[OPEN]

[bloodspeaker]

Date & Time: June 9th - June 15th (with the clinic becoming increasingly crowded and chaotic as days pass)
Location: Transport clinic
Characters: Clinic staff, possible clinic staff, sick people, ANYONE AT ALL
Summary: Clinic happenings during Stage II of the epidemic
Warnings: maybe someone's gonna vomit idk


Adrasteius moves through the halls with purpose, seeing to as many people and as many of their needs as he can. He administers medicine, soothes the fever-related aches and pains with the Light, checks supplies, and even tries to handle some of that growing paperwork mountain, albeit to very little avail. He knows from the network--and direct observation--that the Initiative's medical facilities are filling up quickly, which means that even Exsilium natives are starting to pour in.

The scene in the waiting room is particularly chaotic at any given time of day; nearly every chair is filled by someone requiring attention. Meanwhile, supplies of all kinds are running low, they're understaffed, and the disease everyone seems to be suffering from won't respond to anything, magical or otherwise.

But everyone's doing their best--right?

[OOC: FEEL FREE TO MAKE YOUR OWN THREADS EVERYONE; if it's open, Adra may or may not pop up.]

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OPEN | june 10th - 15th

[scornful]

[ Catsovi, despite being explicitly instructed to stay in his apartment, has decided to do exactly the opposite of that. He's dragging ass to the clinic instead. This week will find him staggering around the clinic being sick and cranky and miserable, trying not to cough too much because phlegm is gross and he hates it. He's very unhappy at his body for daring to produce the stuff.

But even as wretched as he feels, Cat's still not in bed very often. He's usually up and about, distracting the clinic staff, holding extremely one-sided conversations with incapacitated patients (conversations that grow increasingly nonsensical and bizarre as the days go by), or just generally making a nuisance of himself. ]

June 12th

[dawningsun]

[He's determined to make it OUT OF BED they're gonna have to take his damn leg to keep him in one place. SO UNTIL THAT HAPPENS. He's using his cane and hobbling about. And then there's Cat. He raises his brows at him.]

Ah, you.

[He can't even muster his normal disdain he's just hacking up a lung over here and gasping for air after the coughs pass.]

You're an unfortunate bastard, aren't you? Can't get a break, it seems.

[scornful]

[ Cat, almost manically cheerful at this point, takes a seat on the empty bed next to Kirian and... swings his legs up and over to pin Kirian's down. No walking, sir. Only talking. ]

Hello. If I'm not mistaken... Mr. Dawningsun, from the network, yes?

[ His greeting is interrupted by coughing, which he covers with a hand. But he's still grinning when he takes that hand away. ]

I think we're all unfortunate bastards here, today.

[dawningsun]

I'm afraid I must agree.

[He looks down at Cat's legs, and shifts a little bit, trying to make himself comfortable. He doesn't really mind the familiarity of it all, truth be told. Catsovi wasn't bad looking, if a bit mouthy, and have gave him an appraising looks before glancing away.

Eh, he could do worse.]

I've heard no more screeching from you, so I take it that your roommate hasn't tried to murder you again?

[scornful]

Not even once. [ Stated quite cheerfully. ] In fact, I haven't seen him since. Though I know he's lurking out and about there somewhere.

[ A chill interrupts Catsovi and he grimaces until it passes. Then, with another fit of coughing, he adds: ] Though I really do believe this sickness is going to get me first.

[dawningsun]

[He makes a small sound to agree, and shivers slightly.]

I was quite prepared to die. It would have been a welcome change.

[He's interrupted by hacks and coughs, and finally manages to choke out.]

Though I suppose there's still time for that. I wonder how I should plan out my final hours.

[scornful]

Enjoyably, I should hope. [ Cat purrs this, though the effect is somewhat ruined by how hoarse his voice is. Not even a sexy sort of hoarse. FAR FROM IT.

He pauses to breathe in, deeply. And he crosses his ankles, still keeping his legs pinned over Kirian's. ]

But this would not be a particularly pleasant place to die in, my friend.

[dawningsun]

Given the present company, I can think of worse ends.

[It's smooth until he starts coughing again. He shivers and pulls his blanket closer around himself.]

I've a bit of a chill. I don't suppose you'd be willing to warm me up, would you?

[Can't you see he is SUFFERING, CAT He shivers again, though it's not really for show and because he's actually running a nice fever right now.

Sniffle.]

[scornful]

Ooh. [ Catsovi draws one leg up, digs his heel into Kirian's thigh. ] Would you like that? You're sending mixed messages, Mr. Kirian. Our last conversation did end quite abruptly.

12th

[charming_jerk]

[There is one sick as hell half demon attempting to play guitar in his hospital bed that Catsovi is more than welcome to bother. He's having a hard time concentrating on it through the coughing and the fever, but he's trying. He's fumbling the chords to to Layla by Eric Clapton at the moment.]

Damnit...

[scornful]

[ Cat is, for the moment, feeling not too bad. So when he hears music he straightens up and floats over, curious, drifting past the chaos of the clinic to seek out the source. Once he finds it, he pulls up a stool to Johnny's bed and seats himself upon it, crossing his ankles delicately, folding his hands over a knee.

He leans forward, smiling. ]

Sounds like you're having some trouble there.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny rubs his forehead, which is dotted with sweat. He's already been hooked up to the IVs. Before he tries to responsd to Catsovi, he coughs harshly.]

Hard to think straight when I feel like this. Jesus. I ain't ever been sick in my life, 'n I get sick here.

Who're you? Doctor or somethin'?

[scornful]

[ Catsovi squints. ] Oh, yes. I'm Doctor Cirovi. [ He feels a cough coming -- he pauses for an unnaturally long time to repress it. But continues afterwards, as if nothing had happened. ] We've found a cure for this virus, did you know?

[charming_jerk]

What? [That brings on more coughing.] Then what's the hold-up?

[scornful]

It involves death, death, death. [ Catsovi counts off on his fingers. One, two, three. ] Copious amounts of it. Usually the patient's.

[ He abruptly straightens up and laughs. Damn near cackles. ]

A joke. I'm not a doctor. I'm-- [ the laughing is interrupted by an extreme fit of coughing, and when Catsovi's done, he looks up again, wan and pale and irritated. ] --not a doctor. Who are you?

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny gives him a very flat and unamused look.] If I wasn't sick as a goddamn dog, I'd kick yer ass for that. But man, from what I hear around here, the Initiative better keep the resurrection tech warmed up.

I'm Johnny. Sick-ass motherfucker number 73959.

[scornful]

[ Catsovi laughs at this, as if it's the funniest thing he's heard all day. ]

Hello, Johnny. Thats possibly the only reasonable reaction my joking has ever received here, everyone else 'round these parts is so uptight...

[ He leans forward again to offer a hand. ]

Catsovi e Viciro. We're both sick, so I don't believe there's any harm in shaking hands.

june 11th

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra's surprised when he walks into the clinic lobby and finds Catsovi there. He strides up to the man with a worried frown.]

Are you all right? You need to be in bed ... [and then, after a beat--] How long have you been out of bed?

[scornful]

[ Ah. There's Adrasteius. Cat's been looking for him ever since leaving bed.

Grinning, Cat takes a single unsteady step towards Adrasteius, reaching out to place a hand on Adra's shoulder -- less out of camaraderie, more out of need for physical support. ]

I'm... unsure. What day is it? [ then, disapprovingly, with fits of coughing: ] I don't think you ever did come by later. Didn't you promise soup?

[bloodspeaker]

I'm sorry--I meant to come by as soon as I could, but the situation here is degrading rapidly.

[And so are you, he thinks, covering Cat's hand with his own.]

If you haven't been eating or sleeping, we need to fix both of those things. Come on, I'll find you a room.

[scornful]

That's quite all right. All is forgiven.

[ Cat grins, closing his eyes, drawing close to Adrasteius to lean heavily upon him. ]

Are you putting me to bed already? But we've only just said hello.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra staggers a little under the weight. He coughs and gingerly tries to pull away, one hand flat on Cat's chest.]

You need rest. Clearly.

[scornful]

[ Cat's got no strength to fight back, so he stumbles away, his hand trailing off Adrasteius' shoulder and over his arm as he does so. But he raises his other hand to jab at Adrasteius' chest. ]

You, too. How are you feeling? I told you not to get sick.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra grabs at Cat's wrist, grumbling.]

I've been better. Come along, now.

[scornful]

Are you getting sick? [ Catsovi staggers after Adrasteius for a few steps before digging his heels in, pulling back, reaching to touch Adrasteius' face. ] Let me see. Let me see you.