You may have mused in the past, 'Am I mortal?'

[dandiacaldevil]

Characters: Dorian, open
Rating: PG-13-R due to blood and sickness and possibly language
Time Period: Modern
Location: Dorian's room
Relative Date: Current
Status: Open to anyone who heard his transmission begging for help

Dorian was laying on his side on the Oriental carpet, his face dead-white except for the pink flecks on his lips. His spidery

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[redfive_wizard]

Dairine went out of the goodness of her heart. Pretty much. She'd had one conversation with the guy via the phones, and she hadn't been too impressed. Still, she'd taken an oath, after all, and maybe he'd been having a bad day, what with the whole not knowing how to cook any food. That could screw up a person's blood sugar levels, after a while.

So she went. She knocked, but didn't wait for an answer, since he hadn't replied to her phone message.

Once inside the room, she looked around, taking stock of the situation. It didn't look good. The guy was sprawled out on the floor and it looked like he'd been coughing up blood at some time or another.

She knelt down beside him and put a hand on his forehead. She'd never actually tried to take anyone's temperature like that before, but her mother had done it enough times that she figured she'd be able to tell something, and she was right. He was burning up.

"Spot?" she said, looking at her computer. He'd followed her over to their patient. "Do you know anything about this? Tuberculosis, maybe?" She shuffled back a little, though of course that would be ineffective if he was contagious.

[isaack_brierp]

The air shifted to become almost colder as the door slid open again, and the second replier to Dorian's message entered.

The tall black-haired Romanian was as clean as ever, freshly shaven and carrying a small pouch of the medical equipment he could find. He had beel electronically tagged after he had been let out of the cage, and he looked a lot healthier now that Jack was feeding him once a day.

"We meet again, little witch." The tall man smirked, but there were no fangs in his mouth as it has been in that time in the library. "No need to go all magic on me, I am here to help as a Doctor."

He too knelt by Dorian, using a flash light he had picked up and flashed Dorians eyes to check his reaction to light.
"Mister, can you hear me?" He called. "We need to clear his airways and lay him in a stabilizing position." he bent over, pressing his ears to Dorians chest. "They are clogged with something." He carefully turned Dorian over. "Find some boiling hot water and some peppermint or eucalyptus from the kitchen. It might help him breathe."

[dandiacaldevil]

Dorian was very distantly aware of the other two people in the room. One was a person younger than himself, a girl. He was dimly aware that she was touching his forehead, talking to someone called 'Spot'. He felt someone else enter the room. Someone with heavy feet, the weight of his footsteps on the floor made Dorian's head hurt.

The other was older and male. A man with surprisingly cool skin. Oh, it felt so good. Merciful cold.

He groaned when someone opened his eyes abruptly and flashed a light in them. He sucked in an agonized breath, which was expelled in a wet cough, pinkish foam bubbling up on his lips.

"I...hear you..." He choked out. His head swam when Issack moved him and felt he might throw up, trapped in the agonizing clutches of his fever.

[redfive_wizard]

Dairine flicked her eyes at Isaack, but accepted his words, at least for now. She was, however, going to say something about him ordering her around, even if it made sense when her phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket, looked at the message, and put it back.

"They've got a place where they're taking the sick people," she said. "By the lab. Do you think we can move him?"

She didn't like to ask a thing like that, and she figured she could do a snazzy levitation spell that wouldn't make Dorian any worse, but as long as Isaack claimed to be a doctor, she might as well check.

[isaack_brierp]

"He is very sick, but he should be moved to a more fitting spot." He looked down at the barely concious Dorian. "I am Dr Brie, you are very sick, but we will try and help you. Try and stay concious, keep watching me and Dairine here." His icy and intense eyes fixated on Dorian, hands gently checking his body for broken bones or any bleeding. Finding nothing, he gently rolled Dorian back unto his back, and lifted him carefully, standing up as if Dorian was made of feather. "He have not broken anything, so I am risking moving him."

He glanced around, having noticed her air of dislike for his words. "Would you be so kind as bring my bad, and open doors for me? You know where it is? If so, lead the way."

[dandiacaldevil]

Dorian's wide eyes, their blueness accentuated by the spark of fever, flicked between Issack and Dairine.

"Help me..."

Gone was the haughty gentlemen, gone was the wicked libertine. In Issack's arms he was a sick and frightened boy, his beautiful body a sickeningly hot, limp rag-doll. Upon Issack lifting him, he moaned, his stomach rolling and head spinning. However, the curious chill of Issack's skin seemed to bring him out of it a little. He moved his head-- slowly, so as not to make himself dizzy again- to look at Dairine.

"Where...are you...taking me?" He rasped.

[redfive_wizard]

"There's an infirmary that's been set up," Dairine said. She had no idea how true that actually was, but it sounded less sketchy than 'we're taking you to the basement.'

She picked up Isaack's bag and hurried over to the door, opening it for him.

"It's downstairs," she said to Isaack, starting off down the hall, Spot following her. The four of them probably made a very amusing picture.

[isaack_brierp]

Isaacks voice was surprisingly soothing as he spoke to Dorian. "We are going to help you, I promise." He looked back up at Dairine, following her with long steps, his face drawn in serious worry. This looked back. Tuberculosis, by the symptoms, and without a real hospital, this could get ugly, especially since the other were already coughing blood and running a high fever.

[dandiacaldevil]

Dorian moaned, his sick eyes moving between the girl and the man carrying him. He was silent save for his wheezing breaths, afraid of moving or speaking more than he had to.

The doctor was so cool, his arms strong but not hurting his aching flesh; Dorian buried his face in Isaack's shirt. He coughed and a spot of bright red blossomed on the fabric. Dorian made a noise of fear.

"N-no..."

[redfive_wizard]

Dairine at first thought Dorian was talking about not moving him, but once she glanced over at him, it became clear that he was concerned with other matters.

"What do you think this is?" she asked Isaack, starting down the stairs. She'd asked Spot the same thing, but they'd been interrupted and he'd never answered. He would probably have pulled out Ebola anyway.

[isaack_brierp]

"Tuberculosis is my first thought, to be honest. but it is moving very fast. We need to get to that medical station *now*"

[dandiacaldevil]

"N-no...it cannot be." Dorian cried, pressing a trembling lily-white hand to his bloody mouth. "I am ended then. I am a dead man now, if that is what it is then I am dead." Panic filled the youth's voice until he lost it in a fit of gasping.

[redfive_wizard]

"You'll be fine," Dairine said. "They can treat tuberculosis no problem." Not necessarily in the castle, and it was sort of a problem, but it was best not to freak out the patient. She'd read that was true, anyway.

Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, she looked around, then led the way to where she assumed Martha had set up shop--near the lab.

((Off to Martha's log then?))

[isaack_brierp]

(ooc: Yup. Making a reply there now)