Re: A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes [4a/??]
anonymous
February 16 2010, 12:16:08 UTC
(Okay, this chapter kind of rambles on forever, haha. Please forgive any glaring medical inaccuracies. I think everything it fairly correct, but the internet HAS been known to lie before.)
After toweling off and redressing himself, Norway immediately goes for the intercom and demands to speak to Iceland. It takes over an hour of restless pacing and thumb twiddling before the speaker finally crackles and Iceland’s voice resounds through the room.
“Noregur?”
Norway sits up from his position on the bench and presses the ‘talk’ button, leaning forward to the speaker. “I’m here. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. They just asked me a bunch of questions and made me fill out some paperwork. Where are you?”
Norway sighs angrily. “They put me in quarantine. I’m here until tomorrow.”
There is a long pause and Norway can just barely hear the shuffling of papers. “Why?”
“Because I made the mistake of touching Denmark.” He slumps forward slightly and rakes a hand through his hair. “How is he?”
“I don’t know. They aren’t letting anyone into his room.” There is the sound of more rustling.
Norway frowns. “Where are you?”
“At the front reception desk by the front doors,” Iceland sounds irritated. “They won’t give me an privacy. I can’t go anywhere without an escort.”
Norway pauses and rubs at his temples. After a moment, he exhales slowly. “Has anyone else come yet or are you by yourself?”
“No, it’s just me.”
“Have you heard from Sweden or Finland at all?”
“Not since we drove here. I don’t think they’re in any hurry…” his voice fades out suddenly, muffled. “I have to go. They’re making me go back to fill out more paperwork. I’ll call you again as soon as I can.”
“Alright. If they let you see him, tell Denmark he’s a pain in the ass.”
Iceland laughs softly. “I will. Talk to you later.”
The intercom buzzes again and Norway is once again left in silence. He sighs and leans back against the wall, hands folded neatly in his lap. They haven’t left him anything other than the bed, bench, and lavatory; he has no idea how he’s going to occupy himself for twenty-four hours. He still feels chilled from his impromptu shower. Combined with a nasty case of jetlag, he supposes that he might as well try to take a nap to kill time and moves to carefully re-position the pin in his damp hair, thankful that the doctors hadn’t tried to take that as well. He pulls the starchy covers back. As soon as he’s positioned himself under the blankets, he belatedly realizes that there is no light switch. He yanks the covers over his head.
Re: A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes [4b/??]
anonymous
February 16 2010, 12:18:36 UTC
NO ONE SAW THAT DE-ANON
Despite the uncomfortable conditions, he manages to sleep for nearly ten hours before he’s woken up by the sound of the door opening. He sits up in bed just as Iceland pushes through the door followed by Japan and several doctors. Japan approaches the bed and bows to him and then moves to shake his hand, smiling gently.
“Norway-san, it has been a while,” he greets him kindly.
“Yeah…” he yawns and slides out of bed. “It hasn’t been twenty-four hours has it?”
Iceland shakes his head. “No. Finland threw a fit about you being in here and Japan pulled some strings to get you released early.”
Norway blinks and rubs the sleep from his eyes. He stares are Japan. “You’re wearing a lab coat,” he states flatly. “Are you working here?”
“Ah, well…” Japan shuffles slightly and holds his clipboard to his chest. “It is my shift, yes, but I am generally not working at the Copenhagen clinic.”
“So…what are you doing here?”
Japan motions for Norway to follow him and he begins walking toward the door. “I will explain on the way. Please, join us.”
Norway nods, falling into step with Iceland, and silently follows the small group into the elevators at the end of the hall. Once the doors slide shut, Japan swipes a keycard through a reader and selects the basement floor. As the elevator begins to move, he clears his throat.
“I was called in from my post in Tokyo because of the circumstances surrounding Denmark-san’s injury. Normally, one of his own doctors would be handling him, but this is a special exception.”
The elevator pulls to a stop and they file out.
“You must understand, first, that the entity that has attached its self to him is not of our world and it is something that we have only encountered three times before. Two of those were in my county, the third in Switzerland.”
They stop in front of a set of locked double doors. Japan once again swipes his card and the doors swing open.
“In all three cases, however, it has attached to normal civilians. This is the first time it has ever come in contact with any of our kind.”
Iceland frowns deeply. “So…what is it?”
Japan sighs. “That is a bit harder to explain, I am afraid. In all three of the previous cases, the affected humans died shortly after contact and we were only able to study the residue left behind. From what we can surmise, it is a plant material. But, based on the fluids left behind, we hypothesized that it may also be sentient. We were able to confirm that fact today.”
They turn down another long corridor.
“Where does it come from?” Norway asks. “It can’t possibly be a naturally occurring phenomenon on Earth.”
Japan nods. “We have been able to determine that it is not from Earth. But beyond that, we do not know where it comes from.”
They stop in front of a plain, unmarked door, the only one in the hall. Japan once again pulls out his keycard and sighs. “Before we go in, I must warn you…he is in fairly rough shape, physically. It is probably unnecessary, since it is highly unlikely to be contagious, but the hospital is requiring that everyone wears a mask and gloves while in the room with him, so, if you would…?”
The doctors hold out a mask for each of them, followed by a pair of gloves. The two Nordic nations exchange pensive glances and wordlessly slip on the protective coverings. Norway glances at Japan.
Re: A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes [4c/??]
anonymous
February 16 2010, 12:19:34 UTC
“Where are Sweden and Finland? Have they been in yet?”
Japan swipes his key in the door. “They visited briefly so that I could explain the situation, but they did not go inside. I believe they are in the cafeteria with Sealand. They did not want him seeing anything that might give him nightmares.”
He pushes the door open and holds it for them to file in, the doctors waiting in the hall. Inside the room, they are greeted by the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the even, hissing compressions of a respirator machine. Denmark is laid out on his back, arms at his sides, surrounded by a large Plexiglass case that is latched to the bed with several heavy locks. There are several small holes in the top of the box where tubes have been run through to attach to the IVs in his arms and the oxygen tubes in his nose as well as to the electrical nodes attached to his head. From outside the glass, a pair of thick rubber gloves hangs from an airtight, two-way seal.
“The incubator is just a precaution,” Japan explains, locking the door. “For now. We do not think it will try to escape for some time.”
Norway approaches the case slowly. Denmark’s eyes are covered by a soft white mask and he looks much more relaxed than before. The black mass throbs in time with the steady beeps of the heart monitor. “You mean you don’t think it will try to escape until he’s dead,” he says flatly. There seems to be more tendrils than there was earlier and the old ones look deeper set, some having made it as far as the Dane’s collarbone and hips, slithering and pulsing, irritating the affected skin to a dark red color.
Japan clasps his hands in front of him. “Ah…well…yes, that is the general consensus. We believe it stays with the host until it passes away.”
Iceland frowns. “Can’t you just cut it off?”
Japan shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. We have made attempts to remove it, but anytime a foreign body gets within a certain distance, his heart seizes.” He motions to Denmark. “If we try to forcibly remove it, we risk killing him as well. We are also worried that if it is removed from it’s host body, it will immediately try and latch on to a new one. As such, everyone who comes into contact with him is at risk.”
Iceland crosses his arms and takes another step toward the incubator. “What is it doing?” He asks quietly. “I mean…what does it need? Is it taking his blood?”
“It acts similarly to a parasite,” Japan explains. “It attaches it’s self to a host body in order to sustain it’s self. It seems to need serotonin in order to survive, but it also seems to thrive on the fast oscillating gamma rhythms produced by the human brain. But only in high enough hertz. Twenty to forty hertz, to be exact.” He approaches the case and slips his hands into the rubber gloves, turning them inside out and pushing them inside of the case. “In other words, it survives off of deep sleep.” He gently removes the mask from Denmark’s eyes.
Beneath the cloth, the Dane’s eyes are closed, but his eyelids are twitching, eyes darting rapidly beneath them, eyelashes fluttering occasionally.
Re: A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes [4d/??]
anonymous
February 16 2010, 12:20:49 UTC
Norway straightens up, staring at Japan. “You mean he’s sleeping?”
Japan nods and removes his hands from the case. “That is correct.” He motions to the nodes attached the Denmark’s forehead and temples. “We have been monitoring his brainwaves since we stabilized him. From what we can tell, he has been dreaming this entire time.”
Iceland leans over the case, peering in and watching the steady rise and fall of Denmark’s chest as he takes deep, shallow breaths. “Does it hurt?” He points to the tendrils. “He’s bleeding.”
Japan sighs. “We do not believe he can feel anything or is even aware of what is happening to him. During a normal REM cycle, our bodies experience sleep paralysis. It’s a protection mechanism to make sure that we do not hurt ourselves while we dream. We believe that he is experiencing just that. All in all, it’s a rather gentle attack. Our staff has dubbed it ‘the black mercy.’” He turns to the heart monitor. “Unfortunately, we are unable to completely contain the bleeding. As I said before, if we get anywhere near the entity, it goes into survival mode. Transfusions may become necessary if we do not find a solution within twenty-four hours.”
Norway straightens up suddenly. “Kiku…” he says slowly. “How close are you to finding a solution?”
The small Asian nation shakes his head. “Nowhere near, I am afraid. We simply have no data to fall back on. We are flying blind.”
Norway turns back to the case. “How long do you have to find one?”
Japan shuffles awkwardly. “That is also unknown. Based on previous accounts, it takes forty-eight hours for it to finish with an ordinary human. However, we are much more resilient.” He sighs. “We are speculating no more than five days, however.”
Norway’s heart sinks. “Five days? From now?”
Japan nods. “From this morning.”
Norway’s hand curls into a fist against the Plexiglass. “Is there anything we can do?”
Japan shakes his head. “We currently have our top staff members testing theories for safe removal, and we several more doctors being flown in as we speak.”
Norway looks to Japan and then back to Denmark. A long tendril makes a muffled squishing sound as it pushes further up into Denmark’s neck, sliding past his jaw and curling into cheek. Iceland makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.
“I’m going to go find Sweden and Finland,” he says softly. “Are you coming?”
Norway pauses as he watches the fleshy vine settle into Denmark’s face. “No…I think I’m going to stay here for a bit.”
Iceland nods and quickly exits.
Japan watches him leave. “He was looking a bit green around the gills. I hope he is alright.”
Norway shrugs. “He’ll be fine.” He rubs his eyes. He suddenly feels tired despite his long nap. “Japan, is there really nothing I can do right now?”
Kiku places a gentle hand on Norway’s forearm. “Our doctors are working around the clock. The best we can do is to keep him company and keep his dreams pleasant, I suppose.”
Norway bites the inside of his cheek. “Am I allowed to stay in the room with him?”
Japan nods. “I do not see the harm in it. We have a team monitoring him electrically from the room above this one. It would be beneficial to have someone watching over him personally as well.”
Norway glares at him. “That was an interesting choice of words.”
Japan straightens and smiles knowingly. “Mmm, was it? My apologies, I did not mean to offend.”
Norway just shakes his head.
Kiku tucks his clipboard under his arm and motions to the gloves hanging from the case. “You may touch him anywhere that is clear of tentacles. Be mindful not to go within five centimeters of an infected area and do not try to touch the black mercy at all. I am going to go meet with our doctors and see what progress has been made.” He pats Norway’s shoulder. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine. Thank you, Japan.”
Japan nods and bows to him, then turns to the case and bows to Denmark as well. “Sleep well, Denmark-san.” He goes to the door. “I will be back as soon as I can. Hopefully with good news.”
He casts Norway one last small smile before leaving, shutting the door quietly, leaving Norway alone with the slow, steady beats of the heart monitor.
You have no idea how happy your quick updates are making me. (I wish I could update as fast as you ;.;) Japan's appearance was unexpected but very welcome, and I really do like how you took your time to think through what the other nations would react if they found one of their members in this state and what would happen after that. It makes the whole situation seem more real and urgent, especially since they don't know just what's happening to Denmark.
And if I'm not mistaken, the next part should be where we begin seeing what Denmark's dreaming about, right? If so, then I can't wait to see what you have in store for that!
I'm very glad you're enjoying it so far! It's been a pretty long time since I've written anything, so I'm pretty rusty. I was worried that this whole thing was a bad idea, but I'm really enjoying writing again.
The next part does indeed focus on Denmark and should be up within a couple of hours. :D
After toweling off and redressing himself, Norway immediately goes for the intercom and demands to speak to Iceland. It takes over an hour of restless pacing and thumb twiddling before the speaker finally crackles and Iceland’s voice resounds through the room.
“Noregur?”
Norway sits up from his position on the bench and presses the ‘talk’ button, leaning forward to the speaker. “I’m here. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. They just asked me a bunch of questions and made me fill out some paperwork. Where are you?”
Norway sighs angrily. “They put me in quarantine. I’m here until tomorrow.”
There is a long pause and Norway can just barely hear the shuffling of papers. “Why?”
“Because I made the mistake of touching Denmark.” He slumps forward slightly and rakes a hand through his hair. “How is he?”
“I don’t know. They aren’t letting anyone into his room.” There is the sound of more rustling.
Norway frowns. “Where are you?”
“At the front reception desk by the front doors,” Iceland sounds irritated. “They won’t give me an privacy. I can’t go anywhere without an escort.”
Norway pauses and rubs at his temples. After a moment, he exhales slowly. “Has anyone else come yet or are you by yourself?”
“No, it’s just me.”
“Have you heard from Sweden or Finland at all?”
“Not since we drove here. I don’t think they’re in any hurry…” his voice fades out suddenly, muffled. “I have to go. They’re making me go back to fill out more paperwork. I’ll call you again as soon as I can.”
“Alright. If they let you see him, tell Denmark he’s a pain in the ass.”
Iceland laughs softly. “I will. Talk to you later.”
The intercom buzzes again and Norway is once again left in silence. He sighs and leans back against the wall, hands folded neatly in his lap. They haven’t left him anything other than the bed, bench, and lavatory; he has no idea how he’s going to occupy himself for twenty-four hours. He still feels chilled from his impromptu shower. Combined with a nasty case of jetlag, he supposes that he might as well try to take a nap to kill time and moves to carefully re-position the pin in his damp hair, thankful that the doctors hadn’t tried to take that as well. He pulls the starchy covers back. As soon as he’s positioned himself under the blankets, he belatedly realizes that there is no light switch. He yanks the covers over his head.
It’s going to be a long night.
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Despite the uncomfortable conditions, he manages to sleep for nearly ten hours before he’s woken up by the sound of the door opening. He sits up in bed just as Iceland pushes through the door followed by Japan and several doctors. Japan approaches the bed and bows to him and then moves to shake his hand, smiling gently.
“Norway-san, it has been a while,” he greets him kindly.
“Yeah…” he yawns and slides out of bed. “It hasn’t been twenty-four hours has it?”
Iceland shakes his head. “No. Finland threw a fit about you being in here and Japan pulled some strings to get you released early.”
Norway blinks and rubs the sleep from his eyes. He stares are Japan. “You’re wearing a lab coat,” he states flatly. “Are you working here?”
“Ah, well…” Japan shuffles slightly and holds his clipboard to his chest. “It is my shift, yes, but I am generally not working at the Copenhagen clinic.”
“So…what are you doing here?”
Japan motions for Norway to follow him and he begins walking toward the door. “I will explain on the way. Please, join us.”
Norway nods, falling into step with Iceland, and silently follows the small group into the elevators at the end of the hall. Once the doors slide shut, Japan swipes a keycard through a reader and selects the basement floor. As the elevator begins to move, he clears his throat.
“I was called in from my post in Tokyo because of the circumstances surrounding Denmark-san’s injury. Normally, one of his own doctors would be handling him, but this is a special exception.”
The elevator pulls to a stop and they file out.
“You must understand, first, that the entity that has attached its self to him is not of our world and it is something that we have only encountered three times before. Two of those were in my county, the third in Switzerland.”
They stop in front of a set of locked double doors. Japan once again swipes his card and the doors swing open.
“In all three cases, however, it has attached to normal civilians. This is the first time it has ever come in contact with any of our kind.”
Iceland frowns deeply. “So…what is it?”
Japan sighs. “That is a bit harder to explain, I am afraid. In all three of the previous cases, the affected humans died shortly after contact and we were only able to study the residue left behind. From what we can surmise, it is a plant material. But, based on the fluids left behind, we hypothesized that it may also be sentient. We were able to confirm that fact today.”
They turn down another long corridor.
“Where does it come from?” Norway asks. “It can’t possibly be a naturally occurring phenomenon on Earth.”
Japan nods. “We have been able to determine that it is not from Earth. But beyond that, we do not know where it comes from.”
They stop in front of a plain, unmarked door, the only one in the hall. Japan once again pulls out his keycard and sighs. “Before we go in, I must warn you…he is in fairly rough shape, physically. It is probably unnecessary, since it is highly unlikely to be contagious, but the hospital is requiring that everyone wears a mask and gloves while in the room with him, so, if you would…?”
The doctors hold out a mask for each of them, followed by a pair of gloves. The two Nordic nations exchange pensive glances and wordlessly slip on the protective coverings. Norway glances at Japan.
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Japan swipes his key in the door. “They visited briefly so that I could explain the situation, but they did not go inside. I believe they are in the cafeteria with Sealand. They did not want him seeing anything that might give him nightmares.”
He pushes the door open and holds it for them to file in, the doctors waiting in the hall. Inside the room, they are greeted by the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the even, hissing compressions of a respirator machine. Denmark is laid out on his back, arms at his sides, surrounded by a large Plexiglass case that is latched to the bed with several heavy locks. There are several small holes in the top of the box where tubes have been run through to attach to the IVs in his arms and the oxygen tubes in his nose as well as to the electrical nodes attached to his head. From outside the glass, a pair of thick rubber gloves hangs from an airtight, two-way seal.
“The incubator is just a precaution,” Japan explains, locking the door. “For now. We do not think it will try to escape for some time.”
Norway approaches the case slowly. Denmark’s eyes are covered by a soft white mask and he looks much more relaxed than before. The black mass throbs in time with the steady beeps of the heart monitor. “You mean you don’t think it will try to escape until he’s dead,” he says flatly. There seems to be more tendrils than there was earlier and the old ones look deeper set, some having made it as far as the Dane’s collarbone and hips, slithering and pulsing, irritating the affected skin to a dark red color.
Japan clasps his hands in front of him. “Ah…well…yes, that is the general consensus. We believe it stays with the host until it passes away.”
Iceland frowns. “Can’t you just cut it off?”
Japan shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. We have made attempts to remove it, but anytime a foreign body gets within a certain distance, his heart seizes.” He motions to Denmark. “If we try to forcibly remove it, we risk killing him as well. We are also worried that if it is removed from it’s host body, it will immediately try and latch on to a new one. As such, everyone who comes into contact with him is at risk.”
Iceland crosses his arms and takes another step toward the incubator. “What is it doing?” He asks quietly. “I mean…what does it need? Is it taking his blood?”
“It acts similarly to a parasite,” Japan explains. “It attaches it’s self to a host body in order to sustain it’s self. It seems to need serotonin in order to survive, but it also seems to thrive on the fast oscillating gamma rhythms produced by the human brain. But only in high enough hertz. Twenty to forty hertz, to be exact.” He approaches the case and slips his hands into the rubber gloves, turning them inside out and pushing them inside of the case. “In other words, it survives off of deep sleep.” He gently removes the mask from Denmark’s eyes.
Beneath the cloth, the Dane’s eyes are closed, but his eyelids are twitching, eyes darting rapidly beneath them, eyelashes fluttering occasionally.
“Specifically, REM sleep.”
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Japan nods and removes his hands from the case. “That is correct.” He motions to the nodes attached the Denmark’s forehead and temples. “We have been monitoring his brainwaves since we stabilized him. From what we can tell, he has been dreaming this entire time.”
Iceland leans over the case, peering in and watching the steady rise and fall of Denmark’s chest as he takes deep, shallow breaths. “Does it hurt?” He points to the tendrils. “He’s bleeding.”
Japan sighs. “We do not believe he can feel anything or is even aware of what is happening to him. During a normal REM cycle, our bodies experience sleep paralysis. It’s a protection mechanism to make sure that we do not hurt ourselves while we dream. We believe that he is experiencing just that. All in all, it’s a rather gentle attack. Our staff has dubbed it ‘the black mercy.’” He turns to the heart monitor. “Unfortunately, we are unable to completely contain the bleeding. As I said before, if we get anywhere near the entity, it goes into survival mode. Transfusions may become necessary if we do not find a solution within twenty-four hours.”
Norway straightens up suddenly. “Kiku…” he says slowly. “How close are you to finding a solution?”
The small Asian nation shakes his head. “Nowhere near, I am afraid. We simply have no data to fall back on. We are flying blind.”
Norway turns back to the case. “How long do you have to find one?”
Japan shuffles awkwardly. “That is also unknown. Based on previous accounts, it takes forty-eight hours for it to finish with an ordinary human. However, we are much more resilient.” He sighs. “We are speculating no more than five days, however.”
Norway’s heart sinks. “Five days? From now?”
Japan nods. “From this morning.”
Norway’s hand curls into a fist against the Plexiglass. “Is there anything we can do?”
Japan shakes his head. “We currently have our top staff members testing theories for safe removal, and we several more doctors being flown in as we speak.”
Norway looks to Japan and then back to Denmark. A long tendril makes a muffled squishing sound as it pushes further up into Denmark’s neck, sliding past his jaw and curling into cheek. Iceland makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.
“I’m going to go find Sweden and Finland,” he says softly. “Are you coming?”
Norway pauses as he watches the fleshy vine settle into Denmark’s face. “No…I think I’m going to stay here for a bit.”
Iceland nods and quickly exits.
Japan watches him leave. “He was looking a bit green around the gills. I hope he is alright.”
Norway shrugs. “He’ll be fine.” He rubs his eyes. He suddenly feels tired despite his long nap. “Japan, is there really nothing I can do right now?”
Kiku places a gentle hand on Norway’s forearm. “Our doctors are working around the clock. The best we can do is to keep him company and keep his dreams pleasant, I suppose.”
Norway bites the inside of his cheek. “Am I allowed to stay in the room with him?”
Japan nods. “I do not see the harm in it. We have a team monitoring him electrically from the room above this one. It would be beneficial to have someone watching over him personally as well.”
Norway glares at him. “That was an interesting choice of words.”
Japan straightens and smiles knowingly. “Mmm, was it? My apologies, I did not mean to offend.”
Norway just shakes his head.
Kiku tucks his clipboard under his arm and motions to the gloves hanging from the case. “You may touch him anywhere that is clear of tentacles. Be mindful not to go within five centimeters of an infected area and do not try to touch the black mercy at all. I am going to go meet with our doctors and see what progress has been made.” He pats Norway’s shoulder. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine. Thank you, Japan.”
Japan nods and bows to him, then turns to the case and bows to Denmark as well. “Sleep well, Denmark-san.” He goes to the door. “I will be back as soon as I can. Hopefully with good news.”
He casts Norway one last small smile before leaving, shutting the door quietly, leaving Norway alone with the slow, steady beats of the heart monitor.
(More coming tomorrow!)
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I can't wait to read moooooore >o< <3<3<3
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And if I'm not mistaken, the next part should be where we begin seeing what Denmark's dreaming about, right? If so, then I can't wait to see what you have in store for that!
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The next part does indeed focus on Denmark and should be up within a couple of hours. :D
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