[Event] Population Control: Sipario

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(( Backdated to Friday Afternoon. ))

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[Tarvek is driving home from the diner, where he's been talking with Harry. He pulls alongside, and calls:]

Ilsa? Hey, liebchen, you don't look too good. It's not safe out here right now, anyway. Let me get you home, eh?

Liebchen?

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Tarvek?

[ She turns to face him, a muscle tremor catches her off-balance, and she falls to the sidewalk. ]

Ng.

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[It's a shame he hasn't had that much practice driving. He "parks" as much on the sidewalk as off, leaps over the car door, and scrambles frantically across the sidewalk to her, reflexively checking vital signs even as he kneels beside her.]

Blue-lightning-damn-it-Ilsa-what-happened!

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T-t-that's not how you're s'posed t' parallel park, hon.

[ She giggles weakly, but her elevated pulse and respiratory rate tell him she's not well. Her mucous membranes are an unusually bright pink, and her skin is reddening. ]

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[Ok, he was brought up for this... he's already narrowing it down...]

Poison. Dammit, Ilsa...

[Now he's caught between frantic and furious -- and sparky-smart.]

I'm betting cyanide. What are the odds, liebchen? And, no, I don't have an antidote....

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Pretty good odds, love. He pro'ly thought he didn't have a choice. 's okay, just -

[ She hands him her purse. ]

'f they bring her here, look after Nadine f'r me?

[ She's forgotten she left the photo with Doc. ]

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[Scowls. He and Harry have both been pissed as hell that people are doing this to each other... and now...]

Who's Nadine... no. No, it's probably not important. Now, listen, leibchen, if the stories are right you're coming back. You hear me? If the stories are right, you'll be here to take care of anyone you love.

[Picks her up, pieta-style, and holds her tight.]

Listen, mein Ilsa, it will hurt. I can't change that. Hang on to me, my magnifique Scream, cry. Do what you must. It won't be any worse than anything I've seen before. But this time, you're coming back. You hear me?

I'll try to keep you here, but I have nothing to help with this. So, you have to remember: You're coming back. Don't leave me, Ilsa. Don't forget to come back...Mayfield sucks, but it will let you come back...

[He's crying, and just letting it happen. He knows way too much medicine to think he's got the tools to save her from cyanide poisoning...]

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Shh.

[ She touches his face, briefly. ]

'm li'l sis'r... 'f I dn't kill... th' get'er

[ She draws her hand back as another muscle tremor goes through her arm. She grits her teeth, eyes running and salivating heavily.

Nnng. Hrrg.

srr'...

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[He's dealt with pain, and dying, and hurt before. He's running on a sort of blurry automatic program... not because he doesn't love her, but because he's learned how to cope so that he's there for the people who need him.]

Shhhh, shhhhh, hush, leibchen, no apologies. Later, we have a good fight, when you come back. Right now, just hold on, and know -- I love you, leibchen. You understand? You're one of my people. Mine.

[He's rocking her, providing all the comfort he can: working against her cramps, easing her where he can, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the drool.]

Come back. Please, please, just remember to come back.

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[ She's not got much left, but she rolls her head against his chest. ]

'v'u....

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[He pulls her closer, still pieta-style, and rocks her as he cries. He believes, deeply, that Mayfield will bring her back. Everything he's heard makes him think this is so...but, just as "killing" Anevka the clank was hard, this is brutally hard