I'm afraid I'm alone
Who: John and OPEN
Time: A few weeks after he first started suffering the symptoms of mako poisoning (oh hell, before if you want. Any time during his forced bed rest, its up to you.)
Where: His room, where he's been confined.
Summary: John's been on bed rest since he horked his guts in the main room. The worst of it has run its course and now that it hasn't killed him, he's slowly recovering from the after effects.
John was pretty sure this could count as the second worse ordeal he ever had to suffer through. The first wasn't something to note in this moment in time (that will come later) but this particular slice of suck was enough. Jesus Christ they weren't kidding about this business.
Depending on when you're visiting, he'll be suffering through different stages of the affliction. The first week, he was entirely delusional with an unbelievable fever, his body fighting off the changes forcing its way into his system. The next week his fever had finally run its course, though lingered. His horns broke through the skin on his head and the other more physical changes happened, including the shift in his blood color that coincidentally decided to match the color of his electric blue eyes.
The third week finally gave him a break. The worse of it was over, and apparently he'd lived through it. Now, he was just drained and exhausted and completely noodle-limbed. He couldn't get out of bed if he wanted to. Which sucked almost more than the first week of this mess. Bluh.
Time: A few weeks after he first started suffering the symptoms of mako poisoning (oh hell, before if you want. Any time during his forced bed rest, its up to you.)
Where: His room, where he's been confined.
Summary: John's been on bed rest since he horked his guts in the main room. The worst of it has run its course and now that it hasn't killed him, he's slowly recovering from the after effects.
John was pretty sure this could count as the second worse ordeal he ever had to suffer through. The first wasn't something to note in this moment in time (that will come later) but this particular slice of suck was enough. Jesus Christ they weren't kidding about this business.
Depending on when you're visiting, he'll be suffering through different stages of the affliction. The first week, he was entirely delusional with an unbelievable fever, his body fighting off the changes forcing its way into his system. The next week his fever had finally run its course, though lingered. His horns broke through the skin on his head and the other more physical changes happened, including the shift in his blood color that coincidentally decided to match the color of his electric blue eyes.
The third week finally gave him a break. The worse of it was over, and apparently he'd lived through it. Now, he was just drained and exhausted and completely noodle-limbed. He couldn't get out of bed if he wanted to. Which sucked almost more than the first week of this mess. Bluh.