RP planny thing for feathersnspirit, for compiling later into Allergies Part 2
((Okay! I'm going to write the bulk of the post here, and leave off at certain points for you to add your input, which will be worked in to the growing posty thing. This doesn't need to go like usual RP/threads. You can just reply with a mun's note of what she would do, or write a narrative RP response. Whatever you're motivated to do to help
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A strained laugh. "Thanks." Marcus rubbed his neck again, working out the itching that was spreading down his skin. Not a good sign.
Another wave of coughing hit him hard enough to cause his stomach to clench, sending nausea flooding down his body. The wolf inside lifted its head, fully on alert. Something was definitely wrong.
He tried to inhale, but found his throat was uncooperative. Unable to speak, he snapped his fingers loudly and pointed at the purse sitting on the floor next to Chelsea's chair. (( I'm not sure what either of your girls might say/do at this point. Halp? )) Dimly he heard a shout, "Call 911!!" and the room grew quiet. It was too much to hope that the silence was his own brain cutting off his senses. Every eye in the place was on him. He felt the needle jab into his leg followed by the familiar burn of the adrenaline finding its way into his bloodstream.
Within seconds he could breathe. Barely, but it was enough. The fog in his mind cleared, and despite the fact he knew well this would be temporary, he tried to stand. "I'm fine," he croaked, "let's go." His legs wouldn't support him, and he sank back into the chair, holding his head in his hands. Everything was swimming. He barely felt the hand on his back running in soothing circles. His hand went out, seeking blindly for her. He found her knee and wrapped his fingers around it, trying to squeeze reassuringly, but there was no strength in his limbs.
His own heart was fluttering in his chest, barely able to keep his blood going through dilated vessels. The wolf was clawing at his insides. Something was threatening them, something it needed to fight off. His vision swam into shades of grey, a very bad sign. Tickles across his skin that had nothing to do with the reaction, fur waiting to come out, claws pressing on the inside of his fingertips. "Don't let me shift," he whispered.
(( What would she do here to help him keep it together? ))
He tried to focus on her heartbeat, stronger than his own, but just as rapid, pounding inside her. In response, he could hear the baby's heart rate rising. "You need to calm down," he said, finding it hard to talk. Deep breath, fight back the wolf. Everyone was watching him, closing in on him. Bodies and air. He had to get out. Had to shift and run, get away to where there was sky and earth and clean air. Run.
The adrenaline was wearing off. He felt dizzy. He could hear sirens in the distance. Too far away. His eyes rolled back and he slumped, losing the battle with consciousness. He was vaguely aware of hitting the floor. Someone rolled him over. He felt lips over his, not hers, and tried to fight away. Air was forced into his lungs, forcing airways open long enough to accept the oxygen. The wolf was becoming more desperate and it took every ounce of his failing will to keep it in check.
Loud voices from everywhere, strangers closing in on him, touching him, prodding him. He lashed out, pushing a body away from him. He heard a man's cry of pain. Apparently he wasn't completely weak. "Jesus, this guy is strong."
The cold sting of needles poking into him, filling him with fire and draining his consciousness away.
One effect of lycanthropy is an increased metabolism. Sedatives do not last very long. His eyes fluttered open, pointed at the ceiling. The ceiling was moving. He tried to take a breath through his nose, but that way was blocked. Air was coming through the tube down his throat. He gagged a moment on it and felt a light touch. Chelsea was there, sitting beside him.
He was in an ambulance, gods how he hated these things. Tubes were coming out of his limbs, pumping him full of who knows what to counteract the chemicals in his blood that were trying to kill him.
(One more to go..)
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