22: [Sick, sick audio]

[withanokka]

HeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEY JIM.

I have to apoligisize. Apoliguise.

[Sokka sputters and coughs. There's a faint sound of scratching in the background.]

Sorry. I don't remember why? But I'm sorry? Apparently? Yeeeeah.

[The water tribe boy has finally entered stage two of Measels-- he's got a nasty red rash spreading from his neck, very slowly outward.

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[talkingfishbone]

[Hiccup stares at his comm for a few seconds before snapping his sketchbook shut and throwing himself off his bed.

Sokka sounds sick.

SICK IS NOT GOOD.

Sick is never, never, ever good.

Thanks to some clever thinking on Sokka's part--obviously, done before any of the punishing went down--Hiccup doesn't have to rely on the Sicky to answer the door. He just bursts on in and survey's the damage.]

Sock?

Sokka?

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[withanokka]

[And there he is, miss america sitting on the floor, his knees drawn to his chest, leaning heavily against the side of his bed. His hair is trying to make a mad escape from the confines of his ponytail. The flush of the fever is hard to see on his tan skin, but the sweat is obvious-- as is the red rash that has overtaken most of his face and shoulders. At the sound of his name he gives something like a cough and a shudder at once.]

Hiccup?

[He tries to clear his throat to speak up, but he wraps his arm around his face and coughs violently into his elbow. He leans against the bed again, eyes shut tight for a second before scratching at his face again.]

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[talkingfishbone]

[W-What the--

Hiccup balks at what he sees.

PLAGUE!

THE CAPTAIN GAVE HIM THE PLAGUE!

Holy Crap!

After standing stunned in the doorway, momentarily overwhelmed by his own self preservation instincts, Hiccup pushes forward and kneels next to his friend wiiith some great hesitation.

Holy crap, that rash looks nasty.]

Sokka, h-how'd, uh...

Are--...

You--you know what? Don't try to talk. You sound like...

Gods, you sound really sick, so just, uh, don't. Rest! Rest.

[He's gonna...check your forehead now. Yupp.

...Gods, he loves you man, but he can't exactly help the deep rooted fear for infection. His tribe kinda hasn't figured out dick about medicine past, like, 'oh, walk it off.']

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[withanokka]

[Hiccup, have you ever put your hand against a glass you thought was supposed to have delicious, ice cold ale and it turned out to be scalding hot coffee? That's Sokka's forehead. Realistically, the fever isn't as bad as it's going to get. Sokka opens his eyes again and focuses unevenly at a spot on the floor.]

...pretty bad for a punishment, I think. This-- all, started...

...right when Redd was talking.

[He mutters something about tea time.]

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[talkingfishbone]

[Hiccup yanks his hand away, then, tentatively, tries again.

Hope, that's about as hot as he thought it was the first time. Yeesh!]

...Oh yeah?

Great.

I hear you. Now stop talking. You should, uh.

You know what, you should--you should be in your bed. How'd you even...get to the floor?

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[withanokka]

I was trying to see Jim. I-- that's what I forgot, I was apologizing-- [a short, violent series of coughs breaks that thought, but he picks it back up as he works to get to his feet, or at least back to the bed.]-- 'cause I told him I'd visit him. He's sick, too, Hiccup. You should take care of him first.

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[talkingfishbone]

[A chill runs down Hiccup's spine.

Both of his friends sick? That doesn't even begin to seem fair.

The teen squeezes his eyes shut, and just...takes a moment to focus on the pressure.

Okay. He can do this.

Hiccup opens his eyes and sets to dragging his friend bodily back onto the bed.]

I'll--

Get to him--

Inna bit, okay?

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[withanokka]

[Sokka settles into the blankets, the pillow cool against his face. Everything aches and itches and it's hot and cold all at once and he just wants to rest but the pain in his head is keeping him awake.]

You shouldn't have to do this by yourself.