Page Ten || Delirium! [Accidental Video]

[finalarbiter]

[When the feed comes on, the viewer is treated to is a peaceful view of Light's ceiling. The accompanying audio is a horrible retching noise, followed by what sounds like metal being dragged against hardwood floor. It's the sound of Light reaching feebly for the trash can, as his stomach forcibly ejects its empty contents. It's followed by labored

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[thumbonmylip]

[[Being as they're still in the same room, L had been well aware that Light's condition was getting worse. For reasons all his own, which are most of the reasons he does anything he does the way he does it, L picks up (by his pointer and thumb of course) his communicator.

The scene doesn't even get a second glance, rather than the communication device set on the tray he's got and his hand replaced on the handles while he shuffles back to their room. Mind you. The mentioning of apples- then again Light's reviewed the entire thi- ugh. He sets that side, so far it's gotten him nothing but trouble and no one's died here yet with the same motif.

It's not long before he's got the door open, shutting it with his bare feet, he could put something on them but why?]]

Light-Kun. You've made nothing but more mess.

[[He's not unconcerned, far from it, but if he shows too much concern that's no good for someone's healing either, coddling Light isn't what he needs nor what L feels he would want to give even if he felt like it. He sets the soup

[finalarbiter]

[At the sound of the door opening, Light at least attempts to roll over onto his back; he doesn't want to be seen like this. He's still blissfully unaware of the accidental broadcast. If he weren't so ill, he'd be more annoyed that someone came in while he was..."resting" on the floor.

After exerting what feels like herculean effort on his part, Light manages to push himself onto his side. He hears words, but can't parse them into meaning... as far as he's concerned, whoever it is, is speaking utter jibberish. His vision is swimming slightly, and can't make out exactly who it is. The voice is familiar though, but the connection isn't being made. All he knows is that he's agonizingly warm, and yet freezing cold. His insides are burning, his throat is burning, and the smell of food is making his stomach convulse. He attempts to wriggle away from it, but can't summon that energy just yet.]

....nnngh...

[thumbonmylip]

[[Light's best attempt at a worm out of dirt in L's grip doesn't do him much good, especially not in this state of decrepitude. The groan is all he needs to know that Light's not exactly with it yet, if he was, more than likely he'd have been verbally shrugged off if the undoubted acidic coppery taste weren't taking too much of his audible sounds away.]

Stop fighting me, you'll lose this one.

[It's a harmless statement, anything to keep the composure so Light isn't over-stressed by his situation. More so than he already has been. L's hands, though he's sure he's going to go wash them more than a few times, help Light to drape an arm over his shoulder, the other wrapping around his room-mate's waist in order to help him up with his own body weight and strength. Luckily, Light isn't too heavy as it is and in this moment he feels too feathery for his own good.]]

To the bed, Light, lay in the bed not the floor.

[[He moves slowly, attempting to keep Light as on his feet as possible while making their way back to the bed. He resolved to

action!

[clean_n_simple]

[ Guess who else remains blissfully unaware of that accidental video? Ever since the sickness had hit the whole Manor earlier in the week, Sayu had made it a point to check up on her brother, bring him things, keep him from worrying (about her, at least). She'd fared a lot better than he had, too. Not many people had gotten off with a standard cold. Which is why today, finally free of sniffles save for the occasional cough, Sayu cheerfully carries a glass of water, some leftover cough drops and a bag of barbeque chips to her brother's room.

She knocks twice. ]

Light! It's me. Are you feeling better?

[Video//Private]

[blueeyekamikaze]

[[Plagues and such are a common place when you have a starving, war-ridden society, luckily nothing too bad, but this one going around the Manor has him a little more reclusive.

'Who's he talking with?' Hiiro's searching the video with his eyes, and Light's name isn't being called out- that means he's alone momentarily, or at least alone all together.]]

At least roll to your side, if you throw up again you could cause yourself more harm than good.

[Video//Private]

[finalarbiter]

[For the moment, Light is thinking clearly enough to recognize that this voice isn't Ryuk's voice, and that it's coming from the Blackberry. He attempts to pull himself together to at least paw at the Blackberry. If he could position it within whispering range, he wouldn't have to try drawing in deeper breaths to yell. His fingers manages to touch the corner of the Blackberry, and he spins it closer towards him.]

...I know that...

[Video//Private]

[blueeyekamikaze]

Hnn.

[[Hiiro's unconvinced of that, very unconvinced. Light's crabby attitude, even if it wasn't brought on by sickness, will never equal the tirade of Chang Wufei. Thusly, it rolls off of him like water with no more than that little sound.]]

Then perhaps you should have had the forethought. You're not alone I trust?

[Video//Private]

[finalarbiter]

[It hits him a few minutes too late that the reason anyone in the Manor is even speaking to him at the moment is because the Blackberry must have been on in the first place. He groans in annoyance, he can barely remember what he had said and the fever isn't making anything easier.]

Forethought... I'm supposed to... [He loses his train of thought.] ... ugh, never mind. ..I- thought I wasn't...

[In Person...sorta]

[always1truth]

[Upon seeing Light's accidental video the small detective is forcing himself out of bed and trying to ignore a particularly nasty coughing fit as he pushes the door open and stumbles out into the hall. He pauses briefly and waits for his vision to clear before taking off in the direction of room 45

he's staggering through the hall and in no way making a straight line to his destination- was that 40 or 46? He shake his head to read the number on the door again- 40! so... he turns to face the doors across from the even side as he wipes a tad bit of sweat from his chin- 41- 43--wait, that looks like a 48... can't be-the numbers on this side should all be odds so 45 is-is...]

[There's a small thud sound from outside the door and Conan is out]

[In Person...sorta]

[finalarbiter]

[From his prone position on the floor, Light wonders if he had dreamed that noise... It had sounded so real, but he had sworn Ryuk's voice had been real too. It had been so vivid, that when he blearily rubs his eyes, he's legitimately thrown for a few seconds that the Shinigami isn't actually present. The noise had come from outside his room. He could check... should check.

Fighting the urge to just stay down, he props himself onto his elbows, and doggedly gets on his feet. He lurches to the door, missing the door handle, once, twice, but finally catches it and turns it, himself practically falling into the hallway. He looks down, not quite sure if he's hallucinating the body there.]

.....Co... conan?

[In Person...sorta]

[always1truth]

[There is some rather heavy and erratic breathing coming from the small boy- his chest rising and falling.]

[In Person...sorta]

[finalarbiter]

[Fevered, Light isn't sure what the best course of action even is. If he's hallucinating, then he doesn't need to call for help.. obviously, no one treated hallucinations for viruses, they had treatments for the other kind of hallucinations though and Light didn't want that, he's not crazy after all.. but- oh god, Head hurt. Where the hell was he going with this thought? He sinks to a seated position outside his door, clutching his forehead, still shivering, and holding back a coughing fit. Tentatively he tries again, this time out of sheer desperation- if it at least talked back would it prove it isn't a figurement of Light's imagination..-wait no, no it wouldn't...]

Damn it!

1/2 - maybe - idk

[whitestlie]

[Hello, pitifully more-delirious-than-usual Kira. He's been waiting for you.

Near preferred the feed to stay on for awhile longer so that he could observe more. However, this setup works too. At least he's seen with his own eyes that Kira is indeed here, and based on that overdone encrypted message from the first day, he is pretty sure that this Yagami is unaware of Near's specific part in the Kira case. Suspicious, certainly. There would have been no way around that, especially given the density of the community compounded with Kira's own paranoia. However, that is also exactly what will keep Near safe. A decent trade-off.

Should he say anything at all? Really, this entire thing was a waste of time. The pile of pathetic he just saw on the screen was not his opponent, Kira, not the one from his timeline and not the player, soon-to-be loser, of his game. On top of that, Yagami was clearly delirious. There's absolutely nothing to be gained from making contact at this point.]

[Video] idfk what i'm doing

[agentmisora]

[fyi: Naomi is not all right in the head either.]

Y-You're back?!

[She's grabbing the blackberry and shaking it as if she was shaking Yagami himself.]

Where is he?

[Shake shake shake]

Where is he!!

[Video] 1/2

[finalarbiter]

[At the noise, Light lifts his head, and blindly reaches for the Blackberry. He's trying to make sense out of the words, but can't for the fact that the woman--is that Mom?--keeps shaking. The harder he tries to make out her features, following the jerky motions, like he's on a boat in the middle of a thunderstorm, being tossed side to side, no in every direction, and-!!]

MMMK!

[He bolts upright and the Blackberry falls to the ground. Off screen, the sound of more retching can be heard.]

2/2

[finalarbiter]

[A minute later, Light reappears on the feed, looking queasy and even more haggard. He brushes the hair stuck to his clammy forehead out of his eyes.]

....Mom...what- what are you talking about? ...I- can we discuss this later? ...I don't feel well...

[Video] BWAHAHAHA

[agentmisora]

[She brings the blackberry close to her mouth as if talking louder would make it any better.]

What were you doing just now?!

[Who did he just kill? Mom? What? No, the bastard already took Raye. She wasn't going to let him take the rest of her family away from her too.]

Leave her alone!