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203 Near Disasters

Jun 18, 2009 14:43

Accidental Voice Post

[An alarm goes off, an event practically unheard of in Niko's domain. He doesn't need one, because he doesn't sleep in. Usually. This morning, he rolls up on his elbow and needs two tries before he manages to hit the buzzer and not the nightstand, his weary and clumsy effort audible over the feed.]I suppose I'll be keeping ( Read more... )

headache now, dojo, lux, management, shut up and lie down niko, sophia, sometimes he listens to his girlfriend, i'm no superman, medical leave, responsible grown up, ow, mother dearest, being looked after for a change, cal, strict task master, waking up is hard to do

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private; winewomenand June 18 2009, 23:25:06 UTC

It's getting worse?

You had better be getting thyself to a hospital.

action! winewomenand June 19 2009, 01:41:31 UTC

There is a simpering tug at the edge of Robin's mouth at Niko's suggesting, making it plainly obvious that he's running the situation over in his head, and whether or not the words leave his mouth, he's certainly come to a conclusion about just what he would say if they fell in a tangle on the landing.

He pauses when Niko does, expression falling.

"Someone?" A fleeting frown. "We don't contract most diseases in general. Do you think I would have survived Puck In the Time Of Syphilis if that weren't so? But a curse is a curse, whether it's your toenails falling out or a flu bug."

action! cal_sitter June 19 2009, 01:51:01 UTC

"Good, because apparently I may be contagious." That's something, Niko reflects, that he should have thought about earlier. He reaches for his phone in his pocket, but since he's wearing the sweatpants he slept in, there is no pocket, and thus no phone. No phone, no means to contact anyone at Lux or the dojo and inform them that they should go to the hospital to be examined. With a shake of his head, Niko brushes it off and makes a vague gesture in the direction of the door. "We can worry about that later. Let's go before they send a biohazard team."

action! winewomenand June 19 2009, 01:59:30 UTC

When Robin reaches the elevator door, he tries not to look too entirely triumphant when he slaps the down button and slides into what Niko would surely consider a claustrophobic, formica'd death trap. Turning to his friend, stepping slightly away as the elevator lurches and moves, he finally asks his question again.

"But who is someone?"

action! cal_sitter June 19 2009, 02:05:30 UTC

Every time, it's Niko's job to do the thinking. He can't express how tired of thinking he is at this instant, but it occurs to him that he does so much thinking he ought to suffer from chronic fatigue. The annoyance at this realization blankets and smothers any annoyance he might feel at being hauled into a box perfectly suited for getting people killed.

"I don't know. The doctor didn't say."

Behind him, the wall offers a convenient spot to lean against, and he does so, grimacing when it does nothing to relieve the stiffness in his neck or the waterbed quality the walking surfaces of the world seem to have taken on.

action! winewomenand June 19 2009, 02:15:00 UTC

Robin's nostrils flare, clearly unsatisfied with the answer-- because that is how the world has worked for the past year. If Robin has no answer, Niko does. If Niko has no answer, Promise does. He will ask Promise about all of this business later. Frankly, he's not even sure why he cares, beside perhaps a deeply embedded, Niko-specific jealousy.

A truly sympathetic pat on the shoulder is given to the other man before Robin gathers him up, heading through the lobby and onto the street, offering a salacious wink from where he is molded to Niko's side to the few neighbors they pass on the way out.

"Well, the doctor had better say that he's going to give you some intravenous antibiotics and send you home in a day or two. And you will take whatever he gives you, Nature Boy."

action! cal_sitter June 19 2009, 02:21:11 UTC

Grimace turns to frown as Niko considers protesting ... What, exactly? Robin's hold? The proposed course of treatment? He decides to let that go as well, with the outside world glaring at him despite the protection of the puck's sunglasses.

"You should call Promise. Let her know what's going on. I suppose Ishiah will find out in his own way."

Being molded to Robin's side is better than being molded to the sidewalk, and Niko is content to remain there and upright for some time before he asks, "Why aren't we taking the Metro?"

action! winewomenand June 19 2009, 02:28:26 UTC

"I shall call Promise as soon as I have a quiet moment. She gets testy with me when I shout into the receiver. As for Ishiah, the creep knows what color underwear I have on on any given day. He makes me look bad, it hurts my pride."

Robin stops, frowning for a moment, before reaching into his pocket and finding a rubber band, a condom, and a package of certs. The second two are replaced, while the first is used to hastily gather Niko's damp hair away from his peaky-looking face, into a tight tail at the base of his neck.

"You mean the subway? You do recall the conversation we just had about the part where you could be a biological weapon?"

action! cal_sitter June 19 2009, 02:37:35 UTC

The pony tail is immediately unbound by fumbling fingers, and the rubber band returned to Robin's hand, no explanation given.

"The Metro would be faster," Niko insists, continuing the conversation. "Are we really going to walk to Downtown Hospital?"

action! winewomenand June 19 2009, 02:45:16 UTC

Robin frowns at the rubber band in his palm for a long moment, eyebrows working in thought, before he turns and shoots the piece of rubber at a nearby pigeon with thumb and forefinger. It takes to the sky, startled, as Robin turns to give Niko an incredulous look, rushing him a little faster down the sidewalk.

"Niko. Niko, we are definitively not in Lower Manhattan. There is no Downtown Hospital. We are only a few blocks away from the actual hospital."

action! cal_sitter June 19 2009, 02:56:18 UTC

Niko sighs as Robin harasses the bird and mutters, "Cal's a terrible influence," under his breath. Sometimes dealing with the puck reminds him of managing his younger brother. If Cal is granted the same lifespan as the Auphe, and chooses to make use of it, will he be like Robin one day? The world isn't ready for that. It never can be.

To Robin's correction, he simply says, "Oh. All right," then follows, with no further interruptions, as he's conducted into the care of professionals.

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