Midnight Wake-Up Calls

[popaheatsink]

[Some hours past the middle of the night, the datapad suddenly alights with sound-- clicking, hasty shuffling, and an abrupt BANG as if it were just dropped. The video feature switches on, focusing on a very detailed close up of the fabric of the apartment's cheap commercial carpet. Everything beyond is dark, lost in the blackness of night.]

Comments

[go_in_peace]

[... this is not good.] Garrus, what's the situation?

[popaheatsink]

[Oh, fuck. Thane what are you doing here.]

Nothing. It's-- [A harsh exhale of breath.] I don't know. Give me a second.

[go_in_peace]

[Frogs don't sleep B( or something. And Shepard's crew is nosy as hell.]

[He nods.] Very well. If assistance is needed- [He can wait. Tensely, but it's waiting at least.]

[popaheatsink]

[Nobody sleeps on the Normandy :|]

I don't think you can. Assist. Mordin's on his way, then we'll-- we'll know what's going on.

[hasashotgun]

Garrus? [...Well that's not good. At all.] What's going on?

[popaheatsink]

[Tali ;; BFF figure out why this is happening]

...It's Shepard.

[hasashotgun]

[Don't worry bff, Tali will fix everything.] Shepard? Did something happen?

[popaheatsink]

Nothing happened. That's the thing, Tali. She won't wake up. Mordin says she's breathing, that her vitals are fine, but she's unresponsive and I-- I can't do anything. [He is useless. Completely useless. There's nothing he can do to fix this.]

[video]

[dontingest]

On my way. Quickly as possible. Need apartment number, also, for you to keep calm. Getting worked up in any instance detrimental, will need you to explain situation on arrival.

[video]

[popaheatsink]

Apartment C-5. [How do you not know this and what is taking you so long??]

I'm calm! [Nooooo he isn't.]

[video -> in person]

[dontingest]

Moving. Be there in a minute.

[and he's there pretty quickly, busting in without announcing his presence like a boss] Here. What's going on? Keep it brief, if this is important, will need time to resolve.

[Action!]

[popaheatsink]

[Garrus is going to get up and pace the small room, untiiiiil suddenly Mordin pops up like one of those jack-in-the-box things and Garrus does not even have time to jump, okay.

He is not even going to stop and ask how Mordin got through the lock on the front door. He motions to the bed instead, voice filled with worry.] Shepard won't wake up. [FIX IT, doctor.]

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Past midnight with a Turian screaming over her datapad and someone's gonna die son ]

This better be important or I'm caving your skull in, Vakarian.

[popaheatsink]

It's important. [Turn it off if you don't want to hear it, Jack, he doesn't have time right now]

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Your srs tone is making her uncomfortable, bro ]

What happened?

[popaheatsink]

Shepard's unresponsive. I don't know why.

[hardheading]

What is it, what happened?

[popaheatsink]

[Okay he really maybe should have taken the time to make that post private.]

I don't know. Figuring that out.

[hardheading]

[a note of actual panic entering his voice]

Garrus, what the hell is going on?

[popaheatsink]

It's Shepard. [Didn't he say that? He's said that, he's sure of it. Too many people at once, too many repetitions, and she's still not waking up.] I don't know what's wrong. She's alive, but she's not-- there's something wrong. She won't wake up.