For the attention of any doctor or healer in the community...

[lawyer_boy]

Er. To-night, in the chat, one of my good friends, Alexandre Joly, found blood in his handkerchief. He then passed out, and my friend Combeferre and others did as much as we could to prevent shock from setting in. He's currently conscious, but incoherent. If anyone could help us, please let me know. Merci.

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[rightonschedule]

I am not a doctor, but I am sorry to say that unless he has suffered an injury, it sounds a good deal like consumption. He does not have a history of respiratory distress, does he?

And I should think someone ought to question Master Pestilence. I should think he would be the expert on diseases, being (as it were) their source.

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: ... *gives him the biggest, biggest, on-tiptoe-to-reach, arms-twined-as-far-around-as-they-will-go, silly pansymousish Soujinish hug that a Soujin can possibly give*

He would like to give you some of his fudge.

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: *stays hugging and shall not let go until he tells her to*

He's speaking with Joly now. That will make it better. I think.

*nodnods!*

Epi: ^_______________________________^ *gives large piece of fudge!!!*

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: *hugs well, perhaps? anyway, hugs tight and is soft and easy to hug herself, certainly*

Yes. Yes, I know. *closes eyes tight and hopes*

Epi: Oh, my gosh! ^_______^ Thanks!!!!

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: *hugs* *softsoft* I love you, 'rac.

Epi: It's made out of CHEESE! ^___________^

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: And I shall love you always, if you won't mind. Oh, dear--but it's all right to love them, isn't it? I don't see why it shouldn't be--

Epi: ...*is confused. again.* ...^____________^!!!!!

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: Silly. You can't not be worthy of my love; it's only little and a little pretty and very Soujinish. No. You won't be.

Epi: OH! Okay! ^____^ *nodnods!!*

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: Silly. At any rate, Monsieur Courfeyrac, you're making an awful lot out of my love, which is not at all grand or wonderful but just little and a little pretty. You aren't! Patrice doesn't--well, but, Patrice minds everybody, so that doesn't mean a thing.

Epi: You can now!! I mean, tomorrow!!!!

[eagle_of_words]

Typist: Well, if you like it, I shan't refuse it to you. But he minds EVERYBODY. Honestly he does! You can't take it to heart!

Epi: It's really great! ^____________^