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.

Comments

[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.

[humane_agnostic]

*eyes thoughtfully*

*presses firmly into a chair and grabs one for self* You're going to sit down. You're still not entirely well yourself, and fancy what will happen if you're both ill, mmm?

Typist: *pets you*

[eagle_of_words]

*sits, but jittery! wants to get up and pace, rather* I'm perfectly fine, damn it. He's the one--

[humane_agnostic]

*sooo not happening*

*in tone that will take no dissent* You have recently recovered from a life threatening illness for which there is no actual treatment. Yes, Joly is currently ill, very ill, but working yourself into a relapse is not going to help. He's going to need you reasonably well. So. Sit.

[eagle_of_words]

*but that doesn't mean he's not going to tr--*

*cringes again* The hell with whatever's wrong with me. I need to find him--

[humane_agnostic]

*NOT happening*

*a Look* Yes, you do. But, at the moment, you're panicking, and failing to think clearly. You will sit, and clear your mind, and then you will go find him.

[eagle_of_words]

*unfortunately, no one can resist the strong-willed Combeferre*

*buries his face in his big hands and tries--and fails, miserably--to stop panicking* *a moment later, jumps back up again* But damn it--

[humane_agnostic]

*gently pushes back down* I know. But you need good sense right now. He needs that from you.

Take deep breaths and try... *is completely at a loss for how to describe this* Try to find calm. Somewhere there is inside you something calm and calculating. You need that now. Relax, and find it.

[eagle_of_words]

*catches at 'Ferre's hands and holds them tightly* He--he needs--needs m-- Oh, God, 'Ferre--

*breathing a little heavily now* Damn it. Calm. Caculating. --Hell, sounds like a tyrant plotting murder. Calm! Oh, God. Ma belle. --What am I going to do if he--I'll be like a horse with three legs, I--I--

[humane_agnostic]

*squeezes L'aigle's hands* He needs you, yes. And I need for you to be calm, too.

*worried, but can't actually do much, as is stuck, so just squeezes hands again* It does, I suppose, but I need you to -

*stuck, dang it!*

*leans in close and presses his shoulder to Bossuet's* It will be All Right. I swear to you, we will find out what is wrong and we will fix it. Joly is not going to die. You are not going to be alone.

Now. Hold my hands as tight as you need to and take slow, steady breaths. Deep ones. Don't pant - it won't help. Come on now, deep breaths.

[eagle_of_words]

*with much effort, nods almost calmly* Right. Right. Him and you. Right. Damn it.

*see, this might be more of a problem if 'Trice weren't far too upset to care about 'Ferre being close and far too concerned with Joly to waste his time with anything remotely like oh, say, himself and his ridiculous passions*

*is certainly following the 'hold my hands as tight as you need to' part to the letter--and has a very strong grip* *concentrates on breathing slowly and deeply*

*in a remarking tone, which means the panic is receding, because he can pretend to be unconcerned* ...D'you know, I almost believe you. Wonder why that is. Must be something about being Combeferre, instills your listeners with trust and conviction. Better than Enjolras. Sorry about that. Got a little bit excited, I fear. Nothing serious, and I hope you'll forgive me.

[valetudinarius]

T: Gah, odd day today, and haven't been around so much anywhere. Dreadfully sorry, honestly. *hides*

[humane_agnostic]

Typist: *pats* Hardly any major thing, dear. Think nothing of it.

[onlyachild]

*hugs tightly and clings*

[rightonschedule]

*nods gravely* I have heard of the condition. Unfortunately, my medical abilities are somewhat limited. I can only wish yoou luck.

[red_waistcoat]

.... what??