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[crackpotcrocker]

Who: Dr. David Hayward and Denzel Crocker
Where: Hospital in Spero
When: Shortly after arriving
Rating: PG - PG-13?
Summary: Medical examination
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[doctorjerkass]

He could hear Crocker speak up from the hospital entrance and immediately rushed over to him. Cold and being extremely sick did not mix, even more so in a place like Fortuna.

"Hold on, let's get you inside."

At the doors, a couple of the prinnies poked their heads out in curiosity of the newcomer.

[crackpotcrocker]

Instantly upon arriving into the warmth of the hopsital his glasses fog up. Denzel finally collapses, inside at the entrance. Now he was so out of it that he hadn't even noticed the prinnies or animals prints and blood on the wall and floor but then that was the fever taking hold now. Still despite being out of it. He would not let go of his Fairy Tracker and maintained a death grip on that. Though metal and cold rarely go together and all eight of his long boney fingers had frost nip on them. His lanky body, with a hunch back remains on the floor. He may need some help, the rest of the way.

This 'Fortuna' place he was apparently sentenced could not had been at a more worse time. Californian and cold do not mix. Nor did his lankyness.

[doctorjerkass]

Shit, he really looked out of it. David took a quick look at anything that could be a cause to Crocker's sickness; deathly cold hands that wouldn't let go of some device that does god knows what, looked rather malnorished, and whatever the doctor couldn't think about right now.

"How about instead of standing there, go make yourselves useful by finding some extra clothes and blankets. I know there's some around here now get to it!"

That was addressed to the prinnies as they scattered and yelped while David got the newcomer to a decent bed.

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel moans, everything was for the lack of a better word, hazy. He heard the other man's voice and even if he sensed that someone was nearby, it was as if the other was far away. However, he couldn't figure who he was talking too. His limp and lanky body was lifted off the floor his feet dragging and slightly just above his knees his pants where still covered in snow and still continues to slightly shiver. Along the way to the bed he had dropped the butterfly net, however the Fairy Tracker still remained with a death grip on it. The fever however had taken its toll and Crocker found himself sleeping shortly after having been plopped onto the bed. Hours may pass before he's conscience again.
The good doctor may find literally prying that device out of Crocker's hand possible. Some hours or even a day later, Denzel finally wakes up and exclaims, "Where am I?!" Before falling out of the bed, "OW!"