Recovery from a hidden wound

[passes_out]

[WHO] Steve Rogers, Ichabod Crane, Venom, Pavel Chekov and those that responded to rescue the stricken constable in this entry
[WHERE] Just outside Hotel Mezzo in the back alley
[ABOUT] The constable had just finished with his work at Timpani station when his head started to ache and his fever began to overtake him.
[WARNINGS] A very ugly wound

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[capt_rogers]

Steve might've just run past the alley if he hadn't heard the sound of a muffled cough. Skidding to a halt on the damp sidewalks, he darted into the darkened area and found the constable curled up on the pavement.

"Ichabod?" he asked, crouching down, and rolling the (dangerously) pale man onto his back to examine him. "Lord almighty, Ichabod, you are burning up. How long you been sick?"

As much as he would never wish ill on anyone--this was something that Steve knew how to deal with. It was a clear mission with a clear direction, and that was better than the formless paranoia that had been plaguing him lately.

Sorry about the icon fail...

[passes_out]

Ichabod groaned an exhale which sounded more like a wheeze. His body ached terribly and every movement felt like his limbs were on fire. "A week...I think." His breathing was shallow, raspy and rapid mostly from the pain but it was hard to tell whether or not another illness had started to manifest the small frame of the constable.

His skin was normally pale but this time, he looked ghostly. He fought to stay conscious the entire time he waited and never once did he want to give up. He was too stubborn to let go that easily despite his thin stature. "I would rater die on my feet than die alone in a street....that's what we say back home." His smile was weak, but that also meant that he was still aware of his surroundings.

[9ball_wizard]

The GPS happily chirped the next set of directions. Venom growled, silently cursing the perky automated voice. He tried calling out for Mr. Crane earlier, but he still had yet to find him. Instead, he heard the voice of that one man, one of the newer residents. Unfortunately, the name escaped Venom's mind.

He continued to follow the directions, hoping he would find Ichabod soon.

[passes_out]

Ichabod looked up and coughed the moment he heard the Tone chirp from down the alley. His was making the same sound as it echoed through the alley and into the darkened sky. The overcast wasn't making the sight any easier.

He wanted to call out to him but his body and lungs were too weak for the force needed to call. He could barely keep his eyes open and since Steve was there that kept him from slipping into a coma.

[9ball_wizard]

It didn't take long for Venom to hear two voices from nearby. He carefully listened, confirming that they were the ones he was looking for. Soon, he approached the two men. His leader side took over.

"We need to get him out of here."

[capt_rogers]

Steve looked up at the new arrival, then nodded quickly, "Agreed--do you know of any doctors in the area?" He remained crouched beside Ichabod, supporting his head in his hands.