Saturday night, Sunday night

[firm_detective]

L has been asleep through most of the day, but now that he's awake, he finds that he wants a cup of hot tea. He doesn't want to wake Misa, so he leaves a note, and decides to take a walk to the kitchen. Someone or other there will probably help him, and the change of scene might improve his mood

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[chilichoc]

*No, Mail won't be happy, but after eating and then resting for a little while that felt like forever, Mel feels a little better, and she has to talk to Ryuzaki. So she steals borrows Mail's clothes again, leaves a note of her own, and goes looking.*

L! I mean, Ryuzaki- Are you OK?

[firm_detective]

*He waves his shaking hand in the direction of the kitchen.*

Did you see it? Down there?

[chilichoc]

*She kneels beside him, very worried.*

No, I- It's just a hallway. Do you need- How can I help?

[firm_detective]

*He rests the back of his head against the wall.*

I think I will have to sit here for a while. I -- *he gestures at his nose* -- this is the first of this for me. Eventually, I would like to go to the kitchen.

*Blinking at her, dazed, he continues,*

You... were sick. Is it any worse?

[chilichoc]

I- It got worse, and now it's kind of. I dunno. I don't have that. *bites her lower lip* Want me to get you a rag, or-?

[firm_detective]

*A slow nod, which causes more green fluid to drip from his nostril.*

Yes, something... damp. And a second dry one, if possible.

[chilichoc]

*She winces, but goes as quickly as she can into the kitchen, and comes back with two wet paper towels, and a handful of dry ones, and holds them all out.*

Here you go. I wanted to tell you, I know some rooms that might help.

[firm_detective]

*The very weak smile he attempts causes another slow drip, and he sighs.*

Thank you. Very kind.

*He takes the wet paper towels and wipes his face, then his hand, then wraps them in one of the dry ones, then holds another dry paper towel against his nostrils.*

... Rooms? I don't suppose there is a hospital room somewhere. Laboratory?

[chilichoc]

You're welcome. *Still so worried! But she's trying to hide it, frowning only slightly.*

No, but there's one with a talisman that heals people. And the War Room. If you... if someone dies there, they don't, really.

[firm_detective]

Talisman? Of what sort?

*He sighs.*

I shouldn't believe it... but this place... I would not be surprised if that were its idea of medical assistance.

I do not think I could take the War Room in my condition. The room with the zombies... was extremely exhausting, and had similar properties.

[chilichoc]

I'm a little afraid to use it too much, but. It's from a cartoon? That's what Mail said. But it really does heal people. I tested it.

The War Room has weapons and sh- stuff. It doesn't make people fight.

*studies him* Can I get you anything else? Or help you into the kitchen?

[firm_detective]

I see....

I will keep it in mind. I wonder if it would work on something like this. Could... we be re-infected, if we were cured? Is there mutation? I wish we knew more about the illness itself.

*He casts a very quizzical and troubled look down the hall towards the kitchen.*

You are sure you didn't see anything out of the ordinary in that direction?

*He presses the paper towels to his nose.*

I would appreciate the help into the kitchen. Are you also well enough to assist me with some tea? My hands shake too badly now... if I tried to prepare it, I would burn myself.

[chilichoc]

*Mel has her own worries about this cure.* I... don't know. It only worked on- on normal types of things. That I know of.

*She looks too, but there's still nothing unusual.* I'm sure. Did you?

Yes, I made tea for- *long pause* I've made tea before. *She moves so he can put his arm around her shoulders if he wants.* Whenever you're ready.

[firm_detective]

*He nods.*

Yes, but it isn't the first unusual thing I've seen since I've been ill. Sunday night, for example -- I thought I saw the body that we found in the kitchen, except that it was in the hallway near my room. It seems hallucinations are part of the syndrome.

*He struggles to his feet, and puts his arm around her shoulders.*

All right.

[chilichoc]

Oh... They are. Other people are having them too.

*She puts one arm around his waist, and rests the other hand lightly against his chest for support, trying not to think about how skinny he feels.*

'kay. We'll take it slow.

[firm_detective]

Ah, there's no need to take it too slowly... I can walk. I was surprised by what I saw, that's all....

*They begin to walk towards the kitchen door.*

This is only the second time for me -- if you don't count the initial hearing problems. Sunday night was -- an anomaly. Also the first time I had left the room since I had to be carried to it.

*In spite of his protestations, his breathing is actually quite labored.*