HOSPITAL LOG [OPEN TO ALL ROSALIA PLOT PARTICIPANTS]

[fbilittleguy]

Who: Doctors, Patients, and YOU, Oh My!
What: The Rosalia Healing Log!
When: Outbreak Day 4 and 5. From Saturday night at midnight, to Sunday morning or later.
Where: The SS Thor Hospital
Warnings: None for now, but please read the rules under the cut!

Comments

good luck waiting for my tags back, my hard drive died. I LOVE BACKTAGS THOUGH

[purplebiker]

[[Richezza's been in his room, oddly quiet for the past few days. He's kept his helmet on for some reason, as well. If one looks closely, they'll be able to see red seeping out from under the helmet.

Richezza's trembling slightly, and has bruises on his body, as well.

It looks like he's trying to sleep, but it's not going so well.]]

...Am I dying?

[chatwithdeath]

[Guess who's coming in right now with a tray. Several vials and needles are on it]

Well, you were able to hold on. That's good.

[purplebiker]

[[He weakly sits up, seeming to be a bit surprised, but there's an air of cockiness.]]

I told you, I'm awesome.

[chatwithdeath]

Right...

[She sets the tray down beside his table and picks up his IV hub] It will take a while to go into affect, but it should be completely cleared up in a few hours.

BADOU ☢ NAILS

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou Nails is without a number of things. these things include, but are not limited to; a working lighter, pants, and the Rosalia virus]

[while he is covered in bruises, looking pretty rough, and trailing an IV, he isn't coughing up blood, and he isn't looking nearly as bad as the Stage 3 Rosalia victims]

[really, he'd ignored the outbreak. the City had exposed him at an early age to the worst kinds of bacteria, and with all his trips in and out of St Xlakkyr's, even his goddamned Thor-recommended vaccinations were up to date]

[being here, surrounded by drives of infected refugees and aliens alike, is making him admittedly somewhat nervous]

[which is where the absence of aforementioned 'working lighter' is felt keenest]

[shitkicker boots on bare-assed legs, and wearing a sanitation mask nicked from a nurse, the redhead wanders and watches, occasionally querying the masses at large;]

Anybody got a light? Heyyy, hey you. Hey!

Well, hello there

[chatwithdeath]

Smoke after you get out. Really...

[Hey, she's at your door with a tray. Just getting the serum in case? Well, just a vial and needle for that...]

8) SUP

[nicotine_patch]

[his boots skid abruptly to a stop, IV clacking into his shoulder clumsily]

'Scuse me, but I always been of the opinion that anybody who's come real close to bitin' the big one is allowed ta indulge in any goddamn vice they wanna, when they wanna.

So.

Gotta light, doc?

Re: 8) SUP

[chatwithdeath]

[A sigh... but then she takes out a lighter]

You aren't biting anything and if the nurses ask, your last doctor brought it.

Sherlock Holmes

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock lies in his hospital bed, looking paler than usual but just as bored as ever. He's been fighting a constant fever and his bruising has spread; the coughing is also very stubborn and just as worrisome as before when it's interspersed with blood.

He is, however, surrounded by distractions. He doesn't focus on the state of his health, but rather the many books he's been given, the ridiculous amount of origami cranes he's made, and the various other puzzles he's been granted.

At the moment, though, he's tired. He's still awake but he lies with his eyes closed; his mind is idly going over origami steps, repeatedly. Still, it's better than the unbearable whirring of his mind that he feels all too poignantly when truly idle.]

Re: Sherlock Holmes

[holmes_blogger]

[ As soon as John got permission to assist in administering the antiserum, he picked up his supply and headed straight for Sherlock's room. It was probably an abuse of the limited privileges he'd been granted, but he honestly didn't care. ]

Sherlock? I've got the cure for you. [ He crossed the room to Sherlock's bed and set down his tray on the table. ]

Re: Sherlock Holmes

[whatsolarsystem]

[He hears John enter and peers at him, looking as unimpressed as usual. The news should be surprising to him, honestly. It should have been a relief. John certainly looked the part.

Sherlock forced some interest into his tone, although he mostly sounded tired.]

The good doctor to the rescue. I take it this means I can leave soon?

Re: Sherlock Holmes

[holmes_blogger]

Yes, possibly as soon as tomorrow. It just depends on how fast it takes effect.

[ John picks up a vial of the antiserum and starts to fill a syringe, giving Sherlock a small smile as he does so. ]

Just cures the virus, I'm afraid. Still no cure for boredom.

Lenalee Lee

[crystal_type]

[LOCATION: The private room she's been in ever since she did her spectacular collapse three days ago.]

[CONDITION: Solid Stage 2. Lenalee is currently enjoying a very vivid hallucination, and had to be strapped to her bed to keep from running off.]

KOMUI CLAIMS THIS.

[loving_indoles]

[Komui spent almost every waking hour of the past three days, stuck in a lab helping develop the cure. Now at long last they had succeeded. He insists to be the one to treat her even though she is hallucinating severely. So here he comes into the room, as meek as possible while carrying a tray with the serum and the syringe]

Lenalee?

[he tries to get her attention even a little. It breaks him inside to see her like this. Strapped to a bed all over again. He grits his teeth and steels himself for what is to come.]

poor komui :<

[crystal_type]

[Lenalee turns her head slightly as Komui enters the room. But her reaction isn't the normal warm welcome she would usually give her older brother. Instead, she visibly flinches and tries to scoot away from him, though the bindings on her wrists keep her from getting very far.]

No... No I don't want to train today...

FFFFFF oh god.

[loving_indoles]

[Komui bites his lower lip hearing her words. Training...only now it hits him how this must look and it makes him feel revulsion and filthy beyond measure. Wearing a mask and clinical gloves...he can only imagine how he appears in her eyes. Now is not the time for that though. He's here to heal her. That's what he worked towards all this time.]

Don't worry Lenalee. There's no training today. I promise.

[Komui smiles to her but its pitiful in some odd way. He sets down the tray on a cabinet far enough from Lenalee's reach. Last thing he wants is her to push the serum off and shatter the bottle. There's no time for that. But still he wants to make this as easy for her as possible.]