It had started with a headache. Daken had woken up and felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to the inside of his head all night. That had been most unusual to being with, but not unheard of. With heightened senses, some sensory overload was to be expected at certain points. With all the stubbornness of a true feral, he simply ignored it and
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Seriously sick.
But he couldn't go saying anything until he'd gotten confirmation, which meant he was trying to keep the information to himself and not cause a panic in camp. Heading into the library Ethan paused as he heard poorly concealed coughs. Following the noise he finds Daken, the one person e'd been hoping to find... but not in this condition.
"Please tell me you are faking it."
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He spat whatever it was out of his mouth and onto the ground before finishing lamely. "--I'm not sick." If he had bothered to look at the mucus that had come up, he would have been alarmed but not unsurprised to see the smallest fleck of blood mixed in.
"I don't get sick." He said by way of explanation. Ethan was going to have to forcibly drag Daken into the sick bay. Knocking him out beforehand wasn't a bad idea either.
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Settling in the chair opposite Daken Ethan braces his elbows on his knees and levels a stern, but concerned, look at the mutant. "I think your body is telling you otherwise. Daken, you need to go to the medical bay. This is serious."
He's not sure just how much to let on, does he tell Daken it can be fatal from the reports? Or does he just make out that the guy will be sick and hope for the best? Ethan really needs to see Emma too and discuss what the hell needs to be done.
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There was clear defiance on Daken's face. It was an easier emotion to latch onto then the one buried deep within himself. For the smallest part of Daken was rightly scared. Anything that could get through his natural defenses and leave him feeling practically helpless like this was powerful and dangerous. That meant it could even be deadly.
Ethan's few words hadn't registered anything on Daken's built-in lie detector. Still, looking at his face, he felt like Ethan was hiding something. "What--" Another coughing fit interrupted him. "--what aren't you telling me?"
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The fact that she hadn't been able to cure herself was slightly annoying and a little more worrying.
So she had taken to the library, trying to find some sort of book that could provide an answer. Not that she would go and ask someone, it was just a cold after all. When someone coughed right behind the shelf she was currently staring at she dropped a book on her foot and, muttering curses under her breath, she peeked around to see who was in here.
"Great. You look how I feel."
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He didn't even bother coming back with a biting sarcastic remark. That in itself was alarming.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I feel fine." His voice came out a hoarse rasp, worn out from all the coughing it had been doing for the past two days. Sickness was a weakness. A weakness could be exploited and taken advantage of by other people. Weakness was not allowed. Therefore, Daken was not allowing himself to be sick. Simple as that.
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"Of course, you are fine. Say, do you always look like someone threw you up? And I'm sure those sounds you were just making are part of your mutation. What do you do, let your chest implode or something?"
That headache was getting worse and she didn't know if it was another symptom of whatever flu she had caught or the familiar side effect of straining herself too much using her mutation. No matter how hard she tried she could only get rid of the side effects for a little while and that was unusual.
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Another outburst of coughing stifled any other remarks Daken might have been planning to make. As he struggled to breathe, his thoughts turned angry and frustrated. Goddammit, if this is what getting sick felt like, he was sure he'd rather be dead than experience it on a regular basis. How the human race didn't decrease dramatically every time there was a new flu virus was beyond his understanding.
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For the last few days, the base had been slowly sinking into this sniveling mucus filled wave of grumbling. She didn't want to hear it. She was damn close to wearing a face mask because while she had no issue with wearing another person's blood, entrails at her feet, the sound of a skull cracking, or even the smell of vomit but when it came to sick people? Well, there was a reason she avoided the Med Bay like the plague. It was a borderline phobia.
So when she walked in to not only find another sick person but a sick feral that shouldn't ever BE sick, she immediately brought her shirt up over her nose and mouth. "You've got to be kidding me. Even you?"
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"If you don't want to get contaminated, the door is that way." He waved his hand towards the front of the room. "Feel free to use it and leave me to my misery." His voice sounded like it had been rubbed over a few times with a large sheet of sandpaper. Shutting his eyes, he laid his head back down at the table he was sitting at, not caring if Betsy had actually left or not.
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Daken resisted the tug on his arm, staring at Betsy's hand. The low raspy tone in his voice managed to drop down even further as he turned to stare at this presumptuous female. "I suggest you remove your hand if you wish for it to remain attached to your body." His claws slid out. "I don't know. Hold still so I can find out." He wasn't really in the mood to hurt anyone, but his attitude was running rampant and unchecked while sick.
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