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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 16:34:22 GMT -5
"No one will die," ::Pietro reassured her. He wrappe his arms around her more tightly, to help warm her as her shivers continued. He would not let harm befall her, or let her accidentally harm others.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2007 16:41:14 GMT -5
"Should...knock me out then," she chattered, resting against him, gravitating towards warmth. "Last time...they didn't, and...I destroyed one of Nimrod's bodies..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 16:47:57 GMT -5
::Pietro was reluctant to follow that advice; he would not harm her. He wondered briefly if he was becoming foolish, letting affection cloud perception. Because of that, he asked a question, rather than disagreeing.:: "Would a sedative work?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2007 17:04:48 GMT -5
She simply looked at him through her shivering. Her powers had always been such that they simply destroyed any illness that tried to assert itself, no matter the cause; that her own powers actually could make her ill was in many ways her Achilles Heel. She could barely remember the last time she'd taken simple Tylenol, for a cold when she was much younger. "I...don't know...Every other kind of medicine...worked on me...when I was little..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 17:11:49 GMT -5
"We will try that first," ::Pietro said. If the sedative worked, it would save them both the trauma, if not they will have at least made the attempt. He uncurled himself from her and then gently lifted her into his arms.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2007 21:46:37 GMT -5
Something similar to a whimper came from her at the loss of touch when he rose, but she settled into his arms when he lifted her, one arm resting about his neck, her eyes closed.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 21:49:18 GMT -5
::One of Pietro's hands cradled her neck, taking care to make contact with the skin. The other rested under her knees to hold her in position. He did not run, but walked. If she was ill, he would not further agitate her condition.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2007 22:00:51 GMT -5
((I'm just going to continue this here instead of moving to the basement for what will probably consist of less then a page of posts, unless you object.))
She vaguely noticed he wasn't running, but it didn't matter to her- she trusted him, he could proceed however he wished and she'd offer no protest. For now, she just wanted the fever and pain to stop, and his hand on the back of her neck told her that he'd try to make that happen, however he could.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 22:19:11 GMT -5
((OOC: I had the same thought, so I certainly do not object.))
::Despite the slow pace, they were inside the basement within minutes. Once in the laboratory, Pietro set her down gently on a bed and began searching the shelves and cabinets for sedatives. He had been here earlier, knew where the bandages were, but had not thought to offer a sedative to their intruder. He had no use for them, so it had slipped his mind. After a high-speed search, he found one with a good date. The side effects were mild, but he wanted to check with her. Bringing the pills and a cup of water over to her, he leaned against the bed.:: "Rossignol, these should work for eight to ten hours, no nightmares or aches. Possible stomach pain."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 7, 2007 22:28:23 GMT -5
As Pietro had searched, Ty shut her eyes against the over head lights. Her hands scrabbled at Pietro's coat, still around her, looking for warmth. It felt like the air was ice. She nodded faintly and opened her eyes when he told her what he was giving her, unaware that her eyes had begun to darken, exactly as they had when she was sick before. If she didn't sleep, hallucinations would begin soon. "That would be better then how I feel now," she said, her voice tight to try to stop it from shaking. It didn't work well.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 7, 2007 22:54:03 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once, and took one of the pills from the bottle. He motioned for her to open her mouth, so he could give it to her. There was no reason for her to need to withdraw her hands from the warmth of the jacket for this menial a task.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2007 13:31:45 GMT -5
She shook her head slowly, leaning upwards a bit and covering the hand that held the pill with her own, taking it from him gently with fingers that were fever-warm. She refused to be one of the people in his life that attempted to reduce him to such a servile position, even now. The cup of water sat nearby; she reached for it and swallowed the pill quickly, hoping she didn't spill the water as she did so.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 8, 2007 13:49:21 GMT -5
::Pietro took the cup from her when she finished, setting it down by her side so that there was no spillage. He brushed her now white hair back from her fevered forehead, trying to give her comfort.:: "I will be here, Rossignol."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2007 13:57:24 GMT -5
Her eyes darted to the wall behind him as the lighting in it, to her perception, began to bleed. She looked away and back to him; it wouldn't do any good to concentrate on it. "Just don't get yourself killed while I'm sleeping," she said shakily, leaning into his hand when he brushed her hair from her forehead.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 8, 2007 14:03:24 GMT -5
::Pietro recognized that the words were born from concern, so he took no offense to them. What mattered now was only that she sleep and recover.:: "I'm a survivor."
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