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[tothelight]

Who: Relevant persons
Where: A second-floor apartment in Central Corehaven, Cepheus
When: King's Year 197, late spring
What: Spam Fushigi mysteries

* for what may be the first time in almost two years, the Core's Head Engineer hasn't reported in for duty in the last two days. *

* what do. *

Comments

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[at least I'm smiling too!!]

I brought you some water. You haven't had any in a while, so if you're feeling better . . .

[tothelight]

* still 8( *

Water... sounds good.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[coming to kneel by the bed with the glass]

Do you think you can hold it yourself?

[tothelight]

* ...tries to prop himself up a little more to a sitting position *

* this probably doesn't work so well 8|a *

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . . [sets the glass down and reaches back to adjust his pillows so he can sit up a little]

[tothelight]

* leans back on them, letting out a breath. *

* ...eyes the glass. *

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Just drink.

[holds it up for him to sip :<]

[tothelight]

* sips... and takes bigger gulps, after a moment *

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[miiiiight be crying all over again while he drinks]

[tothelight]

* ...all the guilty feelingggggs. finishes the glass, though *

...

I'm sorry.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

It wasn't your fault.

[tothelight]

...I was stubborn.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

You were sick.

[tothelight]

Still.

* turning to look at the worktable, where the medicines and a sheet of paper lie *

...if I'd asked for help, sooner...

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

It still would've taken Feramis a few days to get her.

[glances at the worktable . . . picks up the paper curiously]

[tothelight]

* appears to be hastily scrawled instructions for his treatment and recovery period, etc. *

Feramis...

Has he... left?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[glancing from the page to the medicines left every now and then as she reads]

Ah? Oh, yes . . . He said that he had something else to take care of.

[tothelight]

...

* lifts a hand to feel at his throat. *

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

—What is it? Are you still thirsty?

[tothelight]

...no.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Then what's wrong? Does it hurt?

[tothelight]

* ...shakes his head, lowering his hand. *

Someone... should check on him.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Why . . . ? Did—i-is he hurt?

[he did seem very upset when he came out . . .]

[tothelight]

...

What he had to...


...yes. I think... he might be.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

What . . . ?

. . . Will you be alright if I go find him?