02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MEDBAY

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Medbay.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, etc.
SUMMARY: Sickness central. Treatments, dying slowly, related events.
NOTES: Divided by days a la medbay organisation log in the comments!

You're not feeling too well. The last couple of days have been - rough. The medbay seems to be a bit more full than usual, but you're sure it's nothing to be worried about; whatever the illness is, it'll go away once you've rested and gotten a check-up. Right?

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles's expression is momentarily blank with surprise when Strider grasps his hands, and then his brows furrow very slightly with just a hint of concern. His face, for a few moments, doesn't have its usual haughty, distant reserve; instead, he just looks uncertain, as though he really doesn't know how to comport himself when someone is touching him.]

Of...course I do. So long as I have strength enough to continue on, it's my responsibility to do so. Indeed, until such a time as I collapse, I'll not give up. I said that I did not intend to see anyone perish, and I mean that.

[therangerking]

[ He recognises that by now, the uncertainty that Miles has with people who touch him, and Aragorn wonders once more about this boy- this boy who acts so much like a man but who is still undeniably a boy. He bites down slightly on the inside of his own cheek as he squeezes Miles's hands slightly, smiling at him. ]

Then you will need strength to help youin your task. [ Softly. ] If you must work until you fall, then I will ensure that you keep yourself upright until you are finished.

[ He pulls back and stands up, going towards his counter and transferring a few leaves into a small envelope. He then folded it into half and placed it in from of Miles. ]

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles frowns down at that envelope, but does pick it up. He's still not sure what to make of all that...contact. Was Strider somehow making fun...No; he can come up with no reason for it.]

What is this?

[therangerking]

Athelas.

[ Aragorn's smile is small as he looks at Miles. ] 'Tis a herb from my world. Steep it in hot water and drink it, and it will ease your ills.

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles nods, then asks with just the slightest bit of self-consciousness:]

And it would help anyone who were to drink it?

[therangerking]

[ Aragorn nods. ]

Aye. It would.

[jurisimpudent]

[So he does tuck it into his pocket.]

And will it help with injuries, or only illness?

[therangerking]

With injuries, crush the leaves and place them over the wound.

[ He looks at Edgewort for a long moment. ]

Keep safe.

[jurisimpudent]

[He crosses his arms and eyes Strider in return. The set of his lips is severe.]

I should be saying that to you. Collapse, and you'll be no use to anyone whatsoever. So pace yourself, and take care of yourself, or else you'll end up being a disservice to others.