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02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MAZE

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The mysterious maze.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, encounters, etc.
SUMMARY: Dying slowly, getting into trouble, adventures in exploration.
NOTES: Open to all!

The corridor stretches on before you. THIS WAY ☺, the farthest wall says, before turning into a darkness you haven't explored before. Perhaps now's a good time to consult that map.

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[Jack has been making his way back and forth through the maze, scouting ahead while sticking pretty close to the rest of the team. He doesn't know whether all three of them are ill or not, but he does know that he's the only one who really doesn't run risk of infection, and with Kirk as defacto captain aboard the ship, he needs to keep an eye on him too. And the other man really hasn't been looking so good these past few days. It's bad enough that Jack starts to question whether or not the other man really should be out there in the field with them, if it's doing him more harm than good.

A question that is once again on his mind as he makes his way back from what turned out to be another dead end and hears the sounds of someone being violently ill in the corridor ahead of him, knowing that there's only one person that that could be.]

Whoa, hey. Easy, easy... [he murmurs quietly, approaching Jim and putting a cautious hand on his shoulder]

[ooc: if you had a different idea for how this goes just ping me and let me know and i can change just about anything! o7]

[Jim knows he isn't doing well, even before this. he's got sores, now, hidden under his clothes, things he's noticed because he's been trying to keep track of his own symptoms. gauging how much longer he has left. he doesn't hear Jack approach, and it's only after the hand is on his shoulder that Jim clues into his presence.

he'd be more embarrassed if this wasn't, literally, a life or death situation. his body heaves again, muscles clenching weakly all over his body, and when the wretching stops he spits like it might get the taste of bile and blood out of his mouth. he sniffles, whole body trembling, and lifts his hand to his face to rub his wrist under his nose. it comes away bloody, and he doesn't glance at Jack when he speaks, voice rough.]

Got a towel or something?

[Jack shakes his head, but reaches into the pocket of his coat, coming back with a handkerchief. He holds it out to Jim to offer him] I have this, if you want. I promise you it's clean. Ianto'd kill me if I were walking around with a dirty rag in the pocket of this coat.

[Most noticeably, Jack doesn't take that hand off of the other man's shoulder. Not when it feels like any moment now he could come apart at the seams, trembling as he is.

It's not something to be embarrassed about, though. Jack appreciates what it means to be mortal and human. He's been through enough war and plague and disease and hardship to be understanding of Jim's situation. It seems a stupid question, to ask how the other man is feeling, considering he knows that he's getting worse by the hour. At the same time, though, he needs to know just how bad things are here.]

How're you holding up, Jim? [His voice is quiet and subdued as he glances towards what's left of their group, presumably still sleeping just a few yards away]

[Jim blindly reaches for the rag, though Jack being so close he thankfully doesn't need to reach far. a good thing, since his vision is mostly obscured by what Jim would hope would be tears welling in his eyes, but he knows the burn is too stick for that. whatever color the cloth was before, it comes away crimson as he wipes under his eyes, dabs at his mouth. it leaves his cheeks and his mouth tinted red, like he's flushed. and it takes him a few more minutes before he can straighten with a huff, blinking at the ceiling and gauging if the bloody nose has stopped.]

Oh, I've seen better days. [he answers, voice thick around congestion and disease. he, too, glances at what's left of their gropu (when they'd started with upwards of twenty people, it was hard to look at). he nods in the direction of his bag, turning to lean heavily against the wall.] Bring me my bag?

[Jack nods, straightening and making his way over to the indicated bag, grabbing it and bringing it to Jim's side. He doesn't really know what the other man's got tucked inside it, or what he could be asking for it for, but complying with Jim's wishes anyway. It sure as hell beats watching the other man walk across and get it himself, with the state he's in.

Seen better days is probably putting it mildly, Jack observes, as he takes in the blood smeared all over the other man's face, the sick on the ground next to them - there's honestly not that much there anyway, the other man is probably nauseous like Ianto had grown and therefore wouldn't have eaten much to start. He wants to ask Jim whether or not he thinks he can make it through another day of this. But common sense stops him]

Here. What d'you need?

Water, and there's a bundle of uh- of flowers in there.

[he says, voice stilted as he leans more heavily against the wall. his hearing has worsened, everything has worsened if he's honest, and tossing his cookies hadn't helped. he still feels like the corridor is tilted on it's axis.

when Jack hands him what he's asked for, he frowns. the athelas Aragorn had given him were running dangerously low. just by looking at it, even if he was frugal (which he couldn't be) he'd have enough to last him maybe a day more. either way, he lifts one of the stems in a cheers gesture at Jack before he starts chewing on it, like one would tobacco.]

[Jack raises a bit of an eyebrow at the flowers that Jim starts chewing on, but he's seen stranger things.]

I'm gonna assume that this isn't something they gave you in the medbay, then?

[More an observation than an actual question, although it's obvious that he's looking for a little bit more of an explanation. He's not exactly the type to just sit back and accept things he doesn't understand or doesn't know about yet]

Strider.

[he says, after he takes a few long moments to chew the stems. he was supposed to make them into tea, but the water was no longer hot and this worked- he found- just as well. then again, maybe he was just desperate. either way, he takes a swallow of water and ginger in a pathetic attempt to ease his never ending nausea.]

It's called athelas, and it has healing properties. Nothing in medical was working, so it's not like it's doing any harm.

[sure beats a hypo to the neck.]

[Jack makes a bit of a face, wondering just how appetizing chewing on that flower is, despite the fact that it has healing properties or not. Then again, if it'll save your life, then taste be damned, he'd probably argue that you should go for it. Then again, it begs the question...]

Is it helping? If it's got healing properties, that is, and nothing in medical was working, is this doing anything either?

Surprisingly? Yes.

[it didn't taste terrible. kind of like he was chewing on a stem, which he was, but the tea had been made solely from the flower and it had a pleasant taste. he wasn't surprised about that part, having read the stories, knowing what he did about the world with it's magic. he takes another swig of mostly cooled water.]

Don't tell McCoy. Any chance he doesn't get to pump me full of drugs is a sad day for him.

[and he manages a rough smile. it's a tease, and the twinkle in Jim's eye is enough to make that apparent.]

[Jack chuckles slightly] McCoy. I think I've met him. Bringing Ianto to the sickbay, he was the doctor that I left Ianto in the hands of. Capable ones, I hope? I take it you know him from back home?

[He quirks a smile at Jim in return, although honestly, he does want to know whether he can trust the doctor to take care of Ianto while he's out here traipsing around for what seems like forever now]

[the topic of the doctor is a welcome distraction to Jim, from his feelings of sickness and weakness, and he leans more heavily against the wall to rest his body without sitting down. he just needed another minute and then he could move from this spot.]

There aren't more capable hands on this ship. [to Jim, few people could compare to Bones.] He's my chief medical officer, and my friend.

[Jack smiles softly, moving to lean against the wall with Jim, his eyes getting that faraway look they do when he's pulled into his own memories for a moment. Not for the first time, he wishes that Owen were still around. That Owen were here on the ship. A doctor that he knew he could trust the way that Jim so obviously trusts McCoy]

I know the type. [He's quiet for a moment, before:] It must be nice, having so many from your team here with you.

[his smile darkens at the edges with that comment, and his gaze slides over to where Spock sits in light meditation.]

Yeah. [he says, thoughtfully. it was good to have people he could trust with him. that he knew would follow protocol and wouldn't pull the rug out from under him if the shit hit the fan. it wasn't that he didn't trust the people he'd come to know on the ship, but he also knew that they wouldn't respond to a crisis the same way if someone they loved was in danger.

not that Kirk could guarantee it himself, but the fact still stood.] Makes me wonder what's going on back home, though.

Home... [Back home. If he can call it that. Gwen and Rhys, expecting a new baby. Hell, it might even have been born by this point, who knows. No Torchwood, his daughter hates him. Gwen probably hates him too now, for all that he's just disappeared and left her. No Ianto, no Owen, no Tosh, no Torchwood. There isn't really a 'home' to go back to. Everything that he has is right here. Is laying in bed in the medical wing. Is dying of whatever the hell kind of disease this is. Jack's mood darkens.]

You must have quite the crew then.

[ooc: just coming back from a month's hiatus, trying to get all my old tags out of my inbox. i'm perfectly fine with dropping this thread if it's too old for you i just wanted to give it the chance in case you wanted to continue <3]

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