02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MAZE

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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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FRIDAY | HELEN, MAGS, SHERLOCK, GODRIC

[consulting]

[ It's been a couple of hours since he told Kirk's group to tread on without him. He's on his way back to the medbay. ]

[ Then Sherlock decided that it was a perfectly apt time to investigate what one of the squiggles on the map were. He's in terrible shape as it is. He's taking the worst of the cold and the symptoms are starting to catch up to him. Walking seems like enough of a chore. The X's seemed too foreboding, but he could take a squiggle. He was so sure. ]

[ he had the phaser armed on him as he walked through the hallway. Waiting for something to happen before he feels like something pull at him. He staggers, stumbles because he can't find a centre of balance. The phaser slides away from him and he's being sucked into whatever the black pool of nothingness is. ]

[ He feels pressure. Crushing against his ribcage. He's on the floor, he doesn't even register how that happens. He's just fallen. He's clawing at it to try to move himself away from it. Blackened fingertips leaving trails of blood on the cold metallic floor. ]

[ Help. ]

[ Sherlock screams. ]

tell me if this is alright sjhfdhjd or if this goes against some plotting you all had?D:

[longevities]

[ Helen has taken to the maze, though searching for the cure, searching for discoveries was not her top priority. She realized that many of the people that went in there were sick and she knew they will be needing help. So she took a few syringes of the serum she was trying to modify to perhaps lessen some symptoms, at least lessen the pain some might have felt, and in quick strides, started tracing through the maze. She hated that she couldnt find a cure. She hated that she couldnt find the reasons behind this damn sickness.

Bloody hell, was the majority if the ship full of those too stubborn to --

She flinches first, when she hears the scream. But her body still only for a second, before she pushes herself to a sprint, bending around the corners to get to the source.

And in a few moments more she's kneeling beside the man, trying to grip him firmly enough to drag him a bit further away, closer to a wall to steady him.] Dear God.

[ She's quick to start checking his vitals. ] I'm going to get you to medical, just stay with me. [ Her hand digs into her coat's pocket, proceeding to remove a syringe.]

IT'S ABSOLUTELY STUNNING.

[consulting]

[ all he feels is weight. bone crushing weight before he gets pulled out. it's a battle, a struggle not to trip back and fall in. he can barely manage footing. his legs fail him first, sliding down to the floor. they feel heavier and each joint feels like it's been turned awkwardly. He was there, maybe a minute at most. He's shaking. ]

[ upon closer inspection, helen can observe the signs of the more serious aspects of the illness. marks of someone who has ignored proper treatment, who shouldn't even be allowed to go. ]

[ he takes a quick inhale of breath and even that feels like a sharp piercing sensation that jolts through him. the edges of his lips are blue and the words come out dry and broken. ]

[ Function isn't much of an option. ]

Text John.

[ he's nearing unconscious and he can theorize medstaff. he scolds his brain for defaulting to deduction when it's focus should be survival but he can't help it. it's evident in her posture, her words, her calm. he glances at the syringe. ]

[ Shooting her a quick look of confusion. ]

Dfjjfdj THANKS ;~;

[longevities]

Easy. [ It's almost hissed as she makes sure he doesn't actually fall again. Quickly, she makes sure he's propped against the wall once they're at a safe enough distance away from whatever force was drawing him in.

Her collected nature came from years, way over any amount of time anyone should be allowed to live, of handling injuries, illnesses...death. And yet this entire...event was by far one of the hardest she's had to face. If only because she could do so little to stop it.

She notes the progressed symptoms, systematically taking his pulse, analyzing his face. Clearly, someone neglected to take care of themselves. At that, Sherlock earns a frown. It's not one caused by what she is seeing, but more at the fact that she could almost guess the stubborn nature of the man she was trying to stabilize. She takes a short breath, a calculated glance now.

Oh. So he is John's friend? She shakes her head, firmly, and you just try and argue with her right now. ] Later. Given your current state, I need to take care of you first.

[ at the confusion she sees flicker over his face, she raises the syringe, opting to explain as she begins to roll his sleeve up.] It's a serum I developed to help ease the symptoms. [ but its not the cure. the thought flickers in her mind, makes her stiffen, but she tries not to focus on that. Not now, especially.] It won't completely eradicate them, but you'll be able to function slightly better.

[consulting]

[ Sherlock attempts to balance himself. He can deduce the future formation of bruises. He's got knob knees hidden beneath those slacks, and he'd be lying if he didn't feel them wobble. Sherlock doesn't have quite as much experience as people believe he does. Not really. Not in comparison to Holmes' who's saved the world, he knows he's still have a fairly long way to go. The years have yet to weigh on him, and even through all this phlegm and sick - there's spark. Drive to piece out this puzzle. ]

[ Holmes knows when he is being analyzed, and he's too out of it to object really. His brain is still registering pain. The syringe has made the inside of his mouth numb and he was already more than weak before the blackhole. ]

N--t'a - Priority. Text him.

[ he orders dryly. ]

[ If he were in any better state, he would have ran off with the serum to rejoin Kirk, Spock and Jack. But he really isn't. ]

[longevities]

[Stubborn one indeed.

She offers him no reply, just a stern glance with mixed warning - don't argue with her right now - until she finishes administering the serum. She isn't exactly taking her time, but she's meticulous and careful in her movements, in ensuring that she doesn't cause his injuries any more harm as she sets the syringe aside.

And then she reaches for a small, medical light, quickly checks his pupils - for any signs of concussion, or head injury different from the influence of the sickness. And only then, does she exhale, and actually speak. ] You'll see him when we get to medbay. [ She disregards to mention that he wasn't very well either.

She says this, in hopes that if he was perhaps thinking of giving up, that he would have incentive not to. Stubbornness can go a long way, but pain always clouded the mind, she knows. She could only hope she could do enough. God, she hoped.

And correction: he would've tried and run off if he could, but that would only go to show, naturally, that he didn't know Helen at all. ] Alright, I need you to get up.

I realize it's going to be painful, and your body is going to try and shut down from the strain, but you're going to have to try. [ She knew she was asking something of difficulty, as she begins to lift one of his arms, a bend in her knees so she could duck under said arm, to support him. Helen was determined to get him to medical.

She was guessing he was here to solve the maze. A glance at the black hole. Her tone is level, calculated.] Did you know that was there?

[consulting]

[ Sherlock? Naturally. But time is something he doesn't quite have. None of them really do. He however, has capped his own need for defiance today. He'll never admit it, but John is his comfort item. His proverbial shock blanket. So it eases him, ever so subtly into submission. He lets Helen conduct her check up. There's a faded tinge of blue around his irises. Symptoms of the sickness progressing further. Symptoms heightened due to the fact he's a 001. He doesn't object any further, he would if he was in a better state. ]

[ He shakily tries to stand. Balancing himself against her. Sherlock is a lot lighter than he looks. His sense of balance has been compromised and though he's always calculated for the offset, the blackhole has done him in enough that the numbers - the fact, that he should calculate for offset at all, aren't coming quick enough. ]

M'Mmap.. [ Verbal strain. Hoping she's caught up enough that he doesn't have to explain anything. he saw a squiggle and wanted to know what it stood for. ]

[ Too much in pain to produce anything else. Each steps he takes with Helen towards the direction of the medbay feels like a sharp stab against his side. Moving hurts. His breathing comes slowly and uneven. ]

[ Sharp swallow. ]