Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

[thepull_mods]

Who: Sick people and their well-wishers
When: May 13th-June 4th
Where: Hospitals and clinics all over the Port
Summary: A catch-all log for hospitalized people and their visitors all over the Port during the sickness plot. Everyone feel free to centralize your hospital visit threads here for convenience!
Warning: Please mark your threads if you'll need any.

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From the 23rd on!

[motioned]

[Ravens.

In her fevered dreams, they're everywhere. Tearing apart a dark haired knight. Devouring the heart of a lonesome prince. Reclaiming the allegiance of a beautiful princess. Feathers, claws, beaks, and those loathsome sounds don't stop echoing until she wakes up, feverish and coughing.

Unfortunately, it's not often that she's awake, and during those rare moments of consciousness, coherency is a constant struggle. Breathing becomes a labor at times, and she feels like she's aflame. Those who visit won't be in for a pleasant sight.

Still, she'll try her hardest to put on a smile for any friends who arrive in the hospital room.]

UMMM okay the 23rd.

[laurice]

[Larry walks into the hospital room with a paper bag full of art supplies such as colored pencils, crayons, pastels, several pieces of colored paper and a sketchpad. In one of his hands is a container full of hot chicken soup he made himself.

Sans the chicken. He has ways of making the soup taste great even without any meat.

Oh, and he's wearing a surgical mask and gloves, and as he steps in, he pauses - was that a small cough? Maybe he was just clearing his throat.]

...Ahiru?

ANY TIME. Although probably after Trauma goes into the hospital.

[uberboned]

[Gabriel's only here because he brought Trauma to the emergency room and while he had been avoiding seeing who had been admitted in a desperate volley to avoid the pain of knowing how many people he cared about were dying... Well, being there made him curious.

Which is why he's knocking on Ahiru's door.] Hey, kiddo.

[worldhaditsway]

[Lying in bed is getting Christina nowhere and she's heard that Ahiru's laid up here too, which worries her, so off she goes dragging her IV with her. It takes her a little bit to avoid the nurses and actually track down her room, but here she is.] Hi. Word on the street was you got admitted here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.

The 25th!

[retraced]

[At this point, Gilbert has nearly lost his voice completely. He hasn't allowed himself time to slow down much or rest properly. Oz's illness hasn't gotten as bad as his own or as Ahiru's, and he's refused to go to the hospital at all, so Gil has had no choice but to watch over him constantly the last few days.

He's fallen asleep in the cab, so when he walks into her room to greet her, he's still rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes. He greets her with a wave and mouths the words 'How are you feeling?', even though he can't say them.

But this is why he's brought a small pad of paper and pen with him.]

After Namine's Death

[lockandkeyblade]

[Sora's taken off the next few days to spend some time with sick friends. It's not easy to catch Ahiru awake- Sora already knows. He's been in a couple of times, but all he's been able to catch is Ahiru tossing and turning. He bides his time between waiting restlessly, sleeping and telling Ahiru what's been going on outside and hoping she can hear him. It's hard to see Ahiru so bogged down by illness. Sometimes Sora's heart skips a beat when Ahiru takes a little too long between breaths. Other times it's a little scary how haggard she looks, and he hopes more than anything that first, she wakes. And second, he'll get to see that bright, vivid spark of life that Ahiru has in spades.]

The 24th before seeing Toushirou :3 (because I didn't see this ;o;)

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella had no idea most of her friends were afflicted with the illness, or that they were in the hospital, but she had wandered into the building regardless. No matter how much she -hated- the place and its machines. ... two years and she still thought they were creepy. ]

[ It's early morning when Ahiru gets another visitor, tapping quietly on the door as she stepped into the room, somber. ]

From the 21st on. Skye Medical

[icy_heavens]

[He sees it over and over again, his blade going through her, instead of him. Her voice pleading with him to know why. Why did he do this, why didn't he protect her? He knows it's a dream, but he can't wake up most of the time. He tries and tries, and occasionally he's able to get himself back to wakefulness -- coherency optional.

[But even when he's coherent, don't expect things like him trying to smile reassuringly. He feels like hell -- it's too damned hot in here, he swears -- and it doesn't exactly help his mood. He will be irritable and snappish. Some of the staff have started to find it preferable when he's out cold. Visit at your own risk.

[Also, depending on the day, he may or may not be aware of this salient detail, due to varying levels of coherency.]


[[OOC: So here's our cranky patient. If you have a preference for how out of it he is when your character visits, just let me know; he's going to have good days and bad days when it comes to how alert he is.]]

[plum_that_snaps]

[The days had been long, and though she tried to sleep, Hinamori found that every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted by faces. Faces of the fallen, of those she had failed to protect; of her captain, of her Shirou-chan. She opened her eyes immediately, not wanting to see those faces. Not like that.

So she returns to his hospital room, eyes puffy and ringed with grey, ready to sit patiently as the side of his bed once more. Shivers go down her spine at the touch of his reiatsu; she ignores them and walks towards him. Her hand comes down on one of his, her heart hurting as she feels the unpleasant heat tingle against her fingertips.

She wished she could take all his pain and carry it away for him. Her eyes gaze on his, closed and covered by pale, sickly eyelids as they are. Please, look at me, she wills him. Open your eyes and call me idiot. Call me stupid. Call me anything. Just please don't die, Hitsugaya-kun. Please.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she finally finds the voice to speak.]

Hitsugaya-kun.

[Her voice is kind, worried, hopeful—all of the above.]

/new roomie arriving~

[cracked_container]

[Five days after arrival and Teito's condition was finally considered stable enough to move him from an ICU to a regular room...in the pediatric ward. The hustle and bustle of the nurses around him were enough to lull him back to sleep, though he did wake up once on the elevator and once when the gurney stopped moving.

Sleepy verdant eyes blinked slowly as they settled him in, checked his vitals once again, then slipped out of the room with a few superficially reassuringly words. And then he lay there and stared blankly at the other bed it the room.

A bed currently holding a kid with white hair.

How strange...

Wait...

There's something familiar about this kid..]

Oh.

[Pushing up to an elbow, he tried to lean forward a little bit as he mumbled.]

You're the kid Frau knows, right?

From the 24th

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella's been pretty busy with Hattie's business and her own job, but when she had a free moment, she stopped by the hospital. She actually hadn't known Toushirou was there - not until she overheard nurses mentioning a cranky patient in the children's wing.

She hadn't thought much of it until they let slip that the boy had insisted he wasn't a child. Truthfully she had still intended to let that slide, if only because she hoped it wasn't who she thought it was...but when she inquired with the nurse on duty, her suspicion was confirmed.

It took a lot to keep from bolting down the hall to the children's wing (oh how she grimaced at that), but when she reached Toushirou's room, she tapped gently on the door, worried. ]

up until the 24th | skye hospital

[longaevus]

[ Helen had been trying to resist going in, taking others in to the hospital before leaving to go home herself. She'd felt herself sicken quickly, a lot quicker than she'd ever become ill before, and considering that she rarely became ill it was more worrying, and frustrating.

She was restless. The stereotype that doctors made the worst patients? Helen certainly fit that and to an extreme. She'd (more than possibly) annoyed both doctors and nurses, if not with questions and comments than with not staying in her bed. If you're coming to visit her you may be waiting a little bit if she's not there and wandering instead ]

[doctor_mccoy]

[Which meant that McCoy was getting used to wrangling Helen (and his other wayward patients) back to their rooms. He understood why they were restless, wasting away quietly under the watch of exhausted doctors that were no closer to a cure than they were any real answers. Even under the bright, sterile atmosphere this place still reeked of illness.

He tucks his clipboard under his arm and catches her gently by the elbow as he comes up behind her, not surprised to catch her up again.]

"And what makes you think I won't go good on my promise of strappin you down, doctor."

[He won't, but then he wouldn't be any happier in her shoes.]

The clinic | Around 9AM the 19th (closed!)

[ofthursday]

[By the time another night has passed and Castiel is supposed to go to the Clinic, he's not certain he can get up. It takes half an hour for him to get off the couch and open his wings to fly, and when he appears from seemingly nowhere in the Clinic's waiting room he staggers and has to catch himself on a wall, falling into another coughing fit.

This is a bad idea. Why had he agree to this?]

Re: The clinic | Around 9AM the 19th (closed!)

[surgicalshot]

[He might be getting sick. Not a whole lot of sick, but being around other sick people made it difficult to not get sick. But he could fight through it; he had a mask on, and cold medication, and a lot of people to help, today.

Even so, he wasn't prepared for someone to suddenly appear in the waiting room, suddenly there as he opened the door. Checking the clock, he looked down at the clipboard. At least he was right on time.]

Sir, are you-- [He trails off, coming over and putting an arm under him.] It's okay. Take a deep breath. You're the man I spoke to over the network, right?

[He'll help him over to a waiting wheelchair. At this point, they were almost replacing all of the chairs in the clinic waiting room with something that could wheel people back, in case they couldn't stand.]

Anytime after the 17th

[beenwaitinglong]

[Diego is asleep much of the time, particularly early in his hospital stay. Being ill threw his medications out of balance and put him out for about a day, but after that he's in and out.

He is exceptionally grumpy, though, between his hatred of hospitals and his coffee withdrawals. So good luck, if you decide to come visit him]

sorry dhgfjs

[thehighcost]

[She had been in and out of the hospital for awhile, now. She could usually come in, have a cup of coffee, see the babies, and have a good time; instead, she was in there to take people. So many people, she couldn't remember the last time she had taken this many from a disease.

But she had time to visit friends. She hoped she didn't scare any of them... but then, she did have to find her fun where she could. Gliding in, she took a seat in the chair next to his bed.]

Hey there, prosecutor.

[acemedium]

[Maya's conscious for the time being. With any luck, Pearl and Jake are getting some rest, and hopefully Phoenix isn't freaking out too much. She glances over blearily towards Diego's bed, trying to sit up and simultaneously see if he's awake]

Mr. Armando...?

22nd sound cool?

[cowboycop]

[Diego's ever-vigilant platonic life-parther watchman, Jake Marshall, hasn't left Diego's side for long since he was brought here with Maya. Sure, he went to take care of the cat and bird, check up on mail, and a few other things, but otherwise he's been with Diego, or poking his head in to check on Maya and little Pearl. Yes, Jake's sick, and it's showing - it's been harder to hide the string of coughs, and his skin is still pretty pale compared to the usual. His fever hasn't been getting any better, either, nor have the general aches and pains.

And it's getting more serious with each passing day - it doesn't help that Gant has been texting Jake every morning to check up on his favorite little cowboy. He finally has had enough sense to just leave his NV at home and not worry about people being unable to reach him - even if he is starting to worry about a few things related to his job. But, they know the situation, so nothing has been crucial to attend to, work-wise. Still, he can't help feeling a little guilty about some things he still hasn't gotten to.

The nurses finally have figured out how to get Jake to eat (by offering him spaghetti) so he hasn't been as bad off as the first night or two, when he refused anything given to him except a glass or two of water. Still, at nine in the evening with little sleep the previous nights, he should be asleep. But instead, he's occasionally eating a forkful of spaghetti, mixing that with doodling in a notepad as he carefully monitors Diego's state. Any change in Diego's vitals is going to send him into full alert.]

From the 17th on - please specify day, because she'll be getting steadily worse

[acemedium]

[Maya drifts in and out of consciousness. During her conscious moments, she'll often to try get up (and fail), tries to usher those around her (specifically Pearl and Jake) to get rest, and makes use of her NV where she can to communicate with others.]

[While unconscious, she gets her rest where she can - sometimes fitfully, coughing every so often, and curled up on herself. It might look cute if she didn't look like a dying frog. Her hair's down, too, no sign of the tell-tale topknot]

[In any case, always open for visits - just don't get sick.]

Any time, though more protective later on B(

[cowboycop]

[Jake's just got back from feeding the animals and taking care of other things around the apartment. He comes in, still looking pretty sickly, despite his attempts to cover his many other symptoms - he got his daily call from Gant this morning just as he was finishing up, and Gant had "fixed" his NV such that there was no way Jake couldn't answer. He'd just left the damn thing at home after he'd gotten fed up with Gant's yapping.

After collapsing on his chair, which he's moved in between the two beds, he lets out a little sigh and adjusts his hat. He checks on Diego, who seems to be sleeping a bit, and then he turns to check on Maya and see how she's doing.]

18th!

[preciouspearl]

[By this time tomorrow she'll be in the pediatric wing sniffling and fevering her tiny self away, but she's not that bad yet for just now. By a little at least. She feels funny so she's probably going to ask the doctors about it, but before that she wants to make sure Maya knows where she's going! It wouldn't do if Mystic Maya got sicker worrying about Pearl for going off to... not being sick. That's counterproductive.

She's sitting by Maya's bed bundled in a blanket, waiting for her to wake up so she can talk to her. 8C]

May 21-26ish - the same hospital room as Ahiru once she comes in

[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas is brought to the hospital when Namine's death forces a painful realization upon his friends that this illness can be just as deadly as any of the enemies they've faced. He stays in the hospital because he's closer to the edge than anyone knew.

But he hangs on. Many of his hours are spent in fitful sleep, but occasionally he surfaces into consciousness as if led back by the IV in his arm. As the week goes by, he begins to improve, though it doesn't always feel that way. But he's still here—still alive.]

May 23, during the night

[aslandish]

[ There are a great many things that can influence the course of the sickness and only a few that can help to alleviate it. Even with as much power as he had, there is only so much he can do -- only so many places he can be.

Tonight, unbeknownst to the hospital staff, there will be a rather sizable tabby cat curled up at Roxas's side, what warmth he has seeping through the blankets to ease the youngster's discomfort. ]

25th Onwards

[blackmoonrising]

[It had finally taken an embarrassingly dramatic fainting spell and a concussion at work to get Ichigo admitted into the hospital. He'd been running an increasingly high fever throughout the course of the day, thrown up twice before lunch, and was starting to feel like it might be time to maybe bite the bullet and go and see a doctor when he'd been utterly convinced he'd seen his mother walking towards him, soaked in rain water and blood.

Of course, it had been a hallucination, but Ichigo's fevered brain hadn't been able to make the distinction and down he'd gone, smacking his head hard enough on the floor when he landed from falling off the stepladder to knock him out.

The dreams only got worse from then on. The concussion and the fever had knocked him out cold.

But his dreams were worse. Sometimes he was stuck beneath his mother's body, paralysed by the weight of her, hands and clothes and everything stained with blood. Sometimes she'd just be there, soothing him and stroking his brow.

"It's not your fault sweetheart, it's not."

That just made it worse, and in his dreams he'd curl into a ball in the rain and cry.

Other dreams were filled with blood. Rukia with Grimmjow's fist plunging into her. Chad lying broken on the grass. Inoue and Ishida on the tower, battered and torn as he flung Zangetsu into his friend's torso. Ulquiorra fading away into dust. Tatsuki shoving him through a window with tears in his eyes.

When he finally wakes, he's disorientated, dehydrated, and quick to tire as the illness has sapped away his energy.]

May 26th

[calm_tempest]

[She's not surprised to see Kurosaki Ichigo here. Just the other day, she'd noticed him on the network, obviously ill to a great degree while still railing at an Espada. And likewise, she's also unsurprised that it took a few more days yet for him to wind up in the hospital. He's a stubborn boy.

[So stubborn, all the shinigami, to a greater or lesser degree. She manages a smile when she sees him wake, but it's a muted, sad one.]

Ah. There you are, Kurosaki-san. [Her voice is gentle and quiet, mindful of the haze he's likely in.]

SPGH | from the 19th on?

[reassures]

[There's little change in Nill's condition while she's in the hospital; aside from the occasional vomiting, she's quite stable for the duration of her stay, from start to finish, although her state certainly isn't good. Most of the time Nill is asleep, and when she's not asleep she's curled up on the bed because everything aches too much for her to want to consider trying to move.

The dreams aren't the worst part of it all, but they're the most unpredictable. Many don't make sense - there are some where she walks and walks and walks and wakes up exhausted later - but the ones that do are usually old memories, and they pull her in whenever she closes her eyes for more than five minutes. Many of them are good memories mingled with strange imagery and colors from the fever; but it also makes the nightmares all the more vivid when they come. If Nill had a voice, she would have woken up shrieking at least once.

But the staff is nice, if a bit rushed, and despite her dislike of hospitals Nill is too tired to be anything but a good patient. In return one of the nurses helped to move her bed closer to the window so that she could rest in the sun on nice days.

Chances are that's how anyone visiting will find Nill - laying on her side and half curled around a pillow with the sun against her back. She'll still smile at anyone that comes in.]