Doctor, doctor, gimme the news

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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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[longaevus]

I haven't been sick in over a century. [ Not including the magic-induced cold she'd been given here ] When your immunities are ineffective it can be rather more difficult.

Perhaps that is the aim of this? [ The last made virus she'd encountered had been made to hit every abnormal, perhaps this was to hit every newcomer? Or everyone ] You haven't been so effected as of yet.

[doctor_mccoy]

I haven't, but that could be a side effect of the port's little practical joke on me when I got here. [it's his best guess anyway.]

If there's a pattern, we're loosing it pretty quick in the chaos. If it keeps up like this, over half the population will be down by the start of next week. [He squints, then frowns.] Sorry, ya'd rather be hearing good news.

[longaevus]

Have you discovered what it is that you can do? Some abilities are discovered quickly whereas others... can take years to know. [ Case and point ]

We all would, but perhaps exhausting options can help - it can at least narrow down what this isn't. [ And she's been sicker, at least she can still discuss and attempt to help ] What about something more outside the box, perhaps less conventional in medical terms. If this is able to hit everything, and hits those that should be immune faster, perhaps something different is required in terms of treatment.

[doctor_mccoy]

I got a crash coarse in my abilities a little after I arrived. [He wasn't comfortable talking about it, even if he sometimes used them in his practice... it still felt a bit like a dirty little secret.]

It's a disease, that's for certain... but there's nothing to it that should be causing the symptoms that it does. It's not any strain of influenza or acute coryza. The bug it's self seems harmless and manifests differently; there's no reason for one patient to be puking his guts up while the next guy's just in with the sniffles.

[longaevus]

[ Even if she understands that you can't leave it there with Helen, this is what she does, plus she's curious and it gives her something new to think about for a while ] A crash course in what respect?

And multiple diseases certainly would be a little too coincidental. What about links between the first few that were infected, or those that came in? Are any known?

[doctor_mccoy]

In that my 'teacher' is that type of person that throws his kid in the deep end and hopes they learn to swim. [He snorts, shaking his head.]

Looks like it started out at the cathedral, and spread through sector four. Again, with carriers showing no symptoms, it could end up anywhere. At least we know it won't go off island... since none of us can.

[longaevus]

I hope that it worked, and with minimal harm done. [ She certainly knows that it does sometimes, but it depends on what you're dealing with. But she's done, she promises (for now) ]

And with the size of the island and population... it's a very literal disaster. Has anyone been to the cathedral?

[doctor_mccoy]

[Well Sylar was the one that helped him figure out his power, so draw your own conclusions there.]

I haven't, but honestly I've barely stepped out of this hospital since this whole ruckus started. I don't know if this place has anything like the CDC, but I imagine if they do, they're on it.

[longaevus]

[ It's best not mentioning that to her ]

It would be nice to know that, if it is occuring. I'd have thought that there'd be presence in the hospital.

[doctor_mccoy]

I'll look into it later. [At the very least he tries his best to keep everyone informed, even if it's just a bunch of vague answers and dead ends. There was nothing worse than being sick or dying and completely in the dark about why.]

Drink your water. [He lifts his chin towards the water pitcher left on the bed side table, honestly dehydration was the worst culprit in all this.]

[longaevus]

[ She gave a nod and a small smile to that. Even knowing that would be something with how little she - they - knew.

And then she looked to the pitcher, it being more full than she could remember the last time she'd paid attention ] Or you'll strap me to the bed?

[ It was terrible, she knew, but all she had right now was terrible humour and the odd conversation that she could get. But she didn't refuse, reaching over to pour some of it into a glass ]