10K (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
overfivethousand) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
pinesnet2017-03-20 06:41 pm
overfivethousand) wrote in pinesnet2017-03-20 06:41 pm
misdial...or not (3.20 morning)
[It started with what he thought was food poisoning the day after the St. Patrick's Day party. Made sense, even if it was unpleasant, and after calling out of work he tried to take it easy. The next morning, the nausea was worse, and his body had added the fun new symptom of tingling, like his hands were going numb. Even his healthy wariness of the hospital didn't keep him from going in, but the doctor agreed with him--just a bad bout of food poisoning, nothing to worry about, but he can stay for observation if he wants--but of course, he was halfway out the door already before that offer was made.
Now it's been a solid two days, and the tingling is worse. He's starting to have trouble breathing, and there's a suspicion that's growing along with the dizziness every time he stands up. So he tries to call the only doctor he knows isn't really from here--Dr. Gray. Only with the way he can't really feel his hands, and the way the numbers are kinda blurring together, it's anyone's guess who actually gets his slurred, slightly disjointed message.]
Hey--it's...10K. Ten Kay. [Said again, with careful enunciation.] I'm sick. Sicker than...I dunno. Dogs. Puppies and kittens...Doc said it was food poisoning, but I could...use a second opinion. I think. Missed work again today.
Could you...come by? And tell--tell Cassandra I'm...sorry.
[Whoops. That noise would be this discombobulated kid dropping the phone instead of hanging up.]
Now it's been a solid two days, and the tingling is worse. He's starting to have trouble breathing, and there's a suspicion that's growing along with the dizziness every time he stands up. So he tries to call the only doctor he knows isn't really from here--Dr. Gray. Only with the way he can't really feel his hands, and the way the numbers are kinda blurring together, it's anyone's guess who actually gets his slurred, slightly disjointed message.]
Hey--it's...10K. Ten Kay. [Said again, with careful enunciation.] I'm sick. Sicker than...I dunno. Dogs. Puppies and kittens...Doc said it was food poisoning, but I could...use a second opinion. I think. Missed work again today.
Could you...come by? And tell--tell Cassandra I'm...sorry.
[Whoops. That noise would be this discombobulated kid dropping the phone instead of hanging up.]
no subject
[Right?? Okay, so he knows he's not right. He knows this is bad, because it feels like his hands and feet are constantly going numb, and his tongue is thick and heavy; the room spins, and his stomach spins with it, though it's got nothing left to give. The air is thin, rasping in and out of his lungs and giving nothing in return. It's bad. It's worse than anything since the anthrax, an illness he remembers only faintly; a barn, nice people, delirium and straw. Abbie. Warren doing what she had to.
He doesn't remember Cassandra there.
He doesn't feel the pinch of the IV, either, and he's having trouble focusing on Emily at all. Still, he tries for a smile, even if it's not even a twitch of his lips.]
You'll figure out what this is, and we'll stop it, and I'll be fine. Right, Doc?
no subject
[ He can probably get Jaeyoung to help him. Or just steal them outright. There are worse things, honestly, and Cassian is willing to deal with the consequences in this case.
Because Tommy is family? Because even if he isn't, hell, Cassian is pretty sure that he would do more things for people who mean less to him.
Pretty sure. ]
I'm guessing if it's airborne we're all screwed. What about the water?