Freyjadour Falenas (
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Who: Freyjadour Falenas, Eyes Rutherford, Lyon and anyone working at the Draupnir theater
What: Freyjadour gets sick on the job and measures have to be taken to prevent a spread of the sickness. He hides in a spare room in the theater to wait it out and prevent a certain someone from absorbing it with her power.
When: late afternoon of Day 147 onward
Where: Draupnir Theater
Rating: PG13-ish.
[After the whole fiasco with the dragon dropping those canisters into the town, Freyjadour had headed back to the Draupnir theater to get back to work. Right now, there was no use panicking, even if he was checking the bracelets to keep up to date and keep track of where the discussions of today's events might have led. It certainly was a cause for concern, even if he didn't plan to take work off.
The persistent cough that started to come on soon enough Frey had attributed to the dust that could build up in the lesser used areas of the theater.... the heat, he'd thought was because of the stuffiness of those rooms. The nausea and dizziness, however, soon led to concern, and he wondered if he'd somehow managed to get sick. The work day was almost over, but he knew the reaction he would probably get if he asked to leave early.
That was, of course, until he rolled up one of his sleeves to rub at the sharp, raw ache there, only to find something that looked sickeningly like a burn on his shoulder, just barely hidden under the sleeve but large enough to be startling in size.
He decided to seek Eyes out to speak to him, confused and just a little disturbed, at the same time, he dizzily wondered where the first aid kit had been.]
What: Freyjadour gets sick on the job and measures have to be taken to prevent a spread of the sickness. He hides in a spare room in the theater to wait it out and prevent a certain someone from absorbing it with her power.
When: late afternoon of Day 147 onward
Where: Draupnir Theater
Rating: PG13-ish.
[After the whole fiasco with the dragon dropping those canisters into the town, Freyjadour had headed back to the Draupnir theater to get back to work. Right now, there was no use panicking, even if he was checking the bracelets to keep up to date and keep track of where the discussions of today's events might have led. It certainly was a cause for concern, even if he didn't plan to take work off.
The persistent cough that started to come on soon enough Frey had attributed to the dust that could build up in the lesser used areas of the theater.... the heat, he'd thought was because of the stuffiness of those rooms. The nausea and dizziness, however, soon led to concern, and he wondered if he'd somehow managed to get sick. The work day was almost over, but he knew the reaction he would probably get if he asked to leave early.
That was, of course, until he rolled up one of his sleeves to rub at the sharp, raw ache there, only to find something that looked sickeningly like a burn on his shoulder, just barely hidden under the sleeve but large enough to be startling in size.
He decided to seek Eyes out to speak to him, confused and just a little disturbed, at the same time, he dizzily wondered where the first aid kit had been.]
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But when he spots Freyjadour coming toward him his eyes narrow in suspicion, making note of the way he moved and the likelihood he was about to hear something he would rather do without.] What is it?
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[He stops in front of Eyes with his gaze slightly unfocused, though he was still maintaining balance. He hadn't seen the specifics about the illness yet, his focus going more and more as the dizziness and fever had set in. It had been difficult to keep track of the information coming in as time had passed. He was starting to put two and two together, however, with the burns.]
I think... something is going on.
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He'll be gesturing him to sit down nearby, because who knew how long that focus could last.] Would you share how?
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I've been coughing since a few hours ago.. I thought it was just the dust in the back rooms. Now there's a fever.... and I did not eat lunch because I do not think I could keep it down.
[He rolls up his sleeve, fumbling a little in the process, and shows Eyes the strange, burn like marking.] I thought it was a fever or flu until this.
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[He's quick to cover up the mark again when Eyes is finished looking, quite disturbed by the appearance himself. He wasn't prone to getting sick often, let alone like this.]
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He wastes no time in grabbing him by the hand, disregarding any sense of politeness or personal space to force Frey into standing position while determining what courses of action would have to be taken, all done in seconds and without uttering a word.]
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Something is gravely wrong, and today's events are linked to it. he doesn't resist when Eyes tugs him into a standing position, his expression stony in spite of the feverish haze in his mind and the unsteady waver as he's pulled up to his feet.]
It is bad, isn't it? That thing.... it did something.
[And his sickness was linked to it. It was really the only explanation of the odd events, of the sudden rash of sickness.... something had been dropped into the city, along with those canisters.]
....Is it contagious?
[Could they even risk wondering if it was?]
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You have only kept to the backrooms of this side of the theater today, have you not? [A beat.] Does Lyon know?
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I have..... [He nearly stumbles in his steps then, tripping and barely able to correct his balance in time to not fall bodily on Eyes in front of him. It takes him a few moments to answer once more, nausea roiling in his stomach at the near tumble.] ....She doesn't.
[He didn't know how she would handle it, either. She's never taken well to his safety or health being compromised.]
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I want you to tell me your symptoms, as much as you are able. It should be of use once the hospital realizes the situation, and determine who is falling ill so treatments and prevention can be done.
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[She had gotten hurt and injured enough for his sake. They didn't know how severe this could be, but letting himself put her in danger like a fool again? He refused. He hadn't been able to tell her that properly, yet. He knew she would take it badly, if he tried to bring up the topic. But the last thing he wanted was to see her hurt or ill because of him once more. It was selfish, perhaps, but it was the truth of the matter.
Dizzily, he follows, trying to focus on articulating everything as much as possible.]
Coughing.... my throat hurts. Fever, dizziness. Nausea, movement makes it worse. The mark burns painfully, though I know not when it appeared.
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We will reach a place for you to rest shortly, a trip to the hospital now that you have progressed this far along may be counterproductive. [Just another turn or two and they would be there, so he wouldn't have to endure any more movement.]
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If this is contagious, we will find out more soon enough.
[People would catch on and try to find a way to stop it's progress. He knew nothing about medicine, but the people in Asgard had always been quick to pull together and react accordingly when needed.]
....Thank you for this.
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But he would see to it that every effort was made to find one before they reached that point.] We're here, are you able to stand on your own?
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[Even if it did turn for the worse, he knew the risks Eyes was taking, if it was contagious. He only hoped that that risk would not cause the other to fall ill, as well.]
I am.... I can get inside on my own, as well.
[He had caused Eyes enough trouble already. Unsteady on his feet he might be, but he could make it through a door.]
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Prince! What's going on?
[Yeah, she's worried enough that she just drops the title automatically instead of calling him Frey. But right now isn't the time to be thinking about that. And of course she's trying to run right over there.]
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Again he will say nothing, but the aura he is emanating should say more than enough: she was not allowed in.]
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Once behind it, he's stumbling forward, falling to the ground just inside the door rather sloppily, but it doesn't matter. She'd seen what was going on, and now he would need to explain. But he wouldn't open the door, and for good measure, he pulls himself up, reaching for the safety lock set into the inside of the door, flipping it closed as he fights back nausea once more.] I'm sorry.....
[His voice is barely audible behind the door, but still loud enough to be heard.]
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[Scary face aside, Lyon isn't one to back down this easily, especially where the Prince's safety is concerned. There's clearly something wrong here - he's obviously sick and in pain, and she's going to at least get to the bottom of it.]
What's wrong with him? Why won't you let me see him? He could be in danger!
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He was exposed to the canister fallen in Freya, thus for his own safety and that of everyone else he is being isolated.
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[Except his words are cut off by a series of painfully raw, hacking coughs. If only it didn't feel so hot.... everything felt too hot, his throat included.]
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[Yeah, she's just going to be trying to shove her way past at this point, banging on the door.]
Prince!
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Do not force my hand, Lyon.
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[She's ceased banging on the door now, at least. Now she's just kind of leaning her forehead up against it, feeling helpless.]
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And he is still not moving.]
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I will not allow you to do that. [He would not let her risk something as unknown and dangerous as some manner of plague to heal him.] You could likely get ill as well, as Eyes said.
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[Her voice fills with more desperation by the second, just as her eyes are filling with tears. This whole situation is intensely frustrating for her - there should be nothing in the world she can't protect him from.]
You know I would gladly lay down my life to save yours.
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But he wouldn't let her risk this.] I know you would not intentionally abandon me. [He trails off, breathing harshly as he tries to find the words.
I do not want you throwing your life away like this for my sake. It seemed childish to say, like this. He had known what 'Bodyguard' meant, but it had taken nearly losing her for him to realize how easily she could die because of him. How little protection he could offer her when it was his life she was protecting. While she would never abandon him intentionally, she would still leave his side when she died.] But, if you became ill and died because of me I would not forgive myself.
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What? How dare you say something like that! What do you know about--
[Well, it's probably for the best that her impending lecture about the definitions of the words loyalty and honor was cut off by the Prince. It's also conveniently stayed her hand from slapping Eyes across the face, which is what she was gearing up to do.]
Just... promise me you'll stay strong.
[This is too frustrating. Every threat that the Prince faced, she'd always been at his side, ready to fight and even kill in order to keep him safe. But this time, the enemy isn't one that she can defend him from. What she wouldn't give to have Dr. Silva or Murad around right now.]
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You know him to be strong already. [Now that Lyon had been calmed down sufficiently enough he lowers his tense stature, though not enough that he wouldn't be able to stop her in the event she changed her mind. His words are directed to Frey now, silently berating himself for not having noticed sooner.]
What do feel you need?
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The rawness in his throat and the heat of fever is still an issue, so of course the first thing on his mind is...]
Water....? If possible....
and bandages. [That mark might or might not get worse, but better safe then sorry.]