Nephry Osborne (
silversnowfall) wrote2011-06-29 10:46 pm
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[Enjoying your hot day, Luceti?
Nephry isn't. Nephry isn't enjoying much of anything really. They've left her just a few feet away from the fountain this afternoon. She's barely even conscious, let alone coherent enough to try alerting someone that she's back. And really, she's not doing well in the heat.
At least, in such a well-traveled place, it probably won't be too long before someone finds her.]
Nephry isn't. Nephry isn't enjoying much of anything really. They've left her just a few feet away from the fountain this afternoon. She's barely even conscious, let alone coherent enough to try alerting someone that she's back. And really, she's not doing well in the heat.
At least, in such a well-traveled place, it probably won't be too long before someone finds her.]
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Nephry? Nephry, are you all right? Can you hear me?
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Nephry can hear him. It's a battle she's losing to try to get her eyes to stay open, and to talk to him.]
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[He goes to reach for his journal and sends a very quick message before setting it aside and trying to help Nephry into a sitting position.] Nephry? Just hold on a little bit longer, all right?
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Dist arrived flustered, and worried to his wits end. Why did she always return injured, or with something wrong with her?! Those two-bit bastards...he'd never forgive them if the damage would be irreparable!]
Fon Master--Nephry! [He kneels by her side, immediately checking for signs of injury. She looked all right, but her heart rate was through the roof, and her temperature was well above average.]
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She can't respond to him, either, though she wants to. Ion helping her to sit up a little hasn't changed much either. At least she's doing better at keeping her eyes open, even if they're so sunken that she looks even worse]
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Nephry? Do you think you can stand with a little help? We need to get you to the clinic...
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[Dist removes a clean handkerchief from his person and drops it into the water of the fountain, taking it and wringing it out. He'll finally place the damp and cool cloth on Nephry's forehead, in an attempt to lower her body temperature.]
The clinic's facilities are not near good enough for this. Nehry's suffering from severe heat exhaustion and dehydration... We need to get her into the shade immediately, and when she's stable, she's to be taken to the battledome's medical facilities as soon as possible.
[He begin to remove a bit of Nephry's excess clothing, just to get some of that extra weight off her and keep her from heating up further. In normal circumstances, Dist would freak out over doing such a thing, or even thinking it, but his conscience is on hold at the moment. Nephry's health takes priority.]
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All right. Will you need help lifting her? [Since obviously Dist is the one doing it here. Thankfully there were a few trees nearby with plenty of shade under them; moving her there shouldn't prove difficult.]
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[Dist isn't a weakling, contrast to popular belief. He has carried Nephry before, and she was actually relatively light compared to the heavy metals and parts he usually had to carry and piece together to make his fonbots. Far lighter.
Dist scoops Nephry up, mumbling a quiet apology for jostling her - if he did, and takes her into the shade. She should drink something, to rehydrate herself. As he sets her down on the much cooler grass, Dist looks up to Ion.]
Do you think you could find something cool for her to drink, Fon Master? Cool, not cold, otherwise it'll do more harm than good.
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But, just as she really can't talk or move around, the chances of her being with it enough to drink something are very small.]
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[In minutes, he's back with a bottle of water, chilled only from being stored in a shady place rather than refrigerated, so it wouldn't be too cold. He holds it out for Dist, not even trying to mask his concern right now.]
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He carefully propped Nephry up into his arms, one arm around her shoulders, and tried to get her attention. He could always just soak her with the water if she didn't drink, but he did was her to take in something of what he had. He dripped a bit of the water on her lips, trying to encourage her to begin drinking, or at least open her mouth.]
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It's not that she isn't trying. The shift between awareness and not, in her mind, makes her just cogent enough to know that there's water there, she could drink it if only she could gather the wherewithal to drink it.
She wants to she wants to she wants to. And she can't. Can't even express her frustration at being unable - the most she manages is one ragged breath, which turns into a short cough.]
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But any lingering thoughts containing ridiculous notions of anger or retaliation could be put aside until a time when her health was no longer an immediate concern. Jade slipped a hand beneath her neck to support her head, the other beneath her shoulders to gently lift her into a sitting position.]
I assume you have no objections if I offer my assistance.
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Objections? Hardly. She takes an almost-long-enough breath in an attempt to talk to him...and nothing happens.]
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I think we've spent enough time chatting, don't you? [Being the only eligible candidate around, Jade lifts her, fully intending to carry her off and straight into a clinic. However, he hesitates at the sight of the fountain. It wasn't exactly the cleanest of sources, but water was water, and there was certainly nothing in the water that could cause her any more harm.]
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Because it is indeed serious. In a few minutes she's going to lose consciousness altogether. He's carrying her - he can probably feel her heart racing]
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Still, it was quite a way to travel. It was irritating that they'd dropped her so far from it, considering her condition was the result of their meddling.]
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When they arrive at the battledome's hospital, Nephry is well and truly unconscious and even Jade won't be allowed in the room once they start treating her. ...Of course, they'll ask him to describe what happened. If he identifies himself as her brother, he may be let in sooner than others would have, by virtue of being related.]
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That said, Jade waits outside her room rather obediently, leaving her treatment to those with more expertise. But the longer he waited, the more agitated he became, although visibly his demeanor didn't change by much. To entertain himself, he familiarized himself with the clinic and it's equipment, or at least the parts he was allowed access to. While he was sitting around, he might as well file away any useful information for later, just in case this little incident chose to repeat itself.]
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She's asleep when they do let him in, hooked up to monitors and fluids but looking better, anyway. If he asks, they'll tell him that she has been awake, briefly, but couldn't tell them anything useful about the kidnapping. ...So he may still be bored. But at least he has confirmation that they don't think anything else will happen to her.]
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He positions himself in a chair set aside in the corner, where he crosses his legs and waits for a time. He wasn't going to wake her, rest was a necessity for a proper recovery, but sitting staring at a blank wall had him ill at ease.]
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...Which is about now. It isn't a slow transition in the least; her eyes open all at once and she doesn't appear to know where she is, or what might be going on.]
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Did you enjoy your nap? [As if anyone could truly enjoy it after what she'd been put through today...]
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[that was the most cracked and quiet version of his name she has ever said. Even though the dehydration issue has been solved, she hadn't been able to drink any water. There's a desert living in her throat.
She was building up to just such a panic, though, and that voice stopped it cold. There's no being disoriented or worked up around her brother. It takes her some time to find him in the room, given he's not really near the bed and she's still trying to place herself.]
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