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[punkblaze]

[Somewhere on the Plane, a little out of the way from where everything else is, Eithan has brought a ridiculously large, poofy, Victorian-style armchair. Of course, you'll find Eithan curled up in that chair. ... And, every once in a while, you'll hear him whine. Or groan. Or make some other pitiful noise.

Sitting on a table beside the chair are a bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Neither has been touched very much. There's a blanket on the floor that looks like maybe Eithan was using it before, but it's since been tossed aside and forgotten about.

So basically, have an Eithan, acting like his home worlds and the rest of them are all ending just because he has a really bad head cold. ... 'Tis the season.]

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[foundmyarms.livejournal.com]

[Well obviously Ethan is taking a nap, and John isn't one to disturb people who are sleeping. So, he'll just go pick up that blanket and try to put it on Ethan so he doesn't get cold.]

[punkblaze]

[Eithan's actually awake, just incredibly drugged-up on cough syrup and the like. He manages to blink blearily up at John, and gives a small smile.]

Heh. Thanks man.

[foundmyarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're awake!

[He's a little surprised at first, but he quickly regains himself and smiles widely.]

Sorry, I though you were trying to catch a nap here.

[punkblaze]

Kinda. I guess. I mean... [Cough!] Ugh.

[He shifts, sitting up a bit straighter. ... key words being "a bit".]

Fuckin' sick. I hate it. I guess I should be tryin' to sleep, but it's so hot... and then it's so cold... and I dunno. It just sucks.

[foundmyarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, you can't find a place to sleep? Why not go back to your planet-thingy to rest then, it should be more like normal.

[punkblaze]

No, I mean... I can find places to sleep. But like, havin' a fever just makes it fuckin' hard. You know? Plus, if I stay here, time doesn't pass back home. Right? So I'm not gonna miss shit just 'cause I'm sick. Right?

[foundmyarms.livejournal.com]

Oh that's true, I didn't even think of that.

[Thinking for a moment.]

Did you want to try to sleep? Because if you want to try, I could tell you a bedtime story or something. That always helps when I'm sick and can't fall asleep.

[punkblaze]

[He smiles a bit.]

Hm, maybe in a bit. But uh, hey, what's your name anyway? I'm Eithan.

[He starts to hold out his hand to shake, but ends up coughing instead and realizes that's... probably not the best idea. So he puts his hand back down and gives John a sheepish smile.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver sees that armchair and immediately makes his way over--out of curiosity, more than anything. but then he sees the state of Eithan and winces. he drops from the Plane and comes back with a book in his hand, which he sets on the table next to the soup and the tea. then he sits on the floor nearby and pulls out his datapad, messing with something on it while Eithan sleeps]

[punkblaze]

[He eventually does come around, though he's still clearly medicated and a little bit out-of-it. He blinks at the soup, then the tea, and then the book. After about thirty seconds, his brain processes that no, the book was not there before, and he reaches for it.

That's when he spots Oliver. He blinks, slowly, shakes his head, and then sits back a bit and rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands.]

Nn... Fuck. ... Sorry. Hey, man.

[oliverplus]

[it's Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Oliver thought Eithan might enjoy it]

[he gives Eithan a smile] Hey. You look like hell. You all right?

[punkblaze]

[He likely will! But for the moment, it's being left on the table in favor of talking with his friend. ♥]

Man, I feel like fuckin' hell... [He moans pitifully and buries his face in the armrest.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver frowns sympathetically] Think I could get you anything? If your tea's gone cold, I could make you some.

[punkblaze]

[He glances over at his tea, looking incredibly disinterested in it.] Nah. It's cool. Kinda tired of tea, 's all I've had all day. But uh, thanks.

Oh hey, unless, uh... do you have those cough-aid-things in your world? Like, the things that look like candy? They've got 'em in Tharia, but not in Meridia, and I'd like probably die for one right about now, man. Heh.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver brightens at that. he always likes a mission] I bet I could find some in the TARDIS! I could go check. Mind waiting a tick?

[punkblaze]

Yeah, not like I'm goin' anywhere. [Small smile]

[docinawall]

[Doc happens to be wandering by, but he stops when he sees Eithan lying in the chair] Oh, you look like you need medical attention! [he lifts his scanner, and it glows green as he scans Eithan]

[punkblaze]

[Eithan sleepily rolls over, blinks at this person he's never seen before, and then--]

What the f--!!

[--jumps into a more upright position, though first he just about falls out of the damn chair. sdjfakl]

Hey-- hey! Hey, whoa, what-- who--! [He's looking back and forth between Doc, the scanner, back to Doc, back to the scanner... because that thing looks like a weird alien gun right out of a sci-fi flick, and he looks like a weird dude in armor, and is this a fever dream or something...?]

[docinawall]

[Doc is really not bothered by Eithan's freaking out. people regularly do that when he comes around, and at least Eithan isn't waving a gun in the process] I'm Medical Officer DuFresne. Are you feeling any dizziness or numbness? My scanner is lighting up green for nerve injury. Or maybe that's green for congestion... Are you congested?

[punkblaze]

[Medical officer is a little less scary than dude-in-armor-with-an-alien-gun, so that calms him down a little bit. Though at the barrage of questions, he's still stuck giving Doc a wide-eyed look, eyebrows raised.]

Uh... Yeah, dizzy. Not numb, but-- nerve damage? Wh-- No. No, 's just... a cough. Yeah, congestion. That.

[Okay, so he's still frazzled. And old-timey cough syrup had a lot of alcohol in it, you know...]

[docinawall]

Dizzy with a cough and congestion? Oh, that's easy! [Doctor lets go of the trigger on his scanner, and the green light fades. then he crouches on the ground, setting the scanner beside him. he grabs one of Eithan's feet and starts to attempt to undo the buckles on one of his boots] Now just relax. Once I've massaged your foot, you'll be more comfortable. And that's the first step to feeling better!

[punkblaze]

Hey!! The hell're you doin'?!

[Eithan doesn't relax on command ever, let alone when some strange guy is apparently trying to take off his boots - seriously, what the fuck?! So he flails, and ends up kicking Doc in the face. Well, helmet. Which... means ends up hurting himself instead.

He curls in on himself, trying to scoot away and against the other side of the chair, namely away from Doc. Meanwhile, he's wincing in pain.]

Motherfucker! What the fuck is that fuckin' helmet made out of?!

[docinawall]

Owww! [Doc isn't hurt, but he does fall over backwards from the unexpected impact, grabbing at his helmet] Hey, what did you do that for!? I was helping you! And now you're even more tense...

[speedofsarcasm.livejournal.com]

[How pitiful.

As tempted as Vidia is to simply leave him be, there is some spark of goodwill in her. Blaming it on the holiday season, she picks up the blanket and drapes it around him. She can't resist a small murmur, though.]

You're welcome.

[punkblaze]

Mm, thanks, lady.

[It's mumbled, and not very coherent. Clearly he's out of it... but he does manage to look up and give her a half-smile. Then he coughs, and buries his face in the armrest all over again. Ugh, being sick sucks...]