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sirenspull2012-05-17 01:58 pm
universaljanitor) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-17 01:58 pm
text; oo9
Whatever this is that's going around. Has anyone found a cure for it? Any relief? Done anything that's managed to get the fever down at all? The vomiting to stop?
At this point, I'm not going to judge how unorthodox the cure might be, anything to get a bit of relief would be absolutely brilliant.
One of my hearts stopped this morning. So the sooner I can get a response, the better.
[For the record? He's not okay. He hasn't managed to eat in a day, has a fever that would equal brain damage in a human, it's hard to breathe, he's bordering on delirium and... well. As said, one of his hearts went out. And that has him in a sort of desperate mood. He's failing at finding a cure on his own - which is strange in and of itself - so... yeah. He's getting kind of desperate.]
[Private Text to the Eleventh Doctor/Unhackable x10]
[There's a lot of things he could say right now. He could tell himself exactly how bad it is, he could ask for help, if Eleven has figured out anything beyond what he has. But in the end, the only thing he can think to type on out is...]
Take care of them.
[ooc: This is followed by This log here, which takes place tomorrow! But since I am not going to be around Friday or Saturday these posts needed to happen now >:E Pretty much, Ten will die tomorrow from the guilt plague, and will be back around Sundayish or Monday, depending on when I get home!]
At this point, I'm not going to judge how unorthodox the cure might be, anything to get a bit of relief would be absolutely brilliant.
One of my hearts stopped this morning. So the sooner I can get a response, the better.
[For the record? He's not okay. He hasn't managed to eat in a day, has a fever that would equal brain damage in a human, it's hard to breathe, he's bordering on delirium and... well. As said, one of his hearts went out. And that has him in a sort of desperate mood. He's failing at finding a cure on his own - which is strange in and of itself - so... yeah. He's getting kind of desperate.]
[Private Text to the Eleventh Doctor/Unhackable x10]
[There's a lot of things he could say right now. He could tell himself exactly how bad it is, he could ask for help, if Eleven has figured out anything beyond what he has. But in the end, the only thing he can think to type on out is...]
Take care of them.
[ooc: This is followed by This log here, which takes place tomorrow! But since I am not going to be around Friday or Saturday these posts needed to happen now >:E Pretty much, Ten will die tomorrow from the guilt plague, and will be back around Sundayish or Monday, depending on when I get home!]
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[On his end, he chances a glance up, through the gap in the door, at the shapes of Rose and Jack moving around in their small apartment. Sick, but doing their best to keep him from seeing it.
His thumbs smooth over the sides of the NV as a small smile pulls at his lips, a split second before the video flickers on, revealing his gentle smile, probing eyes, all in a pale, drawn face.
Life echoing from a dead man's skin.]
My companions. Friends. Always keeping me in check, them.
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Nobody can run unchecked. You'll become an egomaniac or lose all perspective. I suppose that's what humans use their friends for.
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Everyone can use someone to melt and protect their heart]
Not just humans. Anything. Companionship is... a universal idea. Never met a lifeform that doesn't want it.