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471st Day [video]

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

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[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

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Naminé?! Oh no! Did you call 911? The hospital? They'll know what to do!

[He left the apartment at first siren, awake most of the night anyway, from Roxas's stuffiness, coughing, sneezing, odd breathing. After awhile the shifting of covers in the top bunk was too much, and he'd just sat out in the livingroom to watch news on his NV until the sun came up. The pre-siren radio hour was saying the situation at drug stores looked bad, although SERO claimed there'd be plenty of cold medicine.

So because they were on their last can of soup, and because Mr. Morning Show Personality was saying go out early and avoid crowds, Joe figured that since he was the only one awake and not feeling hit by a truck, he should go take care of that early. He hadn't even peeked in on the sleeping girls, just pulled a hoodie and a rain poncho right over his pajamas, borrowed Roxas's skateboard, and headed to the drugstore close to the stadium. It was a nasty day, and the bottoms of his pajama pants were soaked by the time he hit the store for opening- and he was far from the only one with that bright idea.

He never expected Xion's panicked message, just like he'd never expected to get into a wrestling match over the last pack of cough drops. Luckily, the storekeepers took pity on kids that had been sent out early over older men with crusty-snot on their upper lips, who looked like they'd just crawled out of a bar.

He was breathing hard with disbelief under the outside awning now, looking from Xion's worried face to the heavier rain, and gauging how quickly he could even get home in it.

Namine's not breathing?! He stares at the screen a little dumbfounded, his eyes wide with helplessness]

At all? [He repeats with alarm, desperate to not...think...the worst.] Did you do...ah....C- ....CPR? [Xion has no idea how to do that. He's seen a guy do it once in the stadium.] Cure? Help her sit up!

[His heart immediately sinks at the news and he's already heading out the door when he hears Xion shouting. His stomach twists.]

Give her CPR, use Cure, and... I don't know. Try everything you can. I'll be over in five minutes.

[Please, please let her be okay.]

[Her voice sounds both raspy and congested, with a note of panic and dismay in it.]

She's not breathing? Can you or Roxas heal her? You should call the hospital!

[Trying to put this as delicately as possible.]

I think if you cannot manage to breathe air back into her lungs and revive her there may be nothing to do. You could attempt to kiss her but I think that method of resurrection is not possible here.

There is a point on her neck where you should be able to feel her pulse. If you cannot feel it there, check her wrist below her thumb. Do not press your thumb against those points, use your index and middle fingers as the thumb will interfere and give you a false feeling.

And I request directions to your current location.

No... I- I need to do that don't I? A doctor will make her wake up, she has to wake up!

[Cure? Of course, Cure! Why hadn't she thought of that earlier?

She holds out her hand, summons up her Keyblade and holds it out feebly, the magical key trembling from the effort.]

Heal!

[The accompanying light casts the room in an eerie glow, and Xion waits for a moment before she tries again.]

Heal!

[It's not working, but Xion's not stopping until the effort causes her to swoon. The Keyblade falls to the floor with a clatter and Xion has to grip the ladder on the bed to stay upright. When she speaks again through her heavy breathing, her voice is tiny.]

It's not working...

[She has no idea what CPR is, but Cure doesn't work. Naminé is still cold and still and there is nothing she can do.]

Riku, help- it doesn't work, nothing works! She won't wake up!

I can't- I tried-

[She suddenly breaks into a coughing fit, and when she's composed enough to talk again her voice is trembling.]

Roxas can't help, he's too sick- I can't wake her up.

[ Roxas isn't awake, but one couldn't really call this sleep, either. His breath is labored and irregular, and his thoughts/dreams are jerky and unfocused. All he knows is that he feels terrible and is getting worse, and he can't do anything more than lie here and wait for whatever happens next.]

Ghhnh-! [It's too wet to use the skateboard, so he just tucks it under an arm and starts running across the street- a car, headlights on, screeches on its breaks and honks at him as he skids up onto the curb, running, trying to keep his eyes on the NV at the same time, only the screen keeps getting wet. He hears Xion's casting, and keeps waiting to hear a cough of life, or something somethinganything-] Well you've gotta....

[How could she stop breathing! She was sick last night, but not in too bad of a way. Should they have called a doctor sooner? Everybody had said a flu was no big deal, if you rested...]

You gotta keep trying! [He yells over the patter of rain, holding the NV's microphone close. Joe is panting as he sprints, and his boots splash across the concrete.] It's got to work! Namineeé! Naminé, please wake up!

[The next block is too full of the first rush of moving morning traffic to jaywalk his way across in the middle of the rain. He stands at the corner hopelessly, hopping foot to foot with impatience and looking down at his NV screen again.]

...hang on, I'm coming right home. Call the hospital for emergency. Get an ambulance to come.

But she's sick- I'm sick too- they say you shouldn't kiss someone if you're sick. I can't- I don't know how to put air in her lungs, I don't know what to do...

[Xion can't feel anything. She tries on both wrists, both sides of her neck, but she can't feel a thing.]

I can't feel anything.

[She breaks into a coughing fit.]

[The realisation begins to set in slowly and painfully. Xion can't wake Naminé up, their room is too quiet, too still, she can't stay in there-

And then she remembers that Roxas was just as sick as Naminé was last night, and then suddenly Xion is absolutely terrified. She runs into the boys' room, stopping to catch her breath and gripping the doorframe when a sudden wave of dizziness from overexertion hits her. Joe's bed is empty, but she can see Roxas' form beneath the blankets over the rails of his bed. She climbs up the ladder, and kneeling at the foot of his bed, she reaches over and checks on him.

He's okay. He's sick, but he's okay. He's not still. He's moving. He's warm- too warm- and he's breathing.

The relief and the shock from everything that's happen sends Xion curling up in a ball on his bed and bursting into tears.]

Be certain to remain calm. You cannot help her if you cannot think clearly.

Begin compressions on her chest, the heel of your hand on the center of the her chest and your other hand on top of the first with your fingers interlaced. Begin compressions, 30 of them, and then tilt her head back.

Pinch her nose closed, take a normal breath, cover her mouth with yours to create an airtight seal, and then give two, one-second breaths as you watch for her chest to rise. Repeat that until help arrives.

Did you try—

[She coughs as well, a choked, pained sound.]

Did you call the doctor yet?

[Xion picks up her Keyblade again, holds it with both hands, and tries again.]

Heal Naminé, please. Please

[She's about to try again when she doubles over with a fresh bout of coughing that leaves her even more shaky.]

Joe it isn't working. I'll call an ambulance.

[The feeling of weight and motion on his bed stirs him, drawing his thoughts toward something other than how wretched he feels. He cracks his eyes open and slowly turns his head toward the new presence. It's Xion. Of course it is. He's not really surprised, though right now he's not even sure if he could be.]

I'm coming, Xion. Just hold on.

[Despite how calm he tries to be, there's agitation in his voice and perhaps even fear.]

Keep trying. Do you have any potions? Where's Joe and Roxas?

I can't help her at all, nothing's working!

[Nothing is working at all, not spells, not potions, not anything. Xion's too sick and frightened to know what to do, her head is spinning and the blood is pounding in her ears as she gets more and more panicked.

Naminé isn't waking up, no matter what she does, and Xion feels helpless and awful and scared and she can't fix it.]

I can't.

I called an ambulance.

[Oh poor sick buddy; she hears that cough and she winces in sympathy, her own chest feeling tight.]

What if they can't wake her up either?

We used them all- Joe went to get more medicine, he left a note... Roxas is really sick-

[She stops to cough.]

I'm scared Riku.

It'll be fine! It has to be fine. I mean, Joe doesn't...

[She trails off, leaving that thought unfinished.]

Just wait for the ambulance. She has to be okay.

[She feels the blankets moving and it's enough to get her to stop crying for a moment, looking up at Roxas with puffy eyes. She wipes her face with the back of her sleeve and edges closer, trying to put on a brave face.]

Go back to sleep, you need to rest. You have to get better Roxas, you have to.

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