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Jul 19, 2025 5:55 am
- Emma -

It takes what feels like a long time for the ambulance to arrive. Two paramedics head up to your flat and examine David, taking a history and details. It turns out you don't know when last he had pills, David does not remember and Sarah was taking care of that, it may have been too soon after the last time for him to be taking more, but the paramedics assure you that such paracetamol use should not a serious concern in the short-term, that you did nothing wrong... there. They are bit scathing about you leaving him to stand in the shower alone, though, weak as he is.

"The hot water probably made him light-headed, he is already a bit dizzy. His temperature is not life-threatening." They explain. "The hospitals are full, and this looks like a cold. Sure, a bad one, but still, the city is wrecked with them this season, with all this rain." This is the story you heard before, they suggest you keep checking his temperature and if it climbs, you can have him admitted, they suggest 'linen savers' or a water-proof mattress cover on the meantime. If you insist, they will take you to the hospital, but they guarantee you you will told the same thing there: 'Rest and plenty of fluids, call us if it gets worse', and they heavily imply that you will be wasting everyone's time and putting others at risk.

What do you do?
Jul 19, 2025 6:02 am
"People with 'nothing but a cold' don't pee their bed several times a night" she crosses her arms over her chest. When one of them tries to answer, she cuts in: "He fainted in the shower. How do you know he didn't bump his head or something?" her concern for her husband was making her more 'bitchy' than usual, and she was ready to roll over them if she couldn't get them to take her seriously:

"You're telling me it's nothing serious, but I’m not a doctor. And frankly, neither are you. So forgive me if I’d rather hear that from someone who is" she paused to glare at them "Unless you want to take responsibility for what happens to him. In this case, I would need your names, and your professional registration number"
Jul 19, 2025 6:08 am
- Emma -

"He didn't, ma'am, we checked." They say patiently about bumping his head. It is clear they deal with irrational spouses all the time.

"I didn't, hon. I am fine." David says, though possibly he using his tone that suggests he lovingly spells 'hon' with a 'u'.

"Our details are right there on our report." One says. "But, if you insist, we can take you. I assure you, though, your husband will be better off in a nice warm bed than sitting in a cold waiting room only to be sent home in a few hours."

What do you do?
Jul 19, 2025 6:12 am
"Thank you" she cuts them again right after they said 'we can take you'. They might be right, but she was too concerned right now about his incontinence issues, and she wanted him checked. Spending a few hours in the ICU would be a small price to pay for her peace of mind. "Let me just grab a few things..."
Jul 19, 2025 6:16 am
"Well, these ones are coming from above, not below," Benji points out. "They have nothing to do with the dog or any of those other demons. Anyway, I’m not asking you to welcome them into your home. I only want to tell them to go back to the surface. What’s the harm in that?"
Jul 21, 2025 4:11 am
- Emma -

The ambulance drops you at A&E, there are usually wheelchairs by security, for those who need them, but there is a shortage this night, and since David can walk, others may need them more, it is up to you.

The waiting room is full of people, coughing and sneezing and wearing very few masks. If you two did not have whatever is going around already, you, and everyone in here, will have it by tomorrow.

Eventually, after hours of waiting, a doctor sees you. They look harried and are trying to be polite and patient with their nagging and impolite patients.

The doctor has questions you can't answer: "How long has this been going on?" "How frequent?" and David has to come to your defence: "My wife was away, we had a friend staying with us who helped me out. Yes, the hospital told us not to come in yet..."

The doctor takes his time explaining how 'The mucus membranes in the nose and throat are pretty much the same as those in the ... other pink openings. They get the same infections and tend to leak. The pressure of the sneezing and coughing also often leads to stress induced incontinence. It is nothing to worry about at this stage.' Possibly the fact that you are something pretty to look at, in a sea of red noses, is the only reason they are taking this time.

They repeat much the same advice as the paramedics gave —only slightly impatient that people don't trust the people who do this for a living— and want to send David home to bed.

What do you do?
Jul 21, 2025 4:13 am
- Benji -

"They tried from below." Alasdair points out. "Then they found a way around, and are trying, again, from above. You are not a soldier, you don't understand these things. Demons are relentless, and these ones may be trickier than most."

Nothing you have said so far makes an impression on Alasdair, he does not agree with being friends with demons, and he is correct in his assessment of what these ones did... even if their motivation is not clear to him, but then, he does not care about demons' motivations, they are the enemy and he fights them.

What do you do?
OOC:
Your Mislead roll bought you some time, but the consequent of your miss on Order your Underlings means 'they do exactly as they are told and it leads to disaster', there is no easy way out of that.
Jul 21, 2025 4:31 am
They spent hours waiting to see the doctor at the A&E, only to be sent straight back home, but Emma still didn’t think it was a waste of time. She feels more at ease now, relieved to have heard that there was ‘nothing to worry about’ right out of the doctor’s mouth. She has been needing someone to tell her that for a while now. A few hours of sleep were worth alleviating her stress some, and by the time they stepped through the door to their apartment, she felt more buoyant than tired.

She sent David straight to bed, and did another round of laundry. Once the apartment was finally quiet again, she sat down with a cup of coffee in front of her laptop. She had been meaning to talk with Shelyna Armitage for a while now. After digging through the Administrator's contact list and finding her number, she picked up her phone and dialled her without a moment of hesitation.
Jul 21, 2025 5:08 am
Persephone lies on the bed, the room spinning around her. She lifts herself up and looks at Henry across the room.

Normally, she doesn’t sleep with men she barely knows. Normally, she doesn’t get this drunk. But every time her mind turns to reflect, every time she stops chasing dopamine, chasing validation, chasing pleasure… she sees the dagger fall. Again and again it falls. And every time that happens, she … goes away. She switches to autopilot, dissociating away from herself so completely that she would agree to almost anything. Anything not to remember, not to FEEL that again. Persephone sees the man there, his eyes hungry for her. She knows what he wants; she knows it would give her something to feel, something to distract. He wants it, she can give it to him; she can make him happy. That makes her feel good. At least she can make somebody feel good; she so often does nothing but makes others hurt. But this is a thing she can do.

She beckons him to her, smirking and giggling, as she reaches a hand behind her back and clumsily unclasps her bra. As he approaches, she reaches up to him, pulling him to her. As he embraces her, kissing her hungrily, sloppily, her hands drift to his belt.

The rest is predictable. She gets the escape she seeks. And then, blessed oblivion.
Jul 21, 2025 5:14 am
Frustrated and seeing that trying to reason with Alasdair is pointless, Benji turns his back on the older vampire and, in a slightly petulant act of stubborn defiance, shouts as loud as he can into the tunnel. "RATS, IF IT’S YOU AND IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, GO BACK TO MY FLAT AND WAIT FOR ME THERE!"

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