Kevin Entwhistle (bd_kevin) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-04 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - npc, - plot: pox virus, anthony goldstein, kevin entwhistle |
RP: Can I die now?
Date: 4th March 2006
Characters: Kevin Entwhistle, Anthony Goldstein, Heather Jones (NPC)
Location: 1 Dippett Drive to 7 Sterling Close
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: sick!Kevin
Summary: Kevin is very sick and goes to Anthony's
Kevin sat on his bed, his arms wrapped around himself. He had been sick before, but nothing like this. His head burned, his body ached with soreness, strange spots covered most of his torso, his joints were swollen, blood occasionally trickled from his nose, mostly from the constant vomiting he had done. And today, things were worse. He was delirious at times, thinking he'd seen Rebecca in the room... but she was dead.
He was afraid to move at times, and even Nikita kept his distance. Kevin couldn't blame the poor elf, he'd stay back too if he saw anyone in that condition. But he knew he couldn't stay here and do nothing. He needed help, he needed to be with someone who could possibly help.
He stood slowly, taking a set of robes and easing them on. It seemed to take forever, but he managed. He slipped into his shoes, then slowly walked to the door. He was amazed he could stand, not to mention open the door to go out. Nikita approached cautiously, and he told the elf he was going to Anthony's for help. The elf nodded and said nothing as he passed by, making it to the door but barely able to close it.
The walk was painful and tedious. The minutes he walked seemed like hours, but he was stubborn, determined to make it to his destination without help. Not that there was much... the streets were all but deserted from what he could see. He briefly wondered how many people had this, but his own pain kept him from thinking straight. His determination paid off when he saw the familiar house. He pushed himself, making those last few steps to the door. He leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily and swear pouring from him in sheet before he managed enough strength to give an old and familiar knock to the door... one he knew his mate would recognize.