bd_kingsley (bd_kingsley) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-09 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - plot: pox virus, kingsley shacklebolt (deceased) |
RP: Too Young To Feel This Old
Date: 9 March 2006
Characters: Kingley Shacklebolt
Location: Auror Headquarters
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: plague stuff
Summary: Kingsley is far too sick to be at work but is doing his best to be tehre for his force.
Kingsley didn't usually do worried but he was certainly doing it today. He kept it well hidden, of course, but the amount of pain he was going through was immense. His body hurt everywhere, even to move- which he did often as he didn't want to get stiff as well. What started as little bumps had progressed into boils that he'd heard about around the village and seen on his mother. Nothing seemed to help them which was frustrating on itself.
But what worried Kingsley wasn't his own problems.
What worried Kingsley were his mother, daughter, and girlfriend.
Mama Rose was very sick. There had been a Healer to see her but they couldn't do much for her and she was too fragile to walk to the Shack. They'd been doing everything (and by they, he mostly meant Hestia- the angel that she was) to keep her comfortable as she could but he honestly feared for her- his only consolation the fact that no one had died yet.
And Valery's health was decreasing as well. She now had the same marks that he and his mother had and a fever much too hot for a small girl, not to mention the soreness he was expierencing. Hestia was adamant on taking her to the Shack alone this morning, intent on keeping Kingsley in bed.
As much as he knew she'd be angry, once she was gone he pulled himself out of bed, made sure the boils were bandaged (to stop himself from itching as well as protecting them from oozing) and dressed in his work robes. Percy was at the Shack now and their number was only depleting daily. He couldn't miss work and Hestia just didn't seem to understand that.
He wasn't surprised to find that there were hardly any Aurors at head quarters or that those who were were all in varying degree's of illness. For a breif moment he wondered just how bad this would get before someone would find a cure- if anyone would find a cure. But he couldn't keep those thoughts for long, he had a job to do.
Reading through the migraine and fever wasn't very easy at all and he was constantly distracted by the itching all over his body. He'd been at the same report for over an hour now and could barely remember what he was reading. He felt completely uncomfortable- too warm, too- something. All he could focus on was the overwhelming pain and itching. When he felt something on his lip he reached up to brush it aside and was met with a warm thick liquid. Looking at it it was clearly blood. Swearing he put his report down and stood to get a napkin. That was when he felt the trickling down the back of his leg. Alarmed he looked behind him for some sort of explanation and found the seat of his chair soaked in blood as well.
Kingsley's typically strong stomach gave way to retching at the sight, he just barely made it to his waste bin.
Above anything else, Kingsley wanted to be there for the force, but he was just too sick- this wasn't safe for anyone.