eden dire (spearmaiden) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-12-24 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !plot: as i lay dying, ceres uppsala, eden dire |
log ; eden & ceres
Who: Ceres Uppsala & Eden Dire
What: Good news! You're not pregnant! Bad news! It's the plague.
Where: Bistro => Clinic
When: Sagittarius 4 (Nov 27) [backdate]
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete
Going out to fight the snow monsters had proven to be quite a mistake as Eden had found herself a little under the weather. Her nose had been running all morning, but that hadn’t stopped her from getting her favorite pastries and a cup of her favorite coffee. Really, coffee was the best thing. Some people liked tea, but the hot Ordalian beverage sang to her very soul. She’d sipped the coffee and picked at her muffin, thoughtfully looking out the cafe window. That was before...she swooned. That was weird. Maybe there was something in her… ...no, she knew that feeling. Nearly knocking over her chair as she stood up, she ran into the bathroom and pushed the stall open before doubling over the toilet. ---- Ceres had already wondered at least three times why the pastry on the table hadn't been devoured at least five minutes ago. It wouldn't have mattered if Dire had only gotten the morsel that long ago, food never seemed to last long around the other woman. The fact that it still existed at all seemed... Telling. Though, as no mention had been made about her physical state, the topic had been left alone. The sudden exit however did come as a mild surprise, and thankfully, Ceres found it easy to follow. No excuse, no words, nothing but a rapid fleeing off to.. The bathroom. Of course. A heavy frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as arms crossed loosely across her stomach. "I told you." --- Eden practically swooned, her body shifting so she could half lean over the toilet and allow the wall to hold her. If she needed to go again, she could just push herself over the opening, not that it was her preferred position. At least she knew the place was clean. She felt like she’d been trampled by chocobos, then dragged behind them for a hundred miles. She’d felt bad before, but this was just the worst. Then the voice floated up behind her and she whimpered. “I don’t know what you mean.” --- “To be more careful.” Ceres voice was firm, obviously unamused, but not bad natured either at the same time. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other the former KingsGuard watched over the other woman a moment. “Do you need a medic?” Eyes narrowed. She was no white mage herself, but certainly, Ceres could undoubtedly pick up on some signs of illness, or other problems. Her training with curative magicks had to have some use after all. One wrist rolled as she debated casting a spell, but withheld. It was hard to tell sometimes when Dire wanted assistance. --- It took Eden a moment to process what it was that Ceres could have meant by being more careful. Her eyes widened...right before she leaned over the toilet and heaved out the rest of last night’s dinner. Reaching up, she flushed before wiping her mouth with some toilet paper. This was not the picture she wanted to paint for anyone. Even as Ceres had seen her in some really horrific conditions, puking should not have been one of them. “I am careful,” she frowned. “I am so careful that my carefuls are careful.” That didn’t make much sense, but she didn’t care. She was not pregnant. “I probably ate something wrong,” she said attempting to push herself up, but her arms felt so weak that she just ended up leaning on the toilet instead. --- As Dire continued to empty the contents of her stomach, all Ceres could really do was let a heavy, yet somewhat muted, sigh fall from her lips. This wasn’t looking good in the least. The last thing she needed was her partner dumping breakfast and dinner into the toilet. How the hell was she supposed to continue on her Ranger shifts with someone else? The city needed protecting and…. Eyes narrowed as Dire spoke, and a scowl began to form regardless of herself. Even when trying her hardest not to be a hardass, Ceres just couldn’t entirely manage it. “Not careful enough.” Came the - uncommonly - not clipped wording as she continued to watch the other woman. If it was food poisoning or…. Other. There was clearly still a problem here. --- "I'm pretty sure an antidote will clear this all up." It was supposed to sound flippant, but it sounded drained. She was clearly not going to get up anytime soon. Then again, Ceres had poisona which probably could've cleared it up right then and there. She just wanted to move away from the toilet...but didn't want to move away from the toilet. "I mean if you really want to go see a mage about this so I can be right and you can be wrong. We can do that too." Nothing to worry about!!! --- “Will it?” Ceres couldn’t help the challenging tone in her voice. It was an almost natural reaction to just about any situation. It’d taken all of the work, strength and brains she could muster to get where she had been only a year ago, and maintaining such a position had left her with a very specific set of skills, and attitude requirements. Which, unfortunately would take quite some time before all those practices were unlearned. Arms unfolding, a hand flourished in gesture for casting a spell, and Poisonia would fall upon the other woman. If an antidote would take care of what was wrong, this spell ought to do just the trick, and if it didn’t…. Well… Off to a medic they would go. --- Eden stiffened at the feel of the spell washing over her. She felt better for a little while, the queasiness shoved out as the spell took hold. “Wow,” she said with a shake of her head, then pushed herself up to a stand. “See. All--” That was as far as she got before she fell over again. This time, it was completely out. --- With Dire seeming a bit better, maybe it was food poiso- and down the other woman went. Ceres attempted to dart forward, to try to catch her partner as the other woman fell but… She wasn’t quite quick enough. Another failure. Another fall. However, she certainly could get the other woman to a clinic, and moving down to heft the other ranger up, the former KingsGuard would do just that. --- There was a distant burning sensation running through her body. That couldn’t be right, but everything it touched felt clean afterward. Then she fell into a dull sense of queasiness. She didn’t know what any of that meant, but she did know she was on her back. She knew there were other people in the room, and she knew that she felt really really sick. Maybe Ceres was right. Maybe she needed to be more careful, even though she didn’t know how much more careful she could be outside of not having sex for the last few months. She hadn’t been sleeping with her “boyfriend” or anyone else. She’d been quite the prude about it since the nightmare that was Bierfest. The rejection of Rictor was somewhat embarrassing. Opening her eyes, she squinted. The light was harsh. She opened her mouth to speak and a zombie-like groan was emitted in its place. --- Ceres stepped back as a medic moved up to check on the other woman. There was a strain from the worry she felt, but it was masked behind a steely facade. The White Mage set into doing standard tests, checks, and other tasks. There was some mutter about a fever, and flu like symptoms. “You’re sick.” The words were curt, but not angry, if anything, perhaps they held an edge of annoyance. An judgmental look was cast over the medic’s shoulder back to the former KingsGuard, but she did not apologize or budge. With arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. “Still right.” And Faram be damned, she was. Dire clearly hadn’t been careful enough. --- “Yes, I can feel that,” she said frowning right back up to Ceres. There was usually something witty or funny to say, but nothing was coming to her cloud addled brain. “I’m going to throw up, I think. Do I have anything left?” Then there was the realization that Ceres had said that she was right. Did she mean she was sick right or pregnant right? It couldn’t be the latter. It couldn’t. “Wait, I’m both?” Ajora bless. --- Eyes narrowed at the other woman. Well, it was good she could feel. That was… Something Ceres suspected in the least. Even if it wasn’t all that helpful for their current respective jobs. Though, the declaration of how she felt, and the question regarding her bodily functions earned a silent rolling of eyes. It wouldn’t be until she spoke again that the former KingsGuard would even bother. This was one of the few instances in which someone would actually pull a heavy sigh from the normally stern faced woman. Dire really wasn’t feeling right if she couldn’t keep the hell up. “No.” The response was a bit blunt, but really, Ceres didn’t know any other way to be. --- “Oh. Well...how bad is it?” she asked. It was clearly not something that could be fixed by a White Mage or it’d be done by now. It hadn’t hit her clearly what was going on just yet. --- “Plague.” Came the short response, her eyes narrowed and arms still crossed. What the hell was this bullshit anyway? She’d watched the medic pawing over Dire for at least - if she had a guess - thirty minutes before the other woman woke up. Though, who knew, that was a guess off the top of her head. Time hadn’t felt like it had flowed correctly since the former KingsGuard had watched her partner hit the floor just earlier that day. They’d have to find a cure. --- The plague, she thought to herself. “Oh. Is that all.” |