Who: Hunter Calhoon and Nieve Linwood What: [PLOT] Nieve falls ill When: Early afternoon Where: Nieve's place | hospital Status | Rating: Incomplete | Medium
She said she was not feeling well. If it was something as small as the kiddie-cold that he hoped it was, Nieve never would have told him. Normally, the case of the full stomach or bad food was met with an "uuuuuuugh" or "dying.... don't come over" when he offered. This time, she said she wanted him there. That was what made him worried. Still, he wanted to think one or two of her students had not washed their hands after coughing to something and passed a contaminated marker to her. That made sense right? Little kids got sick all the time because of lowered immunity. Somehow, he knew it wasn't. That was what scared him more than anything. She caught him, luckily when he was already awake. Normally he slept all the way in on Black Friday because he did not feel like driving around with insane people trying to get good deals. Plus, he was sort of in charge at the tank for a bit, so no one could tell him to come in when he did not want to. It was a nice change of pace that he wanted to enjoy for as long as he could. But today, he was running around his house frantically in boxers, hoping to find his keys, which had been tossed to the side carelessly after food with the family the day before. As he went, Hunter pulled up his pants and fixed his belt as he went back into his room. He-Man watched him with a confused look. He did not like how his owner was scared as hell. Hunter paused to scratch behind his ear for a moment before pulling up his shirt on and grabbing his jacket and ultimately hearing his keys in the pocket. Found them.
He was in his car moments later, pulling out of the parking lot of his apartment complex. He was never more glad he spent money on such an embarrassing car. He felt like a tool for owning it, but right now the way it drove and how fast it moved was worth it. He sped around the outside of town, trying to avoid cops and crowds. It was only ten minutes since he announced he would be going to her place, but it felt like an eternity. He parked behind her and shut the door, not bothering to lock it right away. After all, he could just do it once he knew she was not dying or something. He dug to her key and let himself inside and shut the door behind him. "Nieve?" he called out, immediately running into the living room, where he found her on the couch. She did not look good. This was not the flu or something like that. She was pale and looked like she was sweating- not like a fever. Hunter dropped his keys on the counter and walked in slowly. She was right, Hawkeye was watching her and whining. He knew something was wrong. "Case of spoiled food?" he asked hopefully. "What did you have?" Hunts knelt down near the couch and ran his hands over her hair nervously.