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Tweak says, "what's behind door number 3?"

Evangeline Moreau (donewithnights) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-07-09 10:26:00

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claire temple (mcu), peter b parker (sv)

Who: Peter Parker and Claire Temple
What: You're sick, go to bed.
Where: Peter's house
When: Monday night

People were sick and that sickness was effecting them all in different ways. There were malfunctioning powers, there was people reverting back to former selves and trying to die, there was panic and Claire was still trying to come to terms with the whole powers part. But she was just doing what she could, checking on people who wanted help, taking temperatures and reminding people how to prevent spreading it around. She was washing her hands a lot, but she had a feeling whatever they had she wasn't going to get.

She wasn't the only one running around, Peter seemed intent on running himself into the ground looking after everyone else and she understood, maybe better than anyone. But through the day he was looking worse and worse, so while he was off white knighting it for someone else Claire stripped his bed and remade it with fresh sheets that she'd found in the closet. There was nothing better than clean sheets when you didn't feel well.

"Alright, that's enough," Claire told him the moment he walked through the door. "You look like shit, you're sick," she said as she grasped him gently by the elbow. "Come on, it's bed time," she added a little softer.

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pbandparker
2019-07-09 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Checking in on Gwen had maybe been pushing it for Peter. It was one thing to hang around the house and make sure that Miles had water and wasn't like secretly dying in his little curled up ball of pain, but it was something else to go making house calls. And Peter had been feeling the second he walked in the door, and it seemed like Claire had her own kind of spider-sense about these kinds of things as well confronting him the second he walked through the door.

"That's not very nice," He said with a frown, she'd called him cute after all - he'd seen it, on the net. Not that he was gonna be ridiculous and call her out for it, he'd just enjoy it privately. But he was tired, and laying down did sound like a pretty good idea.

"Everyone is sick," He lamented as he let her lead him to bed, despite not really feeling like he should give in. The second he did he was positive it was going to get worse. As long as he kept moving, kept pretending he was fine he could probably maintain this sort of baseline level of vaguely sick and uncomfortable. "How are you not sick?" Because he needed some of whatever she had so he could get over this.

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donewithnights
2019-07-10 10:30 pm UTC (link)

"Being nice isn't my job," she said as she shepherded him through the small house. Claire probably shouldn't have just gone into his room, but really she hadn't touched anything except the sheets and he was bound to be too sick to care.

Claire had been thinking about why she wasn't sick and all the people who weren't had something in common. "Because I'm perfectly ordinary, what ever you've all got seems to be because you've got different abilities," Claire explained as she pulled back the covers for him.

She pushed him down until he was sitting and dropped down to unlace his shoes and help him out of them before she finally got him lying down. "Have you been keeping up your fluids?" Claire asked as she sat down on the edge of his bed and covered his forehead with her hand.

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pbandparker
2019-07-11 12:49 am UTC (link)

"Oh right, it's mine." Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all that. But even as she herded him to his bed he couldn't find it in himself to really care what he looked like because the prospect of laying down, of getting horizontal for a while, yeah that sounded like exactly what he needed.

He frowned when she told him her theory about why he and the others were sick but she wasn't. "That's just - how would something like that even happen?" Not that he expected her to have the answer, he was more talking out loud as he tried to figure out how that would work.

He was still thinking about it when she was suddenly kneeling down and helping him out of his shoes, and part of him wanted to cry because it was so kind and sitting there with someone helping him made it harder to deny just how exhausted he actually was. "I had some coffee earlier." He supplied helpfully, and closing his eyes and leaned into when her hand pressed to his forehead.

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donewithnights
2019-07-12 02:25 am UTC (link)

"Look I don't actually know, it's just an idea," Claire said with a shrug. They were both just talking out loud really, no one knew and there wasn't really the kind of lab that they'd need or people with expertise in that to prove anything. The thing was that lots of diseases passed on their own, they were far more dangerous if you were vulnerable, old or young. People here were strong and Claire just tried to focus on managing symptoms.

Claire pressed her lips into a thin line as she sat on the edge of his bed and leaned over him. His eyes were glasses and his face was flushed and when she checked his tongue it was dry, because of course he hadn't been looking after himself. "Coffee earlier, oh good what a good choice."

She stood up and returned to the other room and the kit she'd put together from what had been in medical so she could go around and visit the sicker of the people there. "I know you're not going to rest for long," she said as she pulled out a bag of fluids. "I'm going to put you on an IV," Claire told him as she pulled on a pair of gloves.

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pbandparker
2019-07-12 07:00 am UTC (link)

It was an interesting idea, one that Peter hadn't considered just yet, at least not quite on that scale he'd thought maybe it was just a spider focused sort of thing that was going around, taking them all out - but then he'd heard that Steve was down for the count too and well - that was something else entirely. Peter was nearly one hundred percent certain that Steve's abilities had nothing at all to do with spiders, make it ninety-nine point seven percent certain. So that theory had gone out the window. But then Claire had suggested everyone with abilities? It was harder to nail down how that could happen, but it was a thought. And probably a better one than any he'd had thus far.

"Hey, coffee is a liquid, it counts." He frowned mostly to himself because coffee always felt like the right choice no matter what the situation, but sure maybe it wasn't now - he could possibly, maybe, kind of concede that maybe straight up water would have been better.

And then she said she was giving him an IV and Peter's eyes went wide, well as wide as he could get them at the moment without feeling a sudden stab of pain somewhere in the back of his head, that was new. "Uh, can you just do that? Like in a house?" He asked because well, IVs seemed like hospital stuff to him, and this was no hospital. He was maybe a little bit behind on the medical side of things, but to be fair he hadn't needed a lot of medical care in his life.

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donewithnights
2019-07-13 07:25 am UTC (link)

Claire had been thinking about causes, how this thing might have spread while she'd been treating it. It didn't seem to bee contagious person to person, too many people were all sick at once, they must have contracted it at the same time. Which meant only a few were immune and those people seemed like her, perfectly ordinary. So far the most dangerous part of the illness seemed to be the powers of the people it was effecting and some dehydration and high temperatures.

"Huh, well I've never put in a line or given fluids before, I guess we'll find out," Claire deadpanned, looking at him blankly for a moment.

She was quick, steady hands working with practiced ease as she tightened the tourniquet. "Just a little scratch," Claire said. When she was all set up she held the bag of fluids above his head so gravity would help it drain. "You'll feel better in a few minutes," she explained as she lay her hand on his forehead, gently stroking back his hair.

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pbandparker
2019-07-13 09:13 am UTC (link)

Peter huffed out something that might have been a laugh regularly, but was much more of a wheeze today all things considered at her deadpan. "S'different like this though." Peter said, like that explained his reasoning.

But Claire was good at this, very obviously well practiced as she got everything set up and taken care of. And she'd trusted him on her first day here, alone and wearing practically nothing, he could trust her now with this. Especially when all he wanted to do was lay back and sleep.

"Not gonna last though," Peter had a feeling that much was true - he'd feel better for now, once he had some real fluids in him again of course, but it wouldn't last forever. He breathed out slowly as she touched him, her hand on his forehead far more soothing than the needle in his arm. "You ever heard of anyone going from perfect vision to needing glasses over the course of a day or two?" He asked, because that worried him a lot more than the rest of it. He could deal with losing the strength, with feeling weak and slow, but his eyes? That was harder.

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donewithnights
2019-07-13 12:04 pm UTC (link)

"Oh great, hardly sounds like you're doubting me at all," Claire said with a huff of her own. Honestly it wasn't all as sterile as she might have liked, but this place didn't have a lot on offer. There was no ward, no beds, there was just these houses and there was just her.

Claire taped the needle down and tucked the blankets around him. She didn't want to overheat him, but she couldn't have him getting cold either. He'd over done it, he looked wrecked and Claire stroked his temples with her cool fingertips.

What he said next worried her though and Claire's forehead creased. "No, people get detached retinas, but rarely both at once and that's more like looking at the world through a spider web and flashes of light," she explained as she leaned down to look into his eyes. Claire pulled out a light to check his pupils, which were normal.

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pbandparker
2019-07-13 11:23 pm UTC (link)

"Not you, just the setting." Peter promised, holding up a hand in what he was fairly certain was the boy scout hand sign thing, at least he was pretty sure it was - maybe it was the girl scouts. Either way, it worked though. Better than crossing his heart and hoping to die, under the circumstances.

But despite the location, Claire took care of everything, even going so far as tucking him in, it reminded Peter of Aunt May when he was younger and his heart gave a lurch at the memory as well as the loss of the only mother figure he'd ever had. He might be overtired and aching but he wasn't about to let himself get carried away.

He tried not to squint when she shone a light in his eyes to check them, he knew what he'd said would be curious. "I used to need glasses." He explained. "Before the old spider-bite. Feels like that all over again." It was going to be really damn depressing if he ended up needing glasses again. It'd be one thing if he did after he retired, when he'd given up the whole Spider-Man thing, but he wasn't there yet, he was still fairly young all things considered. And glasses, they just weren't going to work.

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donewithnights
2019-07-14 12:17 am UTC (link)

"You worry about everyone else, I'll worry about you and the setting," Claire promised him, rolling her eyes as he gave her a strange salute. "Stop, you're delirious with fever, Creep."

Claire knew what it was like to be sick, to be hurt was even fresher, to feel helpless and what a terrible way it was to feel. He'd been there, not that she'd needed protecting here, but Peter had made her feel safe and although it didn't feel like a debt that needed to be repaid Claire still wanted to help him where she could.

"Well this thing is effecting people in ways it shouldn't, so it's possible," Claire said. She didn't like it, illness was predictable in a lot of ways and this wasn't anything standard that she could understand. Everyone was experiencing such different symptoms and she wished there was more she could do than administer fluids. "I think you'd look good in glasses," Claire said gently. "That smart sexy look, you'd pull it off."

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pbandparker
2019-07-14 04:51 am UTC (link)

"Lots of us to worry about," Peter agreed, he'd let her worry about where they were and what she was doing though, she was the only one of them who knew what was up about any of this at least. "M'a nice creep though."

If he hadn't let himself be lead to bed, to go horizontal, Peter probably would have continued to push himself, to go and check in on Carol too who wasn't doing well by the sounds of it, to check in on some of the others around town before he ever took a moment to worry about himself. But now that he was here, now that he knew Claire was worrying about him and had made it her current mission to look after him he couldn't deny just how bad he felt. How tired he was and how much of a toll this was taking on him.

He frowned as she kind of agreed with him, that it could be the sickness messing with his eyes, the way it was messing with the others in different ways. It worried him, what if this was just the new normal? He peered up at her when she said he'd look good in glasses. "You think so?" He asked her, "You're not just saying that cause I'm delirious with fever?"

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donewithnights
2019-07-14 08:50 am UTC (link)

Coming in here she hadn't expected that she'd be the only medical person, well of course she hadn't expected to be there at all. It was a lot of patients for one nurse and they all had pretty specific needs she knew nothing about. "A very nice creep," she agreed with a laugh.

You could keep going on adrenaline for a long time, Claire could attest to that, especially after the other night. It had been a long time before she'd gone to sleep, sitting up on the couch with a few warm blankets around her. Claire had kept going until she physically couldn't anymore, so she wasn't one to talk about overdoing it. Besides being needed and having patients was a good distraction from her own lingering distress.

"I'd never just say anything," Claire said swiftly and wasn't that the truth. "I think so yeah," she repeated with a little smile. "And smart sexy is my thing, so I'm an expert."

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pbandparker
2019-07-14 06:45 pm UTC (link)

Peter could own up to the creep thing, you know since he was kind of known for hanging out on rooftops at night and not telling people his name. He was a bit of a creep, but a nice one. And he felt better with the confirmation that yes, he was nice even if he was a creep. It might not be exactly the sort of thing you wanted to hear about yourself, but Peter would take it.

Especially now while he was tired and achey and wanting to just go back to bed. There was too much to do though, he needed to get to Carol's and make sure she was okay, and Miles, and figure out what the hell was happening to them and just on and on and on.

He smiled though when Claire assured him she was being honest with him, "Not going to argue with my nurse." He assured her, if she was an expert then so be it. "You think I'm cute." He said after a moment, the thought bubbling back up to the surface of his brain while many of the others drifted just a bit, he was probably going to end up napping, he could feel the pull of sleep on him, and with the weight of the body aches and the fever he was having a harder time resisting than he might have normally.

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donewithnights
2019-07-15 05:57 am UTC (link)

"Yes, don't get in the habit of arguing with me, good idea," Claire said with a nod. He was starting to drift off, a little hazy looking and not just because he couldn't see her so well and Claire laughed as it came back to talking about what she thought of him. "Of course I do, look at you," Claire said as she stroked her thumb gently over his forehead and temples.

Usually she wouldn't have touched quite so much, tried instead to keep it professional. But she'd got a little closer than patient and nurse with him before he'd gone and got sick.

"Rest okay? I'll take care of things here until you wake up and you can go right back to overdoing it," she said softly but he was already asleep.

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