Narrative: When it catches up to you
Who: Pavel (Open for Reaction, he had a big audience) When: Thursday 11/15-Sunday 11/19 Where: Self Defense Class/Infirmary What: Fae Magic is a Bitch
He'd been feeling kind of... off for a few days. No, a few weeks. Whenever he was with Valentin he'd always felt a little better, but that week it seemed that maybe he was catching a cold or something. He'd never really gotten sick, sick before (probably part of that Fae magic or something), so he wasn't entirely sure. It had been two days since he'd been with the vampire thanks to homework and his early morning detention. As he got changed for Self-Defense class he felt a sluggish in the locker room, but sucked it up and joined the class. And then things got expediently worse.
Mr. Hartley paired them all up to do some sort of thing that Pavel realized he'd not even been listening to. It wasn't like he was actively ignoring the teacher, but he realized that the words just didn't seem to register with him as his head was pounding. As he he sort of stood there someone came up and took his arm. He heard the word 'partner' but everything else faded into the pain. He rubbed his temple as he followed the person who'd pulled his arm, not entirely aware of who it was. You okay? The question seemed to float in the air as he looked up. His vision was a little blurry and he couldn't seem to focus as it felt like his heart was pounding inside his head. "Shcho?[What?]" He asked, not realizing he wasn't speaking English. Okay? Look like... bad... sit down... your nose... Pavel?
Pavel reached up to his nose and pulled his hand away, there was blood. His face contorted in confusion as the world started to blacken around the edges. "Meni potribno sisty. [I need to sit down.]" Pavel reached behind him as if expecting to find a chair and felt his knees buckle and then everything went black.
For a moment he felt as if he were dreaming, or flying. He felt very light and wanted to look around. Everything felt very tingly as he felt pressure on his arms and shoulders. He heard voices, but they sounded so far away. They sounded angry, or concerned. One was definitely louder than the rest but he couldn't make out the words. Pavel tried to open his mouth to say something but only air escaped and his eyes wouldn't stay open longer than a flash. He was very tired and very confused. Somehow he was upright but he wasn't standing and somehow he was moving, floating, but he wasn't walking. Then everything was black again.
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"You're back with us." Pavel heard as his eyes opened to, what seemed like, a very bright light. After a moment his eyes adjusted and realized it was just the window open. The Fae was laying down in a bed which, took a while, he realized was in the Infirmary. The nurse was over him, checking his pulse.
"Shcho... er, what happened?" Pavel asked, very disoriented. It was explained to him that he blacked out in class and was taken to the Infirmary. That he'd been in and out of consciousness for three days. That when he'd been brought in it appeared that some of his internal organs had started to shut down- thank god for centaur magic.
Pavel was then given something to eat and drink and as he had his meal he was heavily questioned. Had he done any drugs, been drinking, messed with any strange magics or potions, touched anything that glowed, been to any place in the castle he didn't recognize, etc. He answered all to the best of his abilities, being careful not to rat on Alicia's store or the drinks that had been at Halloween. He just tiredly said he didn't recall where he'd gotten things. Which wasn't completely untrue as everything was still a little groggy. Once the questions stopped he was left alone for a while.
It was a few hours before Pavel was allowed to walk around and eventually released from the Infirmary back to his room. He was told to take it easy and that he was to check in for a check up every morning.
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So, no one knew how or why he got sick, but he was better now? He felt better, physically at least. It was an understatement to say he was worried, but Mr. Pheres seemed to be confident they'd get to the bottom of it- or maybe he just heard confidence because he needed to. He felt in a fog, not a sick fog, but a fog of fear as he arrived at his room. First, he poisoned Kat and now... was this penance? He'd not been to church in years but it sure felt like he was being punished.