James Carstairs (steadyflame) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-12-31 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, james "jem" carstairs, william herondale |
Who: Jem Carstairs and Will Herondale
When: New Year’s Eve!
Where: Apartment #808
What: Jem’s feeling ill and Will has some explaining to do. New Year feels!
Rating: Low
It was by no means unusual for William Herondale to come and go at all hours of the day and night. Jem had long since grown accustomed to his parabatai’s restless nature and distaste for being cooped up inside. Usually Will would simply saunter out with a quick word about where he was headed (if Jem was around or awake to hear it) only to return several hours later with an exaggerated story to tell. What was in fact more surprising than the initial discovery of Will’s absence from the apartment on Monday morning was the note that he had left behind. The sight of the folded up piece of paper resting on the kitchen counter had immediately filled Jem with a sense of foreboding. He scanned it quickly only to find himself utterly confused by the first sentence. Jem’s immediate instinct had been of course to try and track Will down. He realized quickly enough however that in this utterly unfamiliar city he had no idea where to begin. Matters were also further complicated by weather outside. Though it wasn’t snowing yet, winter was not usually kind to Jem. The cold air always made the pain in his joints and bones worse and made his lungs burn. As much as he loathed to admit it, he wasn’t likely to get very far on his own, especially not when he’d already woken up feeling feverish and ill that morning. Bitterly, Jem resigned himself to wait. He would know if Will found himself in true danger, the bond they shared would alert him to such. He was concerned certainly, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t believe Will could handle himself. Rather, he was more afraid of what consequences his friend might face had he attempted to inflict physical harm upon their assigned instructor, Downworlder or otherwise. To make matters worse, Jem had not discovered Will’s scrawled note right away. It was already late in the afternoon and there was no way for him to tell how much time had already passed since his parabatai’s departure. He wondered then if perhaps he should attempt to contact Silas directly... Tossing the note back down, Jem rushed back to his bedroom to grab his device. Before he could make it to his nightstand however he was suddenly wracked with a violent coughing fit that inevitably sent him crumpling to his knees. The coughing did not subside for several minutes and left him gasping for breath, his hands and the white carpet before him splattered with blood. His head was swimming and his lungs were burning when he finally managed to climb back to his feet and stagger towards the bathroom, clutching at his chest. He just needed to get some water so that he could take the yin fen...The pain was increasing with every step however and it wasn’t long at all before the movement set him off coughing again so that he couldn’t stop. He had just made it to the doorway when his vision started to go black at the edges and his knees gave out again... Jem was not sure how long he’d been out for when Will found him. He only vaguely recalled through a feverish haze his parabatai shaking him awake, asking him questions, attempting to coax him up to his feet again. He somehow doubted that the notion had been very successful however because though he could not remember how he'd gotten there when he awoke next he was lying in his bed. “...Will?” he mumbled quietly, his eyelids feeling heavy as he clawed his way back to awareness, hand instinctively reaching out as if to confirm his friend’s presence. |