Mavis Dracula (mavey_wavey) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-15 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, match, mavis dracula |
WHO: Match, Mavis
WHAT: More green kryptonite
WHEN: 9/9
WHERE: Match's new house
WARNINGS: life-threatening illness
Mavis was excited to see Match’s new place. The Ranch was great, and all, but it was even busier and housed more people than Alex’ and Lorna’s place. While she didn’t mind Match crashing with her when he needed a break from people, she knew it was nice to have some alone time now and then. Hopefully, the new place would provide him with that.
And hopefully, he wouldn’t be too sick and miserable to enjoy it.
Match smiled as he settled back, hoping Mavis was happy and okay right now. He had started getting sick lately and frankly, it worried him some. He had never been sick like this before, not even in the dreams. And now he was feeling bad and resting.
When he heard Mavis arrive, he smiled anyway. She was always welcome, and he had made sure to make her a key the first day.
Mavis let herself in, and tiptoed to Match’s doorway, peering in to see if he was awake. She would have liked nothing better than to curl up next to him and snuggle ‘til the crud went away. In fact, she might very well do just that.
“Hello, Mavis…” He was strong enough to wave a hand at her, but even that made him feel weak. “H-how are you doing?”
Love and admiration was in those eyes.
“I’m okay,” she said, crossing the room to clasp his hand and sit down next to him. If anything happened to her, she was pretty sure she’d come back as a regular vampire, so she wasn’t afraid of germs. What were germs compared to living with Alex, who could explode in a giant ball of thermonuclear doom? “How are you?”
Match squeezed her hand weakly and subsided, watching her, then closing his eyes., He felt hot and cold all at once and his head was pounding. The greenish tint to his skin was more pronounced close up. “Feeling rather yucky. Weak, tired. But glad you’re here. I’ve been missing my favorite beauty.”
Mavis curled up next to him, and she could feel how hot he was--not in the fun way. He looked awful, all sweaty, and kryptonite green. The thought of kryptonite reminded her that Match’s powers really were a match to Superman’s, and she felt a sudden urge to comb his room for glowing, green rocks. “Did you start getting sick after the meteor shower?”
Match nodded, and shuddered, one hand finding hers. “Y-yes. Right during, really. Well, actually, a few days ago, when i stopped the big meteorite.” He shuddered again. “But it got bad after the shower.”
Match felt weak, and tired, and aching, like the worst pain he had ever felt.
“You wouldn’t happen to know what that meteorite was made of, would you?” she asked, lacing her fingers with his, and curling up a little closer to him as if she might somehow be able to absorb the excess heat from his fevered body. “Cause you look kinda green.”
“Oh no…” He coughed and shivered. “That was… no. I wondered why… why it took so much out of me.” He shivered and kissed her, eyes bright. “Needed a rescue myself after stopping it.” He shook his head. He was an idiot.
“I ache all over.”
Mavis sighed, and kissed her foolish hero, then rolled out of bed with a determined expression. “Did you keep any chunks of meteor rock for souvenirs?” she asked, “Or maybe something got tracked in on your shoes and clothes. Because you have to be in close proximity for kryptonite to make you sick, right? And if I find it and get rid of it, you should get better?”
She just hoped that would actually hold true.
“Not that I know if… but maybe? supposedly, yeah.” he sighed and tried to focus. “Uhm, the clothing is in the laundry area. And yeah, should go away if it is Kryptonite making this happen, and it is taken away from me.” That was what he had learned in the dreams.
Mavis blew him a kiss before heading to the laundry room to turn down cuffs and empty pockets. "Can I get you anything while I'm out here?"
“MMm, more water?” He watched her go, then slumped back, feeling, if anything, weaker. “Meh, stupid sickness.” He’d rather be holding her against a wall, naked, than laying half unable to move.
She sorted through everything, moving quickly and methodically through each area of the house, but found nothing. She made a note to check around outside when she left, but for the moment, she decided she would take a break, slowing her super-speediness to bring Match the water he’d asked for. “I don’t understand. If it’s not kryptonite that’s making you sick and taking your powers away, then what is it? And if it is, how come it’s still affecting you when there’s nothing in the house?”
“I don’t know. Magic maybe? And---” He broke off into a coughing fit, the coughs getting worse until he was shaking, then subsiding slowly, and leaving him weak and laying back against the cover, and staring at the hand he had coughed into in horror. It had some blood in it, and a tiny dusting of green.
“Oh hell.”
Mavis stared at the blood in horror, her vision shrinking down to a small tunnel. For once, she wasn’t lusting after a taste of its power, but fixated on the flecks of green that mingled with the red--as if somehow, Match had breathed kryptonite dust into his lungs. “We should get you to the hospital,” she said, “Maybe they can help.”
Match nodded slowly. “I think you’re right. Call an ambulance? I don’t…” He coughed again, wracked by it, then nodded. “...can’t fly…”
Mavis nodded, punching three buttons on her phone. She could still fly, and she could probably carry Match by the scruff if she had to, but what if she suddenly lost her powers, too? That would be bad. Very bad. So 911 it was.
“Thank you, Mavis. You’re the best person I know. I love you.” He slumped in the bed, breathing fast and ragged, eyes fever bright, as he nodded.
She was what sustained him.
Mavis called for the ambulance, and zipped to the bathroom to bring a cool cloth for Match’s face while they waited. After that, she’d stay by his side until they reached the hospital.
Match was lucky, he knew, to have her here. Not just because of this. But because this woman he loved was the best one he knew. And she chose him. With that knowledge, he passed out, and dreamed.