Who: Alex and Lorna Where: Their house What: Lorna is sick When: This morning Warnings/Rating: PG Status complete
Alex slowly woke up, stretching, rising from bed and padding into the kitchen, where he started coffee, eggs, and waffles. He hummed softly, blearily feeding the dogs, and thinking it was way too bright day outside.
His dreams the night before had been odd, disjointed, and he wasn’t even sure what they had been about yet, as he was still in that little time when the brain hasn’t woken up.
Lorna groaned softly when Alex got out of bed. The shifting woke her up. She felt dizzy, and there was some kind of buzzing going on around her head. She buried her face in the pillow, groaning again.
She didn’t get long to mope. A wave of severe nausea washed over her, and she jumped out of bed, only to lose her balance and hit her head on the nightstand.
Hearing the groan, Alex made sure the food would be okay and headed in, just in time to see her hit her head. “Lorna!” He moved to her and lifted her, shifting her so she would be more comfortable. “Are you okay?”
She clung to Alex, resting her head on his chest. “I can’t get my balance, and I’m afraid I’m going to throw up.” She kept her eyes closed tight.
He gently lifted her and moved with her to the bathroom, kneeling with her near the toilet, thankfully cleaned last night. “Anything I can do, Lorna?”
He hugged her close.
She shook her head, which was a huge mistake. It was extremely embarrassing for her to vomit in front of Alex. She wasn’t even really comfortable blowing her nose in front of him, and this was a lot worse.
Alex held back her hair and gently rubbed her back as she vomited. It was never fun, but they were together now and he wouldn’t let her down. “Okay, if this keeps up, we have to get you to a doctor.” He hated to see her sick.
She closed her eyes, leaning back against the cabinet that held the sink. “Yeah, it’s really bad.”
Alex nodded. “Okay. For now, just rest.” He grabbed a towel and wetted it, then gently wiped her mouth.
“Okay.” She pressed her hand against her head. “Last night I had a dream. I had some kind of. . . brain chip instead of my powers, because I lost them. Nanites, I think.”
Alex squinted, thinking. “Something about that sounds familiar. I think...” then it hit him,.
“Yes! I dreamed that, earlier in the week! You were infected with Nanites by Apocalypse, and made into a Horseman called Pestilence and your powers had been... had been taken from you.” He swallowed. “There was a devastation called M Day. And you lost your mutant abilities, completely.” He shuddered. “Shortly after, Apocalypse injected you with those nanites and the chip and it gave you artificial versions of your powers, and also plague abilities... which must be what is affecting you now.”
He facepalmed.
“Oh heck.”
“That does explain it.” Lorna sighed. “My powers must be fighting the nanites, and the nanites are fighting back.” She rubbed her temples. “My brain really hurts.”
Alex nodded. “We better reach out to the network and see if we can find someone who might be able to help.” He sighed. “Crazy days.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I guess we should. Can you type for me? I don’t know if I can read right now.”
Alex nodded, eager to help somehow. “Of course. Just let me know what you want it to say and I’ll toss up a post. Should I filter it to medical personnel?”
“Yeah, surgeons I guess.” She shuddered. “Isn’t Dr. McCoy on the network? He reattached Spock’s brain, he could totally do this.”
“Yeah! He is on the net. and a nice guy, too.” He nodded and smiled as he took notes in his head. “Okay. What should we say?”
“Uh, just ask him if he can accept a new patient right now, and mention that my powers might make things interesting.”
“I can do that.” He gently stroked her face. “Want me to leave you here for now, or bring you out to the couch with a pail?” He smiled softly. “My poor love.”
“I’ll stay here for now. I don’t want to be jostled too much.” She stroked his hand, leaning into the touch softly. “I feel so dizzy. It’s really disorienting.”
“I’m sorry love. I’ll go get your laptop and be right back.” He kissed her forehead, then rose and made his way out, collecting their phones and her laptop, then coming back. He settled against the door and nodded.
“Okay. I’ll boot her up and see if we can get this posted and some help for you.” FIN.