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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 20:53:51 GMT -5
"Rest would certainly be beneficial," Aether stated, Andromeda nodding alongside her. "Hope you have a peaceful one."
Swift smiled at him. She was looking pretty worn out herself, and that was saying something for the hanyo. "Tomorrow's another day, Ev. And however long it takes, you are gonna owe me so many kisses when this is over."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 21:10:36 GMT -5
"Heh. You can count on it," Evan chuckled as he poured himself a couple more Advil, figuring he might need them if he woke up in the middle of the night. "Good night, guys."
"Night, Evan!" Jen called as her brother disappeared down the hall.
And having once again secluded himself to his room, Evan climbed back into bed, more than ready to sleep off the pain. He was certainly looking forward to an improvement come tomorrow, maybe not in the morning, but definitely soon. Not to mention a moment of liberation as his dream self.
As he settled in, he couldn't help but ponder... Maybe this cold was so aggressive and plagued with so many weird symptoms because it wasn't the common cold. He wasn't on Earth, after all. It only made sense that variations of certain diseases could've been been carried over from other worlds.
Then again, if that was the case, who was to say this even was a cold?
............
Well, whatever was going on, Evan was too out of it to think too deeply about it. He was tired, dreary, and still reeling from the encounter with the spider. Besides, if this really was something worse than a run-of-the-mill cold, he was pretty sure it would've been obvious by now.
With a long, crackly yawn, Evan rolled onto his side and settled into bed...
"Ahhhhh...!"
...only for the pain in his hip to force him back onto his back. Well, great. Looked like he was sleeping on his back tonight. He could only imagine how bad his snoring would sound.
After shoving Swift's pillow underneath his to elevate his head, Evan closed his eyes and finally allowed himself to relax. Despite not being in his preferred position, sleep still came easy for him.
Not even the intense pain woke him up.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 21:23:21 GMT -5
Morning came all too soon. Day 2 of Evan's sick week.
Swift was once again curled up on the pullout, slowly coming to. When she awoke, she discovered, in typical fashion, that Jen, Darien, Andromeda and Aether were already awake and in the kitchen.
Once her eyes adjusted, Swift sat up, stretched and yawned. She was feeling alright, all things considered, including the fact that she had woken up several times last night to the sound of Evan snoring down the hall. Regardless, she really couldn't complain.
She perked an ear. She couldn't hear him snoring now. Either Evan was awake or had finally settled into a comfortable position. Either way, she decided to wait a moment before checking on him.
Promptly, Swift jumped out of bed and wandered into the kitchen. "Heya. How's everyone today?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 21:28:30 GMT -5
"I'm doing alright," Jen sighed behind a tired grin and a spoonful of oatmeal.
"Tough sleeping with a noisy neighbor," Darien mumbled. "Then again, I suppose I'm not one to talk."
Jen shrugged. "Thinking of just hanging out here today. Share the workload of looking after Evan. Besides... we could kinda use a break, huh?"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 21:34:21 GMT -5
"No argument there," Aether responded. Andromeda nodded in agreement, awkwardly shuffling her legs all the while.
"Yeah, that... sounds good..." Swift sighed as she started absent-mindedly rooting around the kitchen for an appropriate breakfast. "I guess he'd appreciate the support."
She pulled the milk jug out of the fridge and set it down on the counter, pausing briefly before asking, "I hate to make a big deal out of it... especially after projecting all that optimism last night, but do you think we should maybe schedule him a doctor's appointment?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 21:41:42 GMT -5
Jen chuckled softly. "Swift, there's no shame in wanting to take a little extra precaution. I've been thinking the same thing myself."
She took a bite of oatmeal, then continued, "I'm believing this will pass on its own too, but if he doesn't improve soon enough, we can take him to the hospital. I'm sure he'll understand. Some professional medical attention never hurt-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 21:46:55 GMT -5
"!!!"
Swift jumped, eyes wide, teeth gritted, ears erect. She whipped around, instantly going into panic mode. "EVAN!!!"
She dashed down the hallway in three bounds, skidding to a halt in front of her and Evan's bedroom and throwing the door open with all her might. "EVAN, WHAT'S WR- GAHHH!!!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 21:55:50 GMT -5
Swift found Evan sitting up in bed in a cold sweat, completely rigid, breathing in short, choppy shudders, staring down in complete and utter horror at his arms.
All six of them.
"S-Swift...??" He looked up at her, then back down at himself. He moved his original set of arms aside, whimpering shrilly as he experimentally flexed the fingers of his new appendages. "Swift, what is this??"
He looked up again. With his face in full view, it was clear that Evan's facial hair had once again grown out over night, thicker than ever, and the spots around his eyes had swollen into six painful-looking welts. "What-?! How did-?! WHY-?!"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 22:06:14 GMT -5
"Evan..." Swift squeaked, slowly and stiffly approaching the bed, eyes scanning every oddity on Evan's person.
Well, one thing was for sure now. Definitely not a cold.
"Just... relax..." In all fairness, Swift was saying that to herself more so than to Evan. She knew he wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. Not like this. "I'm sure there's a... perfectly... logical explanation for this. W-Whatever this is."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 22:15:42 GMT -5
"IS THERE?!" Evan snapped. Not without reason, granted, but it was clear that he was already too far over the edge for consolation. "THIS IS NOT LOGICAL, SWIFT! THIS IS...! I'M...! AUGH!!!"
He covered his face with his upper hands, throwing his four new arms down in frustration. "SPIDERS! WHY SPIDERS?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FREAKING SPIDERS?!!!"
"Evan?!" Jen appeared in the doorway right about then, instantly doing a double-take when she saw her brother. "Oh my God!!!"
Evan looked up at her through his fingers, pulling his hands away to reveal that he had calmed down slightly, only to have descended into tears. "...What is happening to me?"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 22:22:02 GMT -5
"W-We're gonna figure that out!" Swift nervously insisted, lowering herself to Evan's eye level. "We can get you to a doctor, see if they can identify this disease... I-I mean, who knows? Maybe this isn't like a... spider sort of thing! There's gotta be a... good reason why..."
The longer she talked, the more her ears drooped. She really did believe there could've been another reason for this transformation, one without a spider theme. But she couldn't deny that this really did fit that criteria. The eight limbs, the hair... looking at Evan's face, she could only imagine what those bumps around his eyes were...
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 8, 2017 22:33:07 GMT -5
Evan could only stare back at her sadly, too scared to speak anymore. He folded his arms against his chest, looking down and wincing when he saw that his extra arms had followed suit.
Jen entered the room kneeling by the opposite side of the bed, gazing at Evan in concern. And in borderline mortification. "How do we know?? I-I mean, I'm sure the doctors here have encountered worse illnesses than anything on Earth, but what do we do if they can't figure this out? What do we do if they can't fix it?!"
"Please don't say that, Jen..."
"I'm sorry, Evan. It's just... I-I don't know how to approach this!"
At this point, Darien, having taken a peek into the room for himself, was standing guard at the door, keeping the others at bay so as not to crowd Evan. He was fairly certain that none of them would've had any idea what to do at that point.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 22:45:48 GMT -5
"Well, what else are we supposed to do?!" Swift angrily demanded, responding to uncertainty the only way she knew how. "I just- I don't know either, Jen! I... I hate the idea of subjecting you to experimentation, Evan, I really do! I also hate wording it like that, but I don't see how else we can go about this! We need someone with medical knowledge! Someone who can isolate this disease, find out what exactly it's doing to you and how, and find a way to counteract it! I don't know what kind of service we could get out of a public hospital, but if there was someone who could do that somewhere outside that realm of uncertainty, I would-!"
She stopped. She snapped her fingers.
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-pinkmoonWolf [PW] started pestering gatzGattling [GG]-
PW: ERIN!!!
PW: YOU KNOW HOW TO CONTACT DR. ALPHYS, RIGHT?!
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Post by gantzgun74 on May 8, 2017 23:01:07 GMT -5
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In the home of the two Thieves of Void, it is apparent quickly, even as the phone lets out a loud DING from it's Pesterchum prompt, that the phone's noises were doing little to prompt awake the young lady currently asleep in her bed.
Her Big bro could get a job and support them if he wanted to, that was his business. But her? Today was one of Erin's free-days, and there was no way she was gonna be woken up during a free-day. This was evidenced by her grumbling under her breath and pulling the pillow over her head to muffle out the noise.
....
Before Swift could get too panicked at the lack of response, we quickly learn that the sounds had roused SOMEONE in the house.
Ghostly and spritely Lizzie phased through the wall and looked at the phone with an expression of contempt and displeasure. Like Erin, she had slated today as being a free-day. UNLIKE Erin however, she was a light sleeper. The ghostly girl turned to the female thief.... Then she floated over to the bed...
... AND WITH AN EFFORTLESS YANK, flips the bed over, flopping Erin, with a yelp, HARD on the floor. "ACK!!!"
"PHONE DUMMY." Lizzie stated quickly and curtly as Erin rubbed her forehead, slowly coming too while crawling out from being buried under covers and mattress alike. She still looked half asleep, her spaghetti strap night shirt having one of it's straps drooping down her shoulder, hair a mess and drooling sleepily. "IT'S BEEN GOING OFF FOR THE PAST 20 MINUTES."
......
The Kunoichi of Void grumbled and walked over to the phone...
They REALLY just needed to give Lizzie a second prototype at some point. If they did that, she would've been able to answer the phone without fear of fusing with it.
"Bllleeeeeeeegh.... Who could be calling at this hour-?"
She notes that it's a Pesterchum update, and grumbles as she opens it up, using her thumb print to unlock her phone....
......................
She is significantly more awake a second later, looking at the phone curiously.
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-pinkmoonWolf [PW] started pestering gatzGattling [GG]-
PW: ERIN!!!
PW: YOU KNOW HOW TO CONTACT DR. ALPHYS, RIGHT?!
GG: Eh-? Whazzat?
GG: Ooooogh... Sorry, you caught me during one of my 'me' days. What's up Fluffy Ears why ya shoutin' like that-?
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Okay maybe not SIGNIFICANTLY more awake, but definitely awake enough to be curious.
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on May 8, 2017 23:15:53 GMT -5
UGH... Took her long enough.
Swift looked up from her phone to shoot Evan a nervous but hopeful look, then she went right back to typing.
PW: Erin, please! I need to talk to Alphys!
PW: I don't know who else could help us!
PW: Whatever Evan is sick with, it is definitely NOT a cold!!!
PW: Unless there's some variety of cold out there that makes people grow extra appendages!
PW: Wait, sumimasen? Fluffy Ears?
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