hadriel_logs | Event Log: Flu Season

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Event Log: Flu Season

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

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"No. Not at all." He doesn't need to hesitate or think about it before answering. "The fact it matters to you enough to ask proves you mean well. And you've never been mean."

"Okay. You can tell me I'm being an asshole whenever you want." Ignoring all possible safety measures, she kisses him on the cheek. "You should probably try to sleep."

Sleep? He's not great at napping. Read: he never naps, it's too hard to relax enough for it and when he does sleep it's lightly in the first place. During the day there's just more going on that could startle him awake after too short a time, which makes him feel worse. But sick people need rest, he acknowledges. He should get as much as he can now, before being too stuffed up to breathe properly starts keeping him awake.

"Hm... I'll try."

"Yeah, I know, you suck at sleeping, but you're going to feel way shittier if you don't." Maybe he'll get a break this time, though. Maybe being sick will knock him out.

"You're right, so this is me trying. Shh." He closes his eyes obediently, and Kyna will feel him do that trick where he tenses hard and slowly relaxes by force. It'll take awhile for him to actually drift off, but perhaps owing to being sick, it actually does happen today. He doesn't expect her to be there when he wakes up -- watching someone sleep is exceedingly boring.

She does stay. In fact, she sticks around the house for the next couple of days, trying to take care of Wash and keeping him company. It's no surprise when she starts feeling crappy. She's not sick yet, but she can feel it coming on, not that she says anything to him, because she's too worried to. His fever is getting worse, and she's starting to worry that this might turn into something serious.

"How are you feeling?"

Wash is fairly certain he's never been this sick before. Logically, it's just a flu -- his head is foggy and stuffed, he's been expelling all sorts of nasty gunk from his lungs and sinuses, and he's nauseous enough it's hard to keep anything down -- a bad flu, but nothing too crazy. Except for the fever, which has been steadily climbing. Aren't these things supposed to break? They don't have a thermometer but he feels awful, sweating constantly and shivering even as he feels like he's being burned alive from the inside. The cool cloths Kyna presses to his forehead provide only a brief relief and when she touches him she has a worried look in her eye and always tries to make him drink more immediately.

Worse, she's starting to look a little pale herself. He's certain she's caught it by now and is just hiding the fact that she's sick too because he's such a mess. Because he needs to be babysat right now. In fact, he's certain she's hiding lots of things from him. Everyone is. They must think he's weak, and obviously some people will take advantage of that but others will just hate him for it. There are so many things Kyna must hate him for and when he looks at her now that's all he can think about. His thoughts are currently spiraling in another direction but when she comes in now and asks him how he's feeling, that takes over again and his eyes are wary and afraid.

Should he lie? Or would that only make her resentment grow? "I'm fine," he says, before he can really think about it. He's too addled to process that he's taken the wrong tack.

That's the answer she was expecting, but she doesn't buy it. She frowns at him, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead. Just a fever, she tells herself, but she's not so sure. The way he's looking at her makes her worry. "Are you sure? You look kind of... I don't know. Freaked out."

"I'm fine," he repeats, but this time his voice is shaking. This is it, isn't it? She's frowning at him, she's angry, she's done with this bullshit. Maybe he's delirious again right now, but he's also so sure. He turns his head away, not wanting to see hate in her eyes.

That only ramps up her concern, and she tries to tilt his head back towards her. This doesn't seem like his usual stubbornness, or his desire to keep her from worrying, it seems like... Something else. Something she can't pinpoint. "Wash, come on. Please tell me."

Was he wrong? Is he just screwing up worse? No, she's just gearing up to rip off the bandage. That's all it is. And so he doesn't fight -- is too weak and tired to anyway -- letting her turn his head back. He just looks defeated, now. "Fine. Just do it already."

"What?" She looks utterly lost, searching his face for some sort of clue. Maybe he's delirious from the fever, but that didn't make any sense at all. "Do what already?"

What she's saying doesn't fit his narrative, but he's too paranoid to be logical about that. She could be trying to let him down easy. "It's okay, I know it's my fault."

"What's your fault?" Her hand is still cupping his cheek, and she trails her fingers along his jaw. "Wash, you're kind of freaking me out."

"You're done." He means for it to come out steely and certain, but just sounds tired.

"Okay, look." She shifts, hip bumping into him. "I don't know if the fever is fucking with you or not, but you're gonna have to spell this out for me. I don't know what you're talking about."

Confusion takes over his expression briefly -- is she fucking with him? Trying to make this hurt more? Fuck, she must be so angry to do that. "Just dump me and get it over with."

Of all the things she was expecting, that doesn't even come close. She just stares at him for a second, expression shifting from shocked to incredulous, at an utter loss for words. Where is this even coming from?

"What? Why the hell would I dump you?"

Is she really making him do this? Fine. Wash goes tense, closing his eyes so he doesn't have to look at her as he starts at the beginning. Every screw up, every way he's hurt her or gotten her hurt or just not been there. Every character flaw, all of which she already knows. He rehashes all the mistakes of the past six months and then just generally turns himself inside out with self loathing, before trailing off into another coughing fit that leaves him grabbing for the tissues on his nightstand. He's horrible, Kyna. And now he's sick and pathetic and whiny about it, so. He hacks up something disturbingly yellow and tosses the tissue away, grimacing. "Why are you still here?"

Kyna just listens, because she has no idea what else to do. She's so blindsided by this that she doesn't know how to cut him off or interject. He's hard on himself, sure, but this... Is this really how he feels about himself? "Jesus, Wash. None of that shit is true. You know why I'm still here."

This is dramatically worse than normal, but the paranoia is largely feeding into existing issues. Things he doesn't acknowledge on a daily basis or he wouldn't be able to function around anyone, let alone in a relationship.

Still, when she doesn't just agree and leave, he's confused again. And the fact is... he doesn't know. And is too far gone right now to come up with a single reason. He just shakes his head weakly before trying to roll away.

This isn't going well, and Kyna can't help but feel panicked. She can't even understand how this started in the first place. He tries to roll away, and she instinctively lays down beside him, wrapping her arms around his middle and burying her face in his back. She's already getting sick anyway, so it's not like there's a point in worrying about it now. Wash is her focus anyway, and her voice is quieter when she tries again, more gentle. "Wash, come on. I was going to give you that list, remember?"

What is even happening right now? What is she doing? This doesn't make any sense and he just tenses up even more when she presses against his back, wracking his fever-addled brain to even remember what she's talking about. A list, right. "You didn't," he tells her, vaguely aware that he didn't actually ask for it, but still. He never heard it. So either it doesn't exist or there's a reason she never gave it to him.

"I thought you wanted me to wait." That's partially true, but when it came down to it, making a list was surprisingly hard. It's so difficult for her to put the way she feels about him into words, but he needs her to, so she'll try. She squeezes him gently. "Can you at least look at me?"

See? Everything is his fault. That thread of fear and misery rises again, but for some reason Kyna is still here. So with great effort he shifts again, pushing himself up just enough to turn around, since he can't roll again with her right there. His arms shake and he winds up collapsing back to the mattress rather than settling properly, and both his eyes and cheeks are red and fever-bright. But he's looking at her.

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