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tampered2007-11-30 10:48 am
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Log; Ongoing
When; Early evening of the 30th (Friday)
Rating; PG-13 perhaps?
Characters; Hotohori![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
koutei_heika and Takani Megumi foxy_physician
Summary; Don't drink the water, T-virus ahoy. Megumi helps?
Log;
There were a lot of things he had never seen before in this strange city. Things that seemingly worked like magic, such as the wood-less fire.A fire of a different sort kept his mind occupied these days. For the moment he was safe at least…from the fire outside.
Sometime during the night Hotohori had gone from unbearably hot to freezing, and now he had no doubt that Megumi’s suggestion of fever was true. The thought frightened him, as did the visions of Miaka, floating in and out of his sight…he was now sure that she wasn’t here at all, but only in his mind.
It was just as the sun had set that he found himself huddled under a blanket on the bed, the wet cloth the lady doctor had suggested long forgotten. He mumbled frantic prayers to the beast god Suzaku to take him from this place, back home where palace doctors and servants would tend to him – or more recently, even Mitsukake, with his gift of healing.
But his prayers seemed liked they would be unanswered.
Rating; PG-13 perhaps?
Characters; Hotohori
koutei_heika and Takani Megumi foxy_physicianSummary; Don't drink the water, T-virus ahoy. Megumi helps?
Log;
There were a lot of things he had never seen before in this strange city. Things that seemingly worked like magic, such as the wood-less fire.A fire of a different sort kept his mind occupied these days. For the moment he was safe at least…from the fire outside.
Sometime during the night Hotohori had gone from unbearably hot to freezing, and now he had no doubt that Megumi’s suggestion of fever was true. The thought frightened him, as did the visions of Miaka, floating in and out of his sight…he was now sure that she wasn’t here at all, but only in his mind.
It was just as the sun had set that he found himself huddled under a blanket on the bed, the wet cloth the lady doctor had suggested long forgotten. He mumbled frantic prayers to the beast god Suzaku to take him from this place, back home where palace doctors and servants would tend to him – or more recently, even Mitsukake, with his gift of healing.
But his prayers seemed liked they would be unanswered.