Log; Ongoing

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When; Early evening of the 30th (Friday)
Rating; PG-13 perhaps?
Characters; Hotohori koutei_heika and Takani Megumi foxy_physician
Summary; Don't drink the water, T-virus ahoy. Megumi helps?
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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.

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Finally he let go, strength fading once again, his arm flopping down onto the bed. He closed his eyes, a small smile still on his lips. That’s not…

“…You…You’re not Miaka…”

It was frustrating, not to be able to make sense of the world around you. And rage that seemed foreign and unnatural was creeping through his limbs. He wanted to shout, to stand up, to lash out at her…

But this is Megumi…I know Megumi…I have no reason to hurt her…

…yet something inside him was tugging at his consciousness, he was angry…so angry that Miaka was taken from him yet again.

With strength not befitting a man as ill as he, he sat up and flailed wildly at her face, the face that was not Miaka’s…the wrong face…the evil face that took her away. Blood was on his hands now, but he did not stop. He stood, a bit unsteadily from the fever that was still burning in him and tried to push her to the ground – he missed, landing on the hard floor instead with a thump.

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Megumi let out a cry both of shock and of pain as Hotohori slashed at her with an open hand, wielding enough strength to cut through her flesh. She felt stinging pinpricks and a burning heat as his nails bit into her skin—some catching her along her cheek, most along the line of her jaw. It was enough to draw some blood, and she watched with horror as her patient’s fingers came covered with a faint sheen of crimson.

A particularly strong blow had her staggering backwards, skin and bone aching with the impact, and she watched with a sharp feeling of helplessness as he rose to his feet like a madman. He advanced towards her, but she shied back, and he collapsed, landing upon the floor with a dull sound.

Clearing her head, she knew that there was nothing she could do here anymore—he was overrun by the virus, and she needed help. He needed help. He needed that medicine, whatever it was that the hospital had to combat such a disease.

Ignoring her spinning mind, she bolted for the door, having enough presence of mind to find a kitchen chair. Dragging it out behind her, she lodged it against the doorknob, hoping that it would stall him for at least a few moments.

I need help . . . I can’t handle this on my own; I need someone to give him the medicine forcefully—I don’t have the strength . . . Please let me find help . . .

Only vaguely realizing that she was developing a pounding, pulsing headache, she ran from the temple, her lungs burning as she stumbled towards the hospital.

It was only when she fell to her knees and her world ran red that she realized that she was sick.