You may have mused in the past, 'Am I mortal?'

[dandiacaldevil]

Characters: Dorian, open
Rating: PG-13-R due to blood and sickness and possibly language
Time Period: Modern
Location: Dorian's room
Relative Date: Current
Status: Open to anyone who heard his transmission begging for help

Dorian was laying on his side on the Oriental carpet, his face dead-white except for the pink flecks on his lips. His spidery

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[redfive_wizard]

Dairine went out of the goodness of her heart. Pretty much. She'd had one conversation with the guy via the phones, and she hadn't been too impressed. Still, she'd taken an oath, after all, and maybe he'd been having a bad day, what with the whole not knowing how to cook any food. That could screw up a person's blood sugar levels, after a while

[isaack_brierp]

The air shifted to become almost colder as the door slid open again, and the second replier to Dorian's message entered.

The tall black-haired Romanian was as clean as ever, freshly shaven and carrying a small pouch of the medical equipment he could find. He had beel electronically tagged after he had been let out of the cage, and he looked a lot healthier now that Jack was feeding him once a day.

"We meet again, little witch." The tall man smirked, but there were no fangs in his mouth as it has been in that time in the library. "No need to go all magic on me, I am here to help as a Doctor."

He too knelt by Dorian, using a flash light he had picked up and flashed Dorians eyes to check his reaction to light.
"Mister, can you hear me?" He called. "We need to clear his airways and lay him in a stabilizing position." he bent over, pressing his ears to Dorians chest. "They are clogged with something." He carefully turned Dorian over. "Find some boiling hot water and some peppermint or eucalyptus from the kitchen. It might help him

[dandiacaldevil]

Dorian was very distantly aware of the other two people in the room. One was a person younger than himself, a girl. He was dimly aware that she was touching his forehead, talking to someone called 'Spot'. He felt someone else enter the room. Someone with heavy feet, the weight of his footsteps on the floor made Dorian's head hurt.

The other was older and male. A man with surprisingly cool skin. Oh, it felt so good. Merciful cold.

He groaned when someone opened his eyes abruptly and flashed a light in them. He sucked in an agonized breath, which was expelled in a wet cough, pinkish foam bubbling up on his lips.

"I...hear you..." He choked out. His head swam when Issack moved him and felt he might throw up, trapped in the agonizing clutches of his fever.

[redfive_wizard]

Dairine flicked her eyes at Isaack, but accepted his words, at least for now. She was, however, going to say something about him ordering her around, even if it made sense when her phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket, looked at the message, and put it back.

"They've got a place where they're taking the sick people," she said. "By the lab. Do you think we can move him?"

She didn't like to ask a thing like that, and she figured she could do a snazzy levitation spell that wouldn't make Dorian any worse, but as long as Isaack claimed to be a doctor, she might as well check.