log; closed; and everything changes
When; Friday afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; tainted_loyalty, deathofdelilah, allinhishands
Summary; Riff gets sick. Alexis and co. decide to... help him.
Log;
Despite Sakura's healing, and despite the fact that his body was no longer wounded and physically should have been fine, Riff had found himself in the last few weeks only getting weaker. It was a slow, tiring process, aching limbs one day and coughing up blood the next, trying to take care of himself and visiting the pharmacy and the healer and most importantly trying not to worry Cain.
Before Alexis's arrival, he might have considered going to that Doctor Disraeli again; the man had helped him before, he had to grudgingly admit, and for whatever reason that had been, he might just help him again. But with Alexis in the City and Jezebel once more surely under his control, that option had become even more risky than it inherently was. He could not trust them.
And so he was left with trips to healers who didn't know what was wrong with him and medicines that only stalled symptoms without treating anything. It wasn't pneumonia. It wasn't any disease anyone seemed to be able to recognize. It frightened him-- but Cain needn't know that, Cain needn't worry. He would patch himself up and keep going; it was simply what one did in such situations.
Leaving the pharmacy with a fresh bag of cough medicines and fever reducers--at least drugs in the City were impressively advanced--Riff turned onto the street to head back to the Opera House.
Rating; PG
Characters; tainted_loyalty, deathofdelilah, allinhishands
Summary; Riff gets sick. Alexis and co. decide to... help him.
Log;
Despite Sakura's healing, and despite the fact that his body was no longer wounded and physically should have been fine, Riff had found himself in the last few weeks only getting weaker. It was a slow, tiring process, aching limbs one day and coughing up blood the next, trying to take care of himself and visiting the pharmacy and the healer and most importantly trying not to worry Cain.
Before Alexis's arrival, he might have considered going to that Doctor Disraeli again; the man had helped him before, he had to grudgingly admit, and for whatever reason that had been, he might just help him again. But with Alexis in the City and Jezebel once more surely under his control, that option had become even more risky than it inherently was. He could not trust them.
And so he was left with trips to healers who didn't know what was wrong with him and medicines that only stalled symptoms without treating anything. It wasn't pneumonia. It wasn't any disease anyone seemed to be able to recognize. It frightened him-- but Cain needn't know that, Cain needn't worry. He would patch himself up and keep going; it was simply what one did in such situations.
Leaving the pharmacy with a fresh bag of cough medicines and fever reducers--at least drugs in the City were impressively advanced--Riff turned onto the street to head back to the Opera House.