(2016-01-21) Red Tsunami
Red Tsunami
Summary: The plague resurfaces to take new victims
Date: 1.21.2016
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Players:
elijah..pied-piper..quinton..

First Aid/Medical

This three bedroom apartment is nothing exciting. The inside is a decade or two more modern than the outside at least, but drab. Beige floors, off white walls leaves the place looking a bit institutional. At least the previous occupant tried to liven it up a a bit with modern furnishings.

The kitchen is divided from the living room by a breakfast bar and a window lets in light from outside. Three furnished bedrooms and bathroom lead off the living room.

Two bedrooms are used for patients, the third for the doctor on duty. The two patient rooms are furnished sparsely with three twin beds each and several candle heaters to keep the rooms warm in the cold of fall and winter as well as to provide needed light. A small nightstand sits next to each bed with an additional lantern for light.


It's early evening and there is more rain. Thankfully that is a recent development and didn't prevent any excursions earlier. Piper has been in an out a few times to check on Quinton, but hadn't really settled down into staying for longer than necessary. Between Kayla, Sophia and the children she was busy. Now she returns, looking tired but in good spirits and carrying a tray with a couple on mugs, the contents steaming in one hand and a few pillows under the other arm, "Quinton?" she softly calls, as she wanders into the infirmary and toward his room. The name is loud enough that he would hear it if he were awake but not so loud to wake him if he wasn't.

Quinton's up. Awake and up. he's managed to make it to the rocking shair in the bedroom before having to sit down. And he's even managed to slip a flannel on. Not quite normal, but getting there. He's still running a fever, but it's not as bad as before. There's a book in his hand, but he's not really reading it. The poet looks up as his name is called and will call back, "…" well, he was going to, but no words come.

"Oh….well." Piper says surprised that he isn't where she last saw him, "This is an im-prove-ment." she continues as she heads into the room to set the tray and pillows down. Well she isn't going to chastise him for wanting to get out of bed, she would have done the same if the situation was reversed.

Quinton watches her with a steady and silent gaze. Seems while she's got words today, he doesn't. A glance is given to the mugs, unsure, and then back to her pillow stack. "…more?"

Isn't that usually the case. They just can't win in the talking department. Thankfully Piper is good at not needing words to either understand or communicate. "Yeah, so you could sit up easier in bed," she gives him a tentative grin, and gestures to him in her chair "But you got it covered." since he is there she will sit on the edge of the bed facing him "Want to try to eat something?" she nods toward the mugs "It's soup.

Quinton looks almost worried, but after she says soup he nods. Real food…he’d like that. maybe. Hopefully. "….H-hungry…" He shifts slightly, wincing as he tries to find a more comfortable position. This is much worse than the shoulder wound.

"I'm not surprised." she gets up, taking one of the mugs of soup and offering it to him as she gently removes the book from his hand "Go slow though. You haven't had anything in over a week. Go to fast and it will come up as fast as it went down." and neither want that. This early evening finds Quinton having gotten up from his bed and in the rocking chair that is usually Piper's place. She had nothing to do with it either, though she will take the blame for bringing him soup.

Quinton winces at the thought, his thin fingers wrapping around the mug of warm soup. He just nods, agreeing. Seems today isn't a words day after all.

Elijah had needed to run to his apartment for something briefly, returning now. The door to the Infirmary opens, the doctor stepping inside and speaking out. "Sorry about that…I should be set for awhile no-" He pauses, looking to the seated poet and then to Piper. He just seems more confused than anything. That isn't where he had left either of them!

"I see you're up and about…that's good." As long as he didn't push it too much. "How are you feeling?" Eli looks to Quin.

Piper wasn't even here when he left, so she is definitely not where he left her. "Maybe tomorrow I can find the wheelchair…" she says softly, briefly touching his arm. Her words die down though as the doctor returns. She's not going to finish that sentence with him in earshot. Settling back to sit on the edge of the bed, she gives a glance to the book, setting it on her lap and then back to Eli with a questioning look at his comment, but doesn't say anything, letting Quinton answer however he sees fit..if he can.

Quinton's nose wrinkles, not liking the idea of a wheel chair. But if it will get him out of here faster… The doc just gets a flat look and then he shakes his head, "…k…" that's probably not super helpful, but it's a bad words day. The book he had was just some random fiction book. He really more just wanted to hold a book than anything. He'll slowly lift the mug of soup and takes a tiny sip.

Elijah just looks between the two, as Piper goes to sit and Quinton answers. Kind of. "Right. Well…" he clears his throat, removing the satchel from his shoulder and walking to set it on the kitchen counter. He talks where they can still hear though, "Hopefully the medicine will start helping your recovery be faster and more comfortable." Walking back into the room he nods to them, "Very glad we were able to find some." No use worrying about when they'd run out again. Just enjoy things being easier for the moment.

Gesturing to Quin "Hungry." Piper will add, she has words, even if Quinton doesn't. Though the addition of the doctor has her free flowing speech getting a bit tongue tied. She might not be twitchy or nervous around him, but some things take longer than others. Hungry is as good as an improvement as him getting up and moving on his own. At least to her.

Anything else she may want to say is drowned out by rapid knocking on the apartment door and the emergence of Frank and Maggie. The latter is kinda panicky as she helps her husband get through the door. Frank is a bit wobbly on his feet and pinching his nose, it's easy to tell it was bleeding "Doctor Elijah." the woman calls out. "Frank's nose won't stop bleeding and he's been running a fever off and on for a few days now." One or the other probably wouldn't be alarming, the two together though….

Quinton nods, taking another sip. He's trying for now it seems. He's lost enough weight that it's important to try to get anything down. That stops at the rapid knock and then while he can't see the doorway, Maggie's words freeze him. He doesn't move, although the mug of soup trembles in his hand.

Elijah 's attention is to the door with the frantic knocking. He walks forward to open it, but by that point Maggie is already bringing Frank through the door. Elijah's form straightens more than it already was as he looks to Frank…and hears the symptoms. However, the doctor stays calm as he walks to the kitchen, returning with a washcloth.

"Alright, Maggie. Have him continue pinching the bridge of his nose and put this against it. Lead him to the open bed and help him to sit down. I'll be with you both in a moment." Eli then looks to Piper and Quinton, his tone the same evenness, but with a sense of importance. "Piper…if you would help Quinton into my adjoining room. I need to tend to Frank."

Piper takes the commotion in stride, watching Quinton with his soup, but when the two symptoms are mentioned her head snaps to the other room and she visibly pales. She is on her feet the book falling to the floor as seems to be about ready to offer the doctor an assist, but apparently he has other ideas. Get Quinton out, that works too, even better really. His immune system probably isn't the best right now. Moving back to the poet "Come on Quin, let's get you Doc's apartment." she takes the mug from his hand and sets it aside as she leans over to help him get to his feet. "It's going to hurt, we can do this." her voice is soft, she is trying to stay calm because she can see the panic starting to rise in the injured man.

It's good she takes the mug, his grasp isn't going to last, "…no…" He's paled, which is a feet with how pale he's gotten. his head shakes numbly, "No…not….here." he can't stay here, not if they have the plague. He'll grab a hold of her, "Leave." It's an order, and clearly he means take him with her, as he's not letting go.

At this point Eli's main focus is just getting the other two out of the room…and further is better. "He's well enough to travel to his apartment. Just take it slow and rest along the way if he needs to. Here…" Moving to grab one of the notebooks from a nearby table he writes in it quickly with a pen, jotting something down. "Here are some instructions for his care. Please follow them and make sure he gets lots of rest. Have a good night, both of you." Inside the note, once they read it, were the instructions ~Tell people my office is now under Quarantine. Any patients can see Anita.~

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