01.04.09 - Collapse

Location: Redwall Infirmary

Characters Involved: Gregorian, Dulce, Sivaine, Nathan, Harper, Tameus, Jarril, Darcy, Kolya

Gregorian is officially getting worse but being stuck in the infirmary it's hardly surprising. He still sticks to his chair having shunned the bed over a week ago, he doesn't like lying down that long but his leg's completely useless so he's going nowhere, which of course is why he's caught this latest infirmary plague. He's trying to doze off but he's uncomfortably hot and coughs every so often, not a happy bunny, er, hare.

Dulce has brought a pot of tea. And some cups. Raspberry. The mole has set the tray down and is looking for those beasts awake. They shall have tea, regardless of whether they want it. If the healer does not forbid it, of course. But, why should they? It's tea, which heals all. She approaches Gregorian, brandishing a cup of it. He might not be asleep..? "Hurr... Y'm be awak'n' thurr, zurr?"

This stint in the infirmary has a number of advantages over the previous. For one, Sivaine has full use of her arms, and that coupled with clearly being sick means only the truly suicidal would try to steal a kiss. On the other hand, she's just well enough to be bored but just sick enough not to be able to focus on the slim little volume she holds up to her face with one paw, squinting at the words. Her headfur's down again and she's reverted to a plain shirt and trousers - not like she'll be going outside in her current state.

Gregorian's so fogged up in the brain he doesn't hear Dulce until she's right there talking to him, which is worrying enough as to his ears someone's just appeared out of nowhere in front of him. He jerks up his head in surprise and ohhh there's the headache, wince "Wot?" he grumbles, paw going up to massage his head though it's not really helping.

The latest sickness is well on its way to being an epidemic, and Nathan is just one of the most recent beasts to start getting symptoms. Even so, he enters the infirmary with his scarf wound around his neck and tugged up to cover his face, not wanting to breathe the bad air if he can help it. He looks disgruntled and tired, eyes narrowed as he looks over the occupants - and spies Sivaine. "Nnf," he greets her as he comes over. "... so this is where you vanished off to."

"Hurr. Tea, zurr. I'm be agudd f'r 'e... Vurry gudd. Hurr, 'z fur drink'n'." She's holding out the cup, crinkly smile. She's not sick yet, doesn't plan to be if she can help it, but she'll take the risk to bring beasts tea. It's raspberry. Nobeast should be without that.

The look Sivaine turns on Nathan is less than sweet - in fact, it's nearly a tired sort of glower - but that can be forgiven given the circumstances. "Nathan," she rasps, letting the book rest on the coverlet. "Or I'm assuming that's you under there." The corner of her mouth twitches in a weakling smirk.

Sivaine says, "You shouldn't be up here. It's a plague pit."

Gregorian has other ideas about that, his nose wrinkling and a paw going to push the cup away "No, no tea. Not hungry, thirsty, whatever" doesn't have much of an appetite, he's just feeling ill.

Dulce isn't to be disuaded so easily. "Hurr, zurr. 'E tea be gudd f'r 'e... 'M no' mucher 'z norra made be'er frum 'e tea, hurr." After the cup is pushed away, she simply offers it again. Though she does crane her stubby neck to peer around towards the others. "Hurr, be tea onna tray thurr if'n y'm be awant'n' et... Razzerbree. 'Z gudd f'r a beaster." Mostly directed at Nathan, him being the one up over there. She's going to try her best to get tea into Gregorian for the moment.

"Mmf. Well that's just where I belong, then," Nathan says, moving to sit down on the edge of Sivaine's cot. "If you got it first I figure you passed it on to me. Or maybe we both got it from the kid. Damn this place is crowded." Every bed is taken and then some.

Gregorian is once more pushing the tea away, very reluctant and equally stubborn "No thank ya. I'm really not feelin' like tea" fever has him too hot to seek out hot drinks right now "Just offer it tah someone else"

"Tam," Sivaine feels the need to point out. "His name's Tam." She shifts herself slightly to give Nathan a bit more room and looks up at him tiredly.. then huffs. "You are sick, aren't you. Bugger."

Well, now Nathan isn't up anymore. And nobody over there is having any tea either. The mole must fix this... But... Gregorian. "Hurr, norra feel'n' loik tea? Hurrem. 'At no' be gudd 't all, zurr." But, the fever does occur to her. "Hurr, may'ap y'might be more a-loik'n' f'r snow'd tea? Oi cudd be a bring'n' zumm..."

"I am indeed," Nathan chuckles, voice scratchy. "I blame you of course. The benefit of it is you're sick as well, so I'll at least have company." Absently he reaches to brush back Sivaine's hair, leaning to look at her closer. The scarf is tugged down now. "... you look awful, by the way."

Gregorian waves the mole away with a paw, anything to get back some silence so he doesn't have to think anymore "Yes, right, snowed tea, fine. May as well just get whole bowl of snow instead" he's a little short with her perhaps.

"H'h." Sickness has sapped Sivaine's snark shields; there's something approximating a fond, wry smile on her muzzle as she tilts her head up a fraction to look at Nathan. "I look diabolical at least and you know it, so stop flattering."

The mole tilts her head, fixing Gregorian with a slightly amused look. "Hurr. Zurr, 'm norra bring'n' y'r a bowl-a flav'rlezz snow... 'Nd zoide'z, y'm'd be be'er off'n wi' 'e tea. Hurr. May'ap y'm c'n be 'avin' 'e bowl o' snow'm t' flav'r wi' yurr tea, hurr'm?"

"Diabolically pretty," Nathan chuckles. He repositions to lean against the headboard next to Sivaine and slides his arm across the wood panel. Not around her - not quite. ".. so I hear this thing got to one of the Long Patrol outposts in Mossflower, also."

Gregorian mentally groans and just barely avoids groaning out loud "Just wanted the snow tah dump over my head" he grumbles out before raising his voice a little "Now go help someone else!" his patience is taking a beating with the headache but he soon regrets raising his voice as it causes a coughing fit a second later.

The door opens and the major arrives shortly after Harper and Tameus had arrived. Jarril slowly closes the door behind him and winces slightly as he removes the eye patch and gives it a rub, small hopes of getting rid of the headache.

"Uh-huh," Sivaine mutters, dryly skeptical. Well, she gets as far as "Uh-" before a cough overtakes her; she lurches forward with a fist curled to her chest until it subsides, then leans back again. "..uh-huh. Sing like a lark too, I'm sure." her eyes close and her shoulders relax; she's tired. Her ears flick at Gregorian's almost-shouting. "Not down to the 67th?" Her tone clearly says 'damn.'

Harper enters the infirmary with Tam in paw. The Brother looks like /he/ ought to be in one of the cots, rather than standing as he is. "Okay, Tammy..." What first? Harper looks around at the room full o' sick beasts!

As Sivaine is leaned over coughing Nathan slides his arm across her shoulders; not much else he can do to help. "That's what I hear, yeah," he responds to her, with a glance around. "Hope it doesn't spread any further than that. How about I pour you a cup of that tea, huh?" His gaze moves briefly toward the doorway when the hares enter.

Dulce takes a step back. "Hurr... Calm 'ezelf zurr... 'm norra think'n' dump'n' 'e snow'm on 'e 'ead w'll be a-makin' anythin' be'er. Bu' Oi will be bring'n' 'e zumm snow'd tea... F'r 'e throat. Hurrem. Oi be wagerin' et'll be zore arfter 'at coff'n. Hurrem."

"Okay, da'," Tam says, and draws a breath. "... who's wors' off? We sh' star' wit' th' sicker beas's."

Jarril moves to the side, his matter not that important and sits down on a chair, preparing to wait patiently, as well as quiet as possible.

Harper's paw rests on Tam's head briefly. "Good lad," he murmurs. His eyes scan the room. "Right. Would you do me a favor, Tam? Get some of the headache medicine from one of the other healers... Your Gran-Da' needs some." And he starts for one of the cots, where a beast is shivering and coughing fitfully.

"Arrigh'," Tam says. He glances down toward Sivaine and Nathan but turns his focus away from them, frowning as he goes to speak with another healer. He waits patiently by her as the squirrel sorts out some of the right herb.

Ok now, deep breaths, recatch your breath. Greg gives another cough to try and clear his throat but he really doesn't have the energy to argue anymore and waves a paw to the mole in what could be him just giving in to whatever she wants to give him. His head hurts so his leg hurts and his side hurts more than usually cause of the coughing and everyone's going to be using up the pain killers, grrr.

Harper gets to work, tending the sick beast in methodical silence, save for his coughing.

"Mmmmnh." The noise Sivaine makes could mean several things: 'yes, I hope it doesn't spread too,' 'yes, tea please,' or 'wonderful, it's Harper.' She takes a few deep breaths, just feeling the rise and fall of her chest, which is an effort in and of itself right now. "Tea's nice." Her voice is raspy. "You should-" A small cough. "Have some."

"Hmm. I my just. Not sharing yours this time, though," Nathan says, setting up from the cot to sort out two cups of the raspberry tea.

A pouch of herbs is handed to Tameus and he brings this to Jarril, smiling at the Major. "'ll make y' a cup now," he says, glancing around. "Da' where's th' 'ot water? Oh. Mister Nathan, 's there 'ot water there? N' tea, jus' 'ot water."

Nathan gives Tameus a tired smile. "Yeah, looks like this one is," he says, nodding at another teapot near to the one he's pouring the hot beverage out of. "Afternoon, Harper. You don't look very well, Brother."

"Don't see as it matters now," Sivaine murmurs, happy to stay where she is for now. After a moment she twitches her nose and disentangled her fingers from the book she's holding.

Jarril nods his head gently at Tameus and leans his head back against the wall, before he rests his paws on his legs, still minus the eye patch as he waits patiently.

Dulce just puts the cup that was intended for Gregorian back down in passing as she makes her way out. She's off for snow.

Tameus steps around Nathan to take up the hot water, pour some out into a cup, and add some of the medicinal herbs to it. He stirs this with a spoon and adds a little drab of honey, then carries the cup back to Jarril. "Put 'oney in 't, 't'll go down better," he tells the Major.

Harper is mopping the brow of a very ill-looking mouse dibbun. He looks up, eyes falling on Nathan. Are the bloodshot eyes answer enough? "'Llo, Nathan. No, I expect I don't. I'll be all righ', though. How're you feelin'?" He stands from the cot, approaching slowly. He'll go a bit out of order!

"No as bad as I expect I will be, once I look like you," Nathan responds with a wry smile. He steps over to Sivaine, handing her the first cup of tea, and glances back at Harper's face. "Want me to sort you out a cup also? You look like you might just pass out at any moment."

Gregorian offers a vague salute to the major whether it's seen or not, he can't be bothered with much more than that for now and sinks on into his chair, ears a droop and watching the others moving about while he looks very very tired. He's fed up of this room now.

Jarril smiles at Tameus and blinks as he takes the cup from the hare. "My, ya the first ta not be afriad of this stitched up eye here.." He says before he slowly drinks down the medicine, a soft sigh coming from the older hare as he hands the cup back to Tameus.

Tameus tilts his head curiously. "'s jus' y'r eye. Why w'd I be 'fraid'a 't?"

Tea? There's tea. Sivaine cracks an eye open at the sound of footsteps and reaches out, cradling the cup in both paws. "Thanks, Nathan." Its a hoarse whisper. She sets it on the bedside table so she can shift herself into a more upright position, then picks it up again and bows her head, inhaling the fragrant steam.

Jarril smiles at Tameus. "Well, it isn't there anymore." He slowly puts back his eye patch again and then makes sure its secure. "Some don't like ta see the patch off, y'see?"

Harper smiles wanly. "I wouldn't refuse a cup, no, I shouldn't think so." His eyes shift to Sivaine, who looks considerably worse than Nathan. His brow knits, though briefly. "Anything you need, Siv? How're your symptoms?"

"Well I don' min'," Tameus says with a smile. "'scuse me, Major, I gots t' go back t' work."

Jarril nods as he gets up and straightens his uniform. "Of course." The major turns to head back out again, now turned away from everyone else he quickly takes out his hankichief, wipes his nose and stuffs it back into his pocket.

Dulce returns with a bowl. A bowl of snow. A fresh cup of tea must be poured for Gregorian, she decides, but, as the teapot is now seeing use as intended, she's happy to wait. The snow is evermelting, but she's confident it will stay as cool snow for long enough.

Nathan nods and goes about pouring a second cup, which he passes over to Harper. The third is taken himself and he sits beside Sivaine again, holding this and just enjoying the warmth in his hands.

"Oh." Tam takes a few steps after Jarril before he can leave, holding out the pouch of herbs. "This 's f' y' too. ... Major, y'r /sick/ aren' y'?" he questions, seeing the discreet use of the handkerchief.

Once Sivaine finishes her first long draught of the hot liquid, she blinks muzzily over the edge of the cup at Harper. And Nathan. ..she's too tired to care much about any awkward right now. "I feel generally horrible." Such a helpful patient. Siip. Her eyes close briefly, then open again. "Achy and tired and coughing," she clarifies.

Sivaine says, "And cold. But not."

Gregorian has spent so long in his chair he's become one with the furniture it seems. Perfect of excuse to watch the Harper, Nathan, Siv show of course though he's not paying great attention, he just wants to sleep. So dozy he hasn't noticed Dulce is back yet.

Harper takes the cup with his thanks, sipping it with briefly closed eyes. He seems to be beyond the awkward, as well. His eyes open, and he nods. "I'll see what I c'n get to ease the aches, at least." He nods once to Nathan and goes, walking back over to one of the counters. He leans there, briefly, setting down his cup. Siiigh.

Jarril turns around and shakes his head. "Nah, just clearing my nose that's all. And the headache is just my eye. I'll be fine, should get back ta training again." He takes the pouch and smiles at Tameus. He turns around and this time really does walk out of the door.

"Harper," Nathan says to the Brother, "just let me know whatever you need help with. I'm doing alright for now, so if you need another pair of hands..." He nods at this and sips his drink, looking at Sivaine. "I'm sure all that training out in the cold didn't do much for you, either," he teases.

Dulce pours a cup to about halfway, just under. She brought a spoon and so a snowball is lifted and levered into the tea, where the base begins to melt quickly. She's soon returning to offer it to Gregorian, leaving her bowl of snow next to the pot. It'll soon be a bowl of water. "Hurr. 'M be tast'n' loik a snow'm if'n y'm be wan'n t'r eat 'e snow'm, 'r y'can wait f'r et t'be a melt'n'? 'Z gudd enny'ay, 'f'n' bit wat'ry. Hurr."

One of the other healers comes to stand by Harper, murmuring a few words to him, nodding towards the door. Harper shakes his head, patting the other's arm. He pushes off, coming back over to Harper and Sivaine with a small packet of herbs. He holds his paw out for Sivaine's cup.

"Don't say belladonna," Sivaine mumbles into her cup. Probably meant to be a joke, but the delivery lacks punch. Another deep drink of tea, and she just rests a few breaths before answering Nathan. "Frnfgl." ..sort-of answering Nathan. The mouse lists a little sideways on her pillows; the tea sloshes with another cough.

Tameus hmms. "If y' say so," he says to Jarril's back, and turns, looking back over the others. He's spent enough time here with Harper, he knows what to do. The leveret gathers a few cloths and pours a bowl of cold water, carrying this with him as he goes to a row of cots to begin rewetting the cloths on patients' foreheads. Where he starts is where the sick children have been located - his age, give or take a season or two, all curled in bed, coughing and miserable or fitfully asleep. Like a practiced healer he moves quietly from one to another, passing out sucking candies to those who are awake, to ease their throats.

Sivaine looks at the cup. Looks at Harper with tired, half-lidded eyes. Looks at the cup. Blinks. "Oh." It's held out, listlessly, and- Cough. Slosh. Siv's brow furrows at the tea staining the sheets; she shifts aside slightly and readjusts her grip on the cup.

Harper takes the cup, gently. He pours the crushed herbs in, stirring them in. He holds the cup back out to her, waiting 'til she has it steady before withdrawing his grip.

Nathan reaches his hand to steady Sivaine. "Careful, you," he says, low and gruff from the back of his throat. The tea spills - at least not on her. "Here, I'll mop that up," he says, standing while putting his own tea down, and getting a cloth which he presses down on the spill.

Tameus stops by a otter kit about his age, one of the dibbuns less afflicted. They talk for a little while and he sets down the bowl to go get some tea for the other, then continues on. Harper and the others are where his gaze wanders a few times as he moves from cot to cot.

Gregorian doesn't bother arguing with Dulce this time, he's still wishing for something freezing over chilled tea but doesn't have the energy so he just takes the tea and settles it in his lap for a moment, holding onto it till after a moment he just puts the cup up against his forehead, helps a little at least "Said I didn't want tah eat the snow" he mumbles back after a minute.

"Mmnh." Yup. Definitely too tired to care about any awkwardness. Sivaine goes back to cradling the cup in both hands, curling her fingers firmly around the warm surface. Her ears are laid back halfway and shoulders hunched. Tea is her main focus right now, and she drinks, squinting at the swirling bits of herbs.

"No belladonna," Harper promises. And then turns his muzzle to the side, choking back a cough. He backs away from the pair with another nod, then heads over to Gregorian. "How're you feelin', Greg?" He nods to Dulce.

Nathan glances at Sivaine curiously. He senses a joke, or even a story. "Belladonna..?"

Tameus sets his bowl on a bedside table, dips a cloth in, and bathes a mousemaid's forehead and face. He takes the one on her forehead, which has lost its cool temperature and moisture, and dips this in the water before reapplying it. The next is a boy his age, a squirrel, curled up loosely on his side. He gently taps the kid's shoulder to make him turn over. "Hey."

Little mission sort of successful, Dulce is happy to wander away after a crinkly smile. "Hurr, y'm be a do'n' wha' y'r wan' widd et, zurr, bu' 'z be'er f'r 'e go'n' 'n 'e mouth, hurr." She offers a smile to Harper. "Aft'noon zurr." She knows he got tea. Then she wanders off out again. Tea is available and beasts are drinking it. That was the original purpose of the visit.

Gregorian reopens an eye to give Harper a slightly darkened look, the cup still held in the middle of his forehead "Bring lots of pain killin' herby stuff and we'll talk" he's only a slightly grumpy patient on a good day, sadly this is a bad day.

Again, there's a pause while Sivaine arranges her thoughts and lifts her muzzle from the cup. "When my arm.. for pain," she explains, giving Nathan a look that's half-expectant under the general 'blargh.' Were you going to sit down again? "Entirely too much of it. I couldn't stand for a week." A detail bubbles up from the murky depths of her memory. "..and apparently raved about toads made of beans. I -think- Layne was jok-" Cough. "Joking. Nnh."

Okay, okay, okay. Harper holds his paws up in defeat, turning away from Gregorian to sort out the pain killing! He watches Tameus with half-attention.

"... belladonna. The poison," Nathan says, brows lifted. "That belladonna?"

"Hey," Tam says again, not too loud, nudging the kid. "Hey I haft' take care'a y'..." His brows furrow and he circles around to the other side of the squirrel's cot, a dripping cloth in hand. The leveret crouches at the side of it, peering at the squirrel's face. Silence. Then, "Uhm."

"It's a painkiller too. A strong one," Sivaine explains, with a little inward sigh.

"A potentially lethal painkiller? Charming," Nathan responds.

Tameus says, "Da'."

Harper's ears twitch. He is speaking with one of the other healers, instructing her what to give to Gregorian. His ears perk at Tameus' call. He turns, eyebrows perked. "Aye, Tam?" He starts slowly over, eyes shifting to the silent patient.

Tameus's hand sneaks out to touch the other boy's face, and withdraws. "Da'. 'e's ... I think 'e migh' be.." He looks at Harper, unsure.

"I wasn't in much of a position to argue." Sivaine has another sip of tea, trying to get it down before it cools beyond "palatable." "I'm here. I-" Cough. "I'm not dead." Her mouth twitches to the side. Such irony, body.

Tameus mumbles, "'e's jus'.. sleepin'. 's okay. 'e's asleep 's all."

Harper's ears twitch back. He sits on the edge of the cot, pressing his paw to the boy's forehead. His voice is a little odd. "Tam, go onto the next patient. I'll take care of him."

Gregorian closes his eye again, back to soaking in the cold, so nice and thankfully there's one healer who's done what he's told so soon to be full of lovely pain killers. His ears twitch about following beasts but he's not looking and fog brain is still in full effect.

It's okay, Greg. The healer Harper ordered is on her way over. She has a mug medicinal-smelling tea. "Drink this," she orders.

Tameus doesn't protest this. He gathers the bowl and moves to the next cot, nudging that dibbun, who peers at him groggily, seeming to wonder why he's being tended by such a small healer.

Gregorian's eyes snap back to being half open. Woo painkillers! Oh and hi healer. He moves the cup on his head back to his lap as he takes the new tea and half of it's gone in a big gulp before he wrinkles his nose "Really need tah work on that taste" he mutters, drinking the rest a bit slower.

"Hmm," is Nathan's tired murmur. He's not doing well at focusing on anything, just nodding a little at Sivaine. "Still. Belladonna. ... not my painkiller-of-choice, personally." He leans against the headboard, looking down at the tea he holds.

Harper keeps his eyes briefly on Tameus, making sure he's not watching too closely. He places his paw on the boy's chest, bending his head down to listen at his muzzle. He stays that way for a while, eyes closing. He swallows the sigh he wants to make. Sits up. Gently, gently, he slips his arms underneath the limp form, lifting. The squirrel dibbun is so small, so light. Harper turns his face into his own chest, cradling the back of his neck. He goes over, speaking to one of the other healers. Only about every third word he speaks is audible. "... must've... sleeping... I'll .. the others."

"You've surveyed?" She's making the effort to snark, at least, and it's the thought that counts. Sivaine rests her paws in her lap; the cup tips forward, but it's empty now. "..Nathan." Sivaine blinks at him wearily. "Sit down."

Tameus is, however, watching rather closely as he moves down the row of cots. His ears are wilted backward, then lift as Harper moves off - trying to hear what's said by his father to the other healer.

The two healers nod to each other and Harper moves off, carrying the still and silent form to the door. He pauses, head lowered as he looks upon the squirrel dibbun. He murmurs something and his eyes close, head shaking. He exits.

Gregorian is of course watching now, even if he's still tired and so he's settled his eyes on Harper and the dibbun, big ears tuning in towards them. He can guess what's happened and my isn't it worrying.

Nathan sits, and leans a little into the other mouse. "... I. Huh. I'm sorry, my head's gone all .. fuzzy ... and. Survey, hm?" He has his eyes shut.

Sivaine doesn't protest this; in fact, she leans back, head listing to the side. "Rest," she murmurs, then coughs again. Her eyes are only open the tiniest fraction, watching blurs of dim color move past her lashes. Still, there's a change in the air she picks up on, and she leans into Nathan a little more, frowning.

When Harper returns, it is /without/ the squirrel. His face is drawn and his eyes downcast. He touches his paw briefly to his forehead, sighing. Just give him a moment. Just a moment. Then he'll get back into the grind.

Tameus is still where he stopped, between cots, the bowl in his hand. He watches Harper come back in. "Da'?"

"Mmphm," is Nathan's response. He's exhausted - his muzzle nods a little, eyes shut.

Gregorian watches Harper again when he comes back, just for a minute. Hmm. He goes back to his drink, no point asking what can already guess and worrying the whole infirmary with it.

Harper doesn't respond for a few seconds. He sways ever so slightly. "Yes, Tam?"

Swaying. Why .. is he swaying? Tam looks a little anxious. "Da'."

"Just rest," Sivaine mutters, eyes closed. The tea's taking effect, at least, and that lets the fatigue come through. She lets her eyes close that final fraction, and apart from the occasional cough that makes her chest jump, is still. Not sleeping, just conserving energy; an ear angles toward the sound of Tam's voice.

Several more seconds pass, in which the sway is stilled. Harper looks up, eyes squinted. "... What is it, Micah?"

There's silence from the leveret. He just. Stares at Harper.

Seconds pass. Tam continues to stare at the older buck, mouth a little open, until he finally whispers huskily, "'m.. n'..."

A moment's confusion flits across Harper's face as the silence lengthens. He brings his paw up to his forehead again, pressing at the bridge of his snout. He sways again, dangerously, his other arm swiping for purchase at thin air. He staggers.

Tameus flinches and steps back. He stares at Harper. Then, "Da'!"

Sivaine's eyes slit open a fraction - then all the way. "Tam?" she rasps.

Gregorian slowly looks back up, tea only has so much fascination and so he sees the wobble and gives the healers a sharp shout "Oi!" paw pointing to Harper "Move" most he can do but gets a couple going to find out what's wrong.

"Brother?" one of the other healers asks, looking at Harper worriedly. She sets down what she's doing and moves toward him.

Sivaine blinks a few times, and her eyes narrow; she shifts and sits up, never mind her ebbing headache. "Harper." Wince. "Nh."

Harper's paw swipes at the air again, this time almost in a fending off gesture at something unseen. "Nonono," he mumbles with a shake of his head. And the turn of his head is just enough and he sways, his limbs going rubbery beneath him. He falls forward, toward the healer maid.

The healer steps forward fast enough to catch Harper as he swoons, though she's rather petite herself and ends up sinking with a strained noise, holding onto Harper around the shoulders. "Oof. I gotcha."

Nathan is nearly asleep against Sivaine's shoulder. When she sits up is disturbs him enough to lift his head, blinking. "Hn. .. what."

"Da'. Da'," Tam says anxiously, scrambling over to his side, reaching to grasp the buck's habit and shake him. "Da', no, /please/..!"

If she could just /focus/ through the haze of illness. Sivaine leans forward, starting to shift her legs off the side of the bed. She's alert as she can be in her current state, ears forward. "H-" A cough cuts her off.

Gregorian leans forwards in his chair but can go no further, mentally cursing his leg with everything he can think of "Stop that kid" he snaps at Tam "Let the beast get him to a bed, yah not helpin'" doesn't bother asking if he's alright yet, healer's not likely to know right this second.

Harper's eyes have rolled ceilingward and his eyelids flutter. His whole body starts to stutter. One might notice that he is /very/ hot to the touch.

The healer shakes her head at Tameus. "Hey, shh. Let go of him," she says to the leveret. Harper is sagged across her lap, more or less, and she pushes the kid back. "Someone take him /please/..!" Her hand goes to Harper's forehead and she mutters an oath under her breath.

"Tam." All right, so Sivaine lurches like one of the walking dead and with a bit of green coloring she might /pass/ for one, but she slips off the edge of the bed and makes her wobbly way over to the leveret, sinking down beside him to draw the kid into a hug. "Tam, come here."

"Nonononoda'please/da'/.." Tam mumbles worriedly, voice breaking, clinging onto his father.

The healer looks pleadingly at Sivaine. "Just. Get him out of here. Please."

"Nn-nn-nn-nnnnn," and now Harper's /voice/ is stuttering, his teeth clenched shut. No bloody tongues here! Yay Harper.

"Working on it." Sivaine is snappish; she fumbles with clumsy fingers to detatch Tam's hands from Harper's habit, not as gentle as she might be otherwise. "Let them help him," she murmurs to the leveret. "Tam."

Gregorian can only watch. Arg so useless!

Harper suddenly goes still and limp in the healer's arm, but still breathing. His brow is soaked with sweat.

Dammit dammit. At least when he's still he's easier to heft. The healer slips her arms under Harper's and rises, hauling him upright, supporting all his weight against her. A nearby novice assists in getting him onto the only available cot - the one just vacated by the dead dibbun.

Tameus twists and kicks and fights against Sivaine's hold as he's separated from Harper. "NonononoNONO! NO! Lemme GO!"

This Sivaine is not gentle. She holds Tam back with a grim look on her face, and hoists him up into a hold. Wobbly. "Do you want him out of here or just out of the way?" she calls to the healer.

Sivaine says, "Tam, you need to let them work. Tam."

The leveret's screams are disturbing the other patients. Ones who should be asleep are woken up and a ripple of anxiety goes through the room. "Out. Get him out," the healer says tersely.

One of Harper's arms lies limp over the side of the cot, just dangling there.

Tameus actually scratches at Sivaine's arms in his attempt to be released, shaking his head as he starts to cry. "LEMME GO!!" He pitches a fit. "I 'ate y' I 'ate y' lemme GO!!"

Sivaine winces, for multiple reasons, but she adjusts her grip to something firmer and heads for the door, remembering a backwards glance to Nathan before she wrangles the kid outside. Her ears are folded back as far as they'll go. "Tam. Nh. /Stop./"

The healer snaps out directions to the novice helping her. "Cold water, get me a few buckets of snow. We .. /need/ .. to lower his temperature."

Ah, Greg can do something "There's a bowl of melted snow by the tea, should still be cold"

Good thing for Sivaine Tam is just a little kid, or dragging him out of the room would be a lot more difficult. As it is, he can still be heard down the hall after they've left.

"Good, good," the healer says distractedly. She points the novice out the door and he leaves with a bucket to fetch snow, while she brings the cold water next to Harper, setting it down, then starting to wrestle the habit off of him.

Gregorian settles back into his chair, nothing to do but watch and seriously hope that bed doesn't put a curse on anyone that lies on it.

The habit is wrestled! Harper gives a shudder, his brow furrowing. "Nnn..."

"You have. A loud. Kid," the healer tells Harper, her muzzle twisted in a concentrative expression. The habit is dropped on the floor - nearly drenched with sweat, it seems like. She splashes a cloth into the cold water and starts wetting down his chest, face, and arms, getting the fur wet, working to chill him.

Harper's eyelids flutter, but he doesn't quite stir. He mumbles something incoherent, his head turning to the side. His Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows.

The novice returns with a bucket of snow. "Help me," the healer tells him as the bucket is put down, and dips her hands into it. Snow is scooped out and she starts to pack it down against the sides of Harper's body, and the novice does the same on the other side. A handful is rubbed across the Brother's chest, back and forth until it's mostly melted onto the hare's pelt, soaking down to his skin.

Harper's body gives another shudder. His eyelids flutter again. "T'm..."

"Shut up, Harper," the healer mutters. "Just. Gah. Don't waste your energy. You have to /fight/ this." Whether he really hears or understands her doesn't matter. Half the snow is on and around him and then she moves the bucket away, leaning over, pressing her ear to his chest to check if he has any difficulty breathing.

Harper starts to shiver, head turning the other way. "Nn... T'm... Tammy..."

The healer grunts; him talking doesn't help her listen to the state of his lungs. He straightens and checks his pulse, fingers against Harper's jugular. "He's not here. Stop talking."

Harper's brow furrows, furrows more. He whimpers, but falls silent.

The healer looks at him consideringly. "Harper. If you can hear me? Take deep breaths. I need to listen to your lungs." Her ear is again pressed to his chest.

For several seconds there's no response... and then his breathing lengthens. They aren't exactly deep, and they choke off at the upper limit.

The healer straightens, sighs. "Get me some of that," she says, nodding at the tea - it's not much more than luke-warm by now. "No honey, just pour me a cup of that."

One of the healers does as bid as Harper lies there shivering. He starts to curl in on himself, onto his side. Fetal position! A choking cough racks him.

The Novice returns with the cup, sans-steam. "Here," she offers quietly.

Taking the tea, the healer dips her finger in, testing the temperature. The hareis grasped by his upper arm and tugged at, encouraging him onto his back. "He can hardly breathe. I need him sitting up a bit. Get pillows against the headboard," she directs the novice.

The Novice again does as bid, lifting Harper and stuffing pillows behind his back. Stuff-stuff-stuff! It's like lifting with a jack. Soon enough Harper is sitting up... and he starts to breathe easier - at least a bit.

"Is he going to be all right...?" The Novice asks.

"I have no bleedin' idea," the healer says to the novice, exhaling slowly. "I need... Oleaster. See if we have any syrup, or juice from the flowers, please."

The healer moves the cup of not-very-warm tea to Harper's mouth, coaxing his lips open, trying to get him to drink. ".. come on, Harper. Swallow."

Sivaine returns, less one Tam and plus one stoat. Funny how these things work out. The adrenaline that powered her is ebbing and she's back to tired. She pauses near the cot where Nathan rests, looking down towards the healers bustling about Harper. Squint.

Kolya comes in with Sivaine, glancing and seeing harper, pausing for only a moment before going to guide siv to a bed properly. he glances at the healers and cant help but ask. "Is he alright?"

The healer looks over at Kolya and Sivaine as they enter. "No. Not at all," is her rather curt response to Kolya's question.

Kolya frowns. "I mean is he...oh never mind" he grumbles slowly taking up a seat on an empty cot and coughing into his arm a bit before watching harper. Watch watch watch watch.

Harper chokes, spluttering on the first mouthful of tea. It dribbles down his chin. But the next mouthful he does a little better on, his brow knitting as if with some great worry. He shudders, trying to curl in on himself again. Turning away from the cup. "Nn..."

Sivaine's ears angle backward slightly. Annoyance! "What she said." She steadies herself on the headboard and glances down to Nathan - her brow knits - then back to the healers at work. "..dammit, Harper," she breathes.

Gregorian is still sat uselessly watching, can't do anything else. He glances to the new arrivals briefly but Harper is the star of the show right now, in a bad way of course.

"Hey," the healer speaks sharply to Harper, voice low. "Drink it. I won't have you dying from dehydrating, not with that fever.." She grumbles at him and glances at the novice, prompting, "Oleaster? Do we have any?"

Kolya sighs and stands up. "Harper, you'd better live though this..." he whispers quietly. "dont let your son down" the stoat glances at sivaine and slowly sighs. "I'll be back to check on you later...and harper too" He says, heading for the door, giving one last glance at harper before leaving

"... Sv," Harper grows briefly still, ears giving a sluggish twitch.

"Sivaine, back in bed with you," the healer orders gruffly. "Where'd you put the kid?"

Meanwhile! The Novice blinks and turns, moving quickly away to do the healer's bidding. Frantic search commences! "Yes! Yes. We do. Just the juice, though..." She comes back over with the container, holding it out.

"Dammit. Give it here," the healer says, and passes the cup of tea to the novice. "See if you can get him to drink some more of that. He needs fluids." Switch off! She takes the container of Oleaster juice, goes to the pot of warm water, and sets to work measuring out equal portions into a cup.

The Novice hesitates before shifting Harper back and putting the cup to his lips again. "I'm sorry, Brother Harper, but I've got to do this.." She tilts the cup, but with coughing and choking, only about a third goes in.

"With his grandfather," Sivaine calls hoarsely, then grimaces. That was a mistake. Still, she's not going to argue. The bed is circled around and she slowly, stiffly takes up her former space beside Nathan, settling back on the pillows. After a moment, her paw seeks out his.

"/Slowly/, Gemma," the healer chides. Water and Oleaster are stirred together and she sets down the cup, going into the supply closet for a moment.

Nathan has been watching this whole time, groggily. He glances at Sivaine and turns his hand up, fingers lacing through hers and squeezing. "... hi."

Gemma works more slowly, then. She seems to have a bit more success. Harper's brow furrows, though, and he turns his head away between sips. "... Tammy."

The healer emerges, two containers in hand, and adds to the cup a fine greyish powder. Her glance goes at Harper. "How awake is he?" Trying to decide if he's conscious or simply feverish.

"Hi," Sivaine murmurs tiredly. She leans into him. Squeeze.

Nathan tilts his head, bumping his muzzle against Sivaine's jawline and sighing out. "... nh."

Harper answers for himself! "... 'Wake." He chokes on another sip of tea, shuddering as he does so.

The door opens quietly and Jarril enters as quietly as he can and keeps to the wall to keep out of any traffic that is happening at the moment. He looks about and has a slight sigh as he hears Harper speak.

"Oh, good, then you have no excuse not to drink this," the healer says, stepping to Harper's side. "Oleaster juice, ground cheeseweed seed. Mmm, delicious." Her tone is wry.

Flicktail smiles to Jarril "ello ere..... Oi ope ye be o.k." he hears the healer and looks over, quite gld he's not sick

Something thats not uncommon any more..loud coughing comes from the corner of the room, and the same cot nadia lays on. The vixen looks about the same as almost everyone in the infirmary, but not as bad looking as harper...yet...

Harper's muzzle briefly clamps, reflexively more than anything. His brow furrows. "... happened?"

Sivaine's muzzle twitches, just slightly. "Rest," she murmurs, absently stroking the base of his thumb. "Please."

Gregorian relaxes again, sinking into his chair. Harper's talking, he's awake, Greg considers this to be a good step up and reason enough not to worry. He can go back to looking dozy again.

Nathan mumbles, his fatigue evident, "Don't have to tell me twice.."

The question doesn't exactly register in the hare's brain right away, Jarril keeping his eye firmly fixed on Harper, but a few seconds later he hmms, turns his head to Flicktail and nods his head. "Aye, I'm okay so far.."

"You swooned. Collapsed, had fever convulsions. Drink," the healer insists, holding the cup until he takes it. "You're in bad shape, Brother. Real bad shape."

Jarril doesn't say anything else, he just watches quietly.

"Good," Sivaine murmurs. Coughs. She shifts position slightly, keeping a weary eye on what she can see of Harper's bed.

Harper's paw closes weakly around the cup and he sips, whole body shivering. "... Tam?" And then his ears half-perk. "Da'?" he croaks.

It's crowded. The healer glances around, sighs. So much for a quarantine. "Tam pitched a fit to wake the dead. I had Sivaine take him out," she tells Harper, holding the cup as he drinks the medicinal liquid.

Jarril returns the gaze to the healer which has a fatherly look which means that Jarril won't be moved as easily as Tameus was. He speaks up, his voice towards Harper. "Tameus is doing fine, he's making ya some broth right now." Jarril adds. "Harper, ya scared me bally good for a while..."

Oof, crowded infirmary. Darklett almost backs out of it when he sees the large grouping of beasts present, but with that large grouping comes a good reason... A reason that may be good to know for later. So he stays, on the outside of the crowd for the most part, trying to glean as much info as he can without imposing.

The healer eyes Jarril for a moment. "You can sit with him. Just don't do like the kid did. Please." Her gaze turns to Harper. "And you. You are officially a patient, I don't want to see you out of bed, understand?"

Jarril nods and slowly makes his way over and replies back softly. "I'm think I'm ta old now ta do leveret antics, m'dear." He sits down next to Harper and gives a frown. "Aye, ya staying put from here on in, no arguments."

"Thank the blazes for that," the healer mutters.

Harper's nose wrinkles distastefully. "... S'awful," he mumbles. His eyes squinch open and he looks up at Jarril before his eyes shift to the healer. "Is Tammy... really upset?" He chokes on a swallow, turning his head briefly to the side. "... Sorry I scared you, Da'."

Jarril nods his head slowly. "Aye he was but Sivaine and I managed ta calm him down. He's busy making ya favourite soup or broth at the moment with Kolya. He allowed me ta go up here." He pauses and smiles. "Don't worry about it, just glad ya still here."

Out of the loop, Darklett is. "Somethin' happen?" He doesn't even ask anyone in particular, just whoever happens to answer him will be fine.

The healer leaves Harper with the cup of medicine, glancing around at the others. "... is there anyone in here who's /not/ sick?"

Jarril bites his lip to that question but the hare doesn't mention it. He does however check that Garran isn't about since that healer knows more to that question than anyone else at the moment.

Harper looks relieved. His grip on the cup briefly tightens when the healer releases it, and for a second he's unsure if he'll be able to hold it. But he manages. All shivery.

Sivaine's ears flicker at mention of her name. She's listening in - of course she is - but doesn't really look at Darklett. "Major. Harper's taken a turn." Her voice is raspy and, well. She's obviously not qualified to answer 'yes' to the healer's question.

The healer touches Harper's forehead again, and looks satisfied. "Fever's down a bit. I'm going to leave you all snowy for a while and then we'll get some blankets, alright, Brother?"

"Sick? Uh, I'm not..." At the news from Sivaine, Darklett tries to sneak a peek at the Brother. He doesn't look dead yet, so that's good. "What is it?" Again, it doesn't really sound like he's demanding an answer, and he wouldn't be hurt at all if he didn't receive one, but hey.

A mouse Enters the infirmary and looks about for the closest healer. "excuse me. Kolya sent me up to see if Tameus and Him were allowed in? They made broth for those who are sick..." the mouse says, waiting so he can go back to tell them, before going about his duties.

"Major Darklett. If you're not sick yet you'd best leave. It's catching," the healer says to Darklett. And to the mouse: "Tell them yes, they can come. /Quietly/."

The mouse nods and heads out.

A young novice comes up beside Darklett, murmuring. "It's a plague... everyone sick. You haven't heard? I thought it was at the 67th..." With a shake of his head, he moves off.

Harper's ears twitch. He nods to the healer, but his eyes are all for the door, waiting for Tam's arrival. He tries to look, uh. Not dead!

"...Yeah," Darklett responds hesitantly to the healer. He glances around at all the sick as he steps backwards, trying to take note of any of his patrollers, kin, friends have taken to this sickness. The novice jars him out of his sort of roll call, and he turns curiously to that beast. "I wasn't at the 67th," is what he leaves that at, and places a paw on the frame of the exit, stepping backwards and out, out, out of the sick area. Huh.

Things seem to be calming down a bit. Sivaine looks blearily down at her arms, inspecting the runnels and furrows left by Tam's frantic clawing. She closes her eyes and mumbles a little noise of resignation.

The healer steps away from Harper, brushing her hands together. "Who else is dying?"

Jarril flattens his ears to those choice of words and shakes his head.

Jarril continues to sit quietly next to Harpers bed.

In the relatively quiet time after all the excitement it seems that Gregorian has finally dozed off. Is he dying? He sure hopes not. Probably a few rather scared beasts in the infirmary now, especially the dibbuns. Really not a good thing to say in a group of ill beasts.

Kolya comes into the infirmary, carrying a big pot of steaming broth, with several bowls under his arm. "Have something for the Infirmary..." he says quietly to the healer, placing the pot down on the clear counters.

Tameus follows Kolya in, a bowl in his hands, already full of soup. He hesitates in the doorway. "Da'?"

Flicktail says, "if there be anything oi kin do to elp any beast...oi will be ere"

Jarril gently waves Tameus over as he speaks softly. "He's okay but resting so be quiet and good.."

Kolya looks up to flicktail. "perhaps handing out some bowls of Broth to those sick? quietly of course" he says, setting the bowls up and pouring the Broth into them. he looks over to Jarril and sort of gives a motion to come over..if he wants to that is.

The healer glances at Flicktail. "Yes. Stay out of the way." Her tone is low and a little terse, and her gaze goes to Tameus. "I will kick you out again if you start screaming."

Tameus just nods at the healer and Jarril, approaching Harper's cot slowly - carrying the soup, careful to not let it spill.

Harper's eyes had drifted shut. They open, now, resting on the healer. "... Mayhaps /you/ should take a break," Harper murmurs. His eyes then turn to Tameus, and he tries to look as together as he can! He's fine! Really! "Tammy," he croaks.

The healer gestures at Kolya. "Give soup out to anyone who wants any - but please, don't wake any of the sleeping patients. They all need to rest."

Jarril blinks and nods. "I be back shortly." He walks up to Kolya and blinks at him. "You wanted me?"

Kolya nods. "I know..I wont" he says quietly to the healer. The stoat nods to the buck and lowers his voice even more. "How is he?”

And Harper gets a chuckle. "Yeah, I'll take a break when you've recovered enough to work again. We're short another healer, you realize," the healer says to him. "Drink your medicine, Brother."

Tameus sets the soup on the bedside table, in reach of Harper, and looks up at him. He looks okay for a moment - then his eyes suddenly well up with tears.

The healer bustles around, returning to the work of tending the sick.

Harper sips his medicinal tea as he's ordered. "Look, Tammy... I'm fine," Harper whispers. "I just, um... took a nap." He manages a small smile, but it's broken as a choking cough leaves him turning his head away.

Tameus shakes his head and ducks it, shoulders hitching a little. "... no. Y'r n' fine, da'."

Flicktail stands on the outside, wantingto help but unure if he's wanted so for now he can't intrude

Kolya looks at flicktail. "Flick..can you hand out the bowls quietly to the beasts who are awake please?" he asks.

When he's recovered, Harper's eyes shift briefly to Flicktail. He gives a slight nod of thanks. "... Well, I'm going t'be," is Harper's answer to Tameus. It lacks his usual conviction, what with the hoarseness of it. He gives a sudden shiver. He's still all wet and whatnot. "Are you? M'sorry if I scared you, Tammy."

Jarril replies to Kolya. "Ill, but I think he be okay if he stays in bed." The major frowns. "Unfortunately in my family, I fear for the healahs here. We're stubborn as anything, it'll be a task and a half ta keep him in bed, I should know. I'm just as stubborn..."

Tameus bites his lip, looking just. Miserable. "... y' fell. Y' .. da', y' jus'. Fell. An' b'fore y' did y'..."

Jarril goes to make a sneeze but the hare manages to stop it and only his head jerks silently.

Kolya nods. "Aye...well..I'm starting to get close to what harper will is..." And its starting to show with his voice and all. "just keep Harper company" he says quietly with a smile. "Please..."

Jarril smiles at Kolya. "I'm his pa, ya think I wouldn't be here. I be about as much as I can and I'll make sure it's a fair bit." He nods and then makes his way back to sit down beside Harper's bed once more.

Kolya chuckles quietly and nods still pouring the soup into bowls, Waiting for someone to come and help deliver them...And then a small, Non-sick mouse comes and helps, getting a thanks from Kolya.

Flicktail says, "Oi lokes tammy, even if Oi doesn't knows im well...."

Harper reaches up to rub tiredly at his brow. "... The last thing I remember. Was. I was... when I left the room with..." He chokes out another cough, grimacing painfully.

"... wit' th' dead'n," Tam says quietly, climbing up onto the edge of Harper's bed.

Once the bowls are delivered, Kolya slowly goes over to Harper's bed but stays quiet for the moment.

Harper's drops his paw to his side again, looking from Tammy to Jarril to Kolya. His muzzle twitches. "... So this is what ya have t'do for a little attention 'round here. Heh," he jokes.

Jarril while he sits there mumbles something about not seeing his cousin for a few days and looks about the infirmary instinctively but can't see her. The hare relaxes again but it's soon replaced by concern with seeing Harper in the bed ill.

"Y' called me Micah," Tam tells his father, quietly.

Kolya doesn't chuckle at the joke but nods slightly. "well its working" he says quietly back to Harper. He turns away again and coughs hard into his arm before sighing and looking back

Jarril rolls his eyes as he jokes back. "Oh yes, I ran all the way from the mountain itself in a day just ta be here. Think I left a scone out on the top as well. Be a mad rush for that once the hares sniff that one out I can tell ya."

Harper smiles at his Dad, but both the cough from Kolya and Tameus' pronouncement wipe it away. He tries to speak, but falls into another coughing fit, this one extended. He shudders and grimaces, eyes clenching shut. "Agh," he chokes out.

Kolya looks at the buck. "You should really Stop talking...Save your Strength" and thats probably the best advice to anyone he ever gave.

Tameus furrows his brows and whimpers, helplessly, grasping onto Harper's arm. "Da'.."

Jarril slowly gets up and nods. "Aye, ya need ya rest. We come visit ya again later." The hare looks at Tam. "Come on, he needs his rest and some sleep. Ya can come visit him again later."

Tameus shakes his head. ".. no. I haft' stay wit' 'im..."

Kolya looks at Tam. "You really have to let him rest...He wont get better if you cant let him rest, okay?" He says. He's quiet still.

Tameus's lips move without sound, then he shakes his head again. ".. no. Nn-nn, no. 'e needs me."

The healer reappears when Harper starts coughing. Her hand steadies against his back. "I'll find you something for that cough. You about ready to get dried off?"

Harper's eyes remain tightly closed. He's struggling to contain another coughing fit. "... Don't. Don't want ya t'see me like this. Go. Go on," he chokes out. Gives a /hearty/ nod at the healer's question.

Kolya frowns. "He needs you to let him rest..." and He's just trying to help ."Tameus...come on.." he says quietly.

Jarril looks at Tam as he speaks softly. "Come on, do as ya da wants. Ya don't want ta be barred from coming here do ya?" The hare looks about. "After the healahs here giving ya a second chance ta come in and all, ya show ya good and responsible and they let ya in whenever ya want but ya have ta prove ya good. Ya da needs rest and sleep and no doubt ya do as well. Ya can see him later."

Kolya waits and looks at tam. "You can come back tomorrow okay?" he says. "I really need to talk to your father for a few moments while he's awake okay? Come on...Go with Jarril.." he caught the name while eves dropping once "..And He'll find you something to do...maybe make something for you dad to give to him tomorrow?" he suggests.

"No. Da'. Please," Tam begs, reaching out, grasping Harper's arm. "Don' sen' me 'way. 'll jus' sit 'ere, 'll let y' res'. Please. Y' stayed wit' me now I gotta stay wit' y'..."

Kolya looks at Harper and then to The healers. Some one has to Say something!

Harper's eyes close. "... Tomorrow. Tammy. Tomorrow, okay? I don't want you in with all the sick at night..." He grimaces, paw pressing to his forehead.

Kolya slowly looks to tam. "come on...Want to go play a game? Can help until you come tomorrow..." he says going to go to move Tam. Gently of course.

Tameus shudders and bites back a weak sob. ".. da'..." No one else is even acknowledged.

Jarril gets up and wipes his nose with a hankichief. "I'll be back t'morrow." He gets up and walks out of the room silently.

Kolya sighs. "Tam you promised me when we Came up here, that you would do as your told while here...Good Long Patrol officers dont go back on their word...dont make me think you wouldn't make a good officer" he says.

Tameus gives Kolya a hard look. "I said 'd be quiet," he sniffs, "an' I am. Da' I won' say nothin', 'll jus' sit 'ere. I jus' wann' be wit' y'..."

Kolya shakes his head. "you said to me You would do as your told...I promise your Dad will be alright...but You have to keep your promise to me...alright? Please?"

Harper "Please, Kolya..." Harper's eyes shift, imploringly, to the stoat. "I don't want him seein' this."

The healer comes to Harper with a small cup of some syrupy substance in her hand. "You're not out of the woods yet, Brother. Someone take the kid out."

Kolya looks to Harper and nods. "Come On tam...Last chance..you cant be here again tomorrow if you dont come with me..." He looks to the healer. "I've got this"

Tameus doesn't respond to Kolya. He leans up, hugging the wet-and-cold buck around the shoulders and kisses his cheek. "I love y'. Pr'mise y'll still be 'ere t'morrow?"

Kolya slowly puts a paw to tam's shoulder about ready to yank the kid away, but he lets him say good bye..he's not that heartless...But he shows he's ready to take Tam out.

Sivaine has been dozing, feverish and fitful, and slowly comes to with a series of blinks and general grimacing. What.

Harper's arm comes around Tameus' slowly, and the test of how weak he is is in the lightness of the hug. He kisses Tam's temple. "I promise. I do. Now go, Tam-love. I'll be here." He gives a shudder, eyes shifting to Kolya - and then the healer.

"Come on tam..lets let him rest" The stoat says, placing his other paw on Tam. "okay?"

Tameus finally releases his father and gets off the cot, looking back over his shoulder as he goes. "... an' eat y'r soup," he says, sniffs, and goes out.

Kolya smiles a bit and looks to harper. "You'd better get well soon. I dont know how much more Tam can take" he says, sighing a bit at harper. "Just..get better" The stoat turns and heads after tam.

The healer holds the little cup out to Harper, nodding to the door once Tameus is gone. "You were asking after him."

Harper watches them go, then turns his attention back to the healer with a tired nod. "... I'm glad he's okay." He takes the little cup, eyeing it. "What is it?" he murmurs.

Blink. Blink. Sivaine's ears flick; she's leaning against something. Someone. Some- ..oh. She's listening to the conversation going on between Harper and the healer, but her gaze wanders down to her fingers, still interlocked with Nathan's. "H'm," she murmurs.

"Laburnum syrup," the healer says. "Tastes like arse. Do /not/ swallow it or we'll have a whole 'nother set of problems. Swish a little around the back of your throat, it'll help the soreness and cough."

Harper hehs softly. He tilts the cup, pooling some of the liquid in his mouth. He swishes it, grimacing at the taste. He looks at the healer for an indication of when he's swished enough.

The healer holds out another, larger cup for him to spit it out into after a good half-minute of swishing. "You'll find talking a... heh. Interesting experience."

Harper spits. Some of the syrupy stuff dribbles down his chin. He wipes. Grimaces. Doesn't even /try/ to talk... He just lies back, eyes shut as he shivers, just about non-stop now.

The healer has another habit over her arm, having set blankets and towels nearby. "Now get up. I'll hold you steady," she says, arm extended to help him get out of the soggy, slushy bed.

Sivaine definitely averts her eyes at this point. Back to sleep!

Even more Coughing. Coughing..coughing..More..At the end of a coughing fit, Kolya comes back into the infirmary after leaving tam with darklett. he quietly moves to a cot next to harper's and coughs some more before laying down. "oy..." he grumbles quietly.

Harper finds it passingly difficult to stand. Heh. His whole body cries out, but he catches hold of the healer's arm. Pulls himself up. Rather undignified being soaking wet and habitless!

Kolya coughs some more but chuckles softly at harper, quietly turning away to leave the brother with some Dignity left in tact.

The healer just smirks slightly as she keeps Harper steady, helping him move a few steps and sit down in a chair near his cot. A towel is wrapped around him. "Dry yourself or do I have to do it?" she asks.

Kolya slowly yawns and gets sent into another Coughing fit. "Oh bloody heck, this will be annoying" he grumbles quietly.

"Siv?" That's right, there are /two/ Brennigs. A worried-looking Ardice pokes her head around the door frame, looking over the recovery room for signs of her errant sibling. She's been at work recently; her hair's loosely tied back and there's a smudge of dinner, or the makings of, on one sleeve.

Kolya continues to cough harshly every now and then. He hears a siv thing and points. "Over there asleep" he says quietly.

"Oh. Kolya?" Ardice blinks, then follows the pointing over to the cot where Siv is. ..where Siv and Nathan are. This just engenders more blinking, in a pretty, confused sort of way. "..oh. Well." More blinking. "Um."

Kolya looks over and coughs some more before sitting up. "Yes, Kolya...How can I help?" he asks with a small smirk.

Ardice edges a bit more into the room, and hey look, she's got her sketchbook with her. As always. She's just.. watching her sister, though, and her brow furrows as she tries to figure out what to say. (Siv, meanwhile, is dozing against Nathan's shoulder, blissfully oblivious. And unconscious.) "Well, she.. ... ..she. She hated him? I thought." Blink.

Harper hugs the towel around himself. He just stays like that for several seconds, shoulders huddled and shivering. "... No. No I c'n do it," he mumbles. And starts to do so.

Kolya shrugs. "LEft harper for him" he says quietly, so that harp cant hear that...he starts to cough hard...again before hming. "boy, I now know how harp feels" he grumbles.

The healer nods, glancing up at Ardice's entrance, then goes about stripping the wet sheets from the cot, leaving it to air-dry. The habit is offered to Harper to change into.

This news doesn't seem to surprise Ardice. She just makes a thoughtful little "Hm" in the back of her throat, and drifts closer to Kolya's bed, still watching. "I.. suppose she would, once she.. Siv, you don't tell me /anything,/" the younger Brennig remarks, more to herself than to the stoat. She shakes her head and offers one of her usual bright smiles.

Kolya glares at harper once or twice and quietly sighs before coughing more. "I hope they find a cure soon...I'm not a very strong sick beast" he sighs, sitting up and leaning against his pillow.

Harper takes the habit with a grimacing sigh. He throws it over his head, slowly putting his arms through the sleeves. "... Thanks," he murmurs.

"Is.. can I get you anything?" Ardice asks rather absently. Watching. Oh yes. She frowns ever so slightly at the two of them.

Kolya hms a bit and coughs. "I dont know...I need some beast to deliver a message to some beast for me somewhere...But I'm not sure if you could...." he says before thinking and coughing more.

The healer gives a slight nod. "We're running ... extremely low on supplies," she says to Harper, in a low tone, holding a blanket out to him as well.

"Well, is it in the abbey, or..?" Ardice is only half-listening, really. Her fingers curl around the edge of her sketchbook, rubbing at the binding.

Kolya shakes his head. "The roads. perhaps even the black gull..but I need somebeast to go...can you? or do you know anyone who may?" He asks, before hearing something about supplies. "I could gather some if you need" he says standing but falling back onto the cot after getting dizzy. "Great..."

The healer glances over, and gives Kolya a smile. "What you need to do is rest and recover, please," she says to him.

Kolya sighs. "Right....That I do...And to think, this morning i was fine..." he grumbles laying back down on the cot.

"The roads?" Ardice's brow furrows. "..the Gull? I wouldn't.. well, I always go with.. mm." Definitely a frown. "I'd say you might ask Siv now she's well, except she's.. not. Again." She brushes a long golden ringlet over her shoulder, and looks over to the healer for confirmation. "Does it really come on that quickly?" There's a note of anxiety in her tone.

Harper manages to right himself, so he at least looks dignified again! His head rests forward, though, a paw held to his head. "What are the numbers...? How many dead? Do you know?"

Kolya shrugs. "I dont know...but please, I need someone too..if you wont, can you please find somebeast who can?" He asks.

Ardice glances back to Kolya. "I could ask.. well, maybe someone in the kitchens might know, but wouldn't that spread things?"

Kolya shrugs. "I dont know but its Really important that I contact this beast..." he replies, slowly closing his eyes and coughing again. "Bah Humbug!"

The healer keeps her voice very quiet as she converses with Harper - too low to easily be heard by anyone else. "The kid earlier, he was the seventh. Three elders, two babies; two children and this morning a mouse died, probably your age. This is just ... getting more vicious as it goes."

The healer murmurs, "I don't know the numbers from the 67th."

Harper takes the news, well. Not so great. His ears flatten. He presses the palms of his paws against his closed eyes. "... It's everyone so packed together. /Why/ did it have t'be winter?" he mutters helplessly.

Kolya looks at harper and sighs. "dont worry harp...The abbey will find a cure soon..I hope" he says sighing.

Darcy says, "'cause that's when sickness happens."

Ardice purses her lips and glances briefly to the ceiling. "I think.. well, Kolya, I can try, but I don't.." She trails off, blinking once or twice. Frowns. Shakes her head.

Kolya hms. "Look, Its a really dangerous place, the gull...I wouldn't ask you to do it unless you really really wanted to...But I do need to ask that you find somebeast who will...please?"

Darcy lowers her voice again. ".. we need to have some sort of. Meeting. Brother Miles, the abbot. The Colonel. Today there were healthy beasts walking in and out..."

Harper presses his palms harder. Get rid of that headache, just /press/ it out! "The abbot isn't a healer. Brother Miles 'n' the Colonel, aye... Father Abbot should be there, though, I suppose." Oh, why make him think? His ears flicker at Kolya. He... nods.

Darcy's brows lift. "The abbot's ... well, the abbot. And he's smart. We've got a plague going through and we've got scarcely enough supplies to last... well." She hesitates.

"I couldn't." Ardice draws back a bit, looking unhappy. "I'll ask, Kolya, but I couldn't.." Her gaze flickers to Sivaine again.

Kolya slowly stands up and goes over to harper a bit wobbly. The stoat places a paw on The buck's shoulder and smiles a bit. "You should only worry about getting better for now. you have your son after all...besides, The abbey's hard at work looking for a cure..dont worry..." he smiles a bit, trying his hardest to comfort the brother. he nods to Ardice and hms. "But you must find...oh..I know someone..." he hms. "Could i get you to find Magramba for me? he's in the abbey somewhere"

Harper almost wants to shut out what the other healer says. The pounding of his head half does it for him, at least! "Don't. Don't call it a plague. You'll get everyone in a panic," he croaks. He looks up as Kolya arrives, paw on his shoulder. "You should be lying down, Kolya. Ya don't want t'feel like this, trust me."

Kolya looks back to harper. "hah. I used to be a pirate. Caught all sorts of things at sea...I'm used to it" he says as he fumbles back into bed.

"Magramba?" All right, this sounds safer. Ardice cants her head to the side. "Who is he..?"

Darcy gives Kolya a look. Says nothing. "Let's get you in the healer's dorm, alright? Your bed in there is all I can offer unless you want to sleep on a puddle."

Kolya hms and steadies himself as he lays down. "a squirrel...last i heard, he should be in the great hall unless he left there..."

Harper... shakes his head. "No. No, I don't s'pose I do." His voice is getting fainter and fainter.

Darcy reaches to take up the cup of syrupy stuff, other arm extending to help Harper get up. "Just. Don't. Fall on me again. You are rather /heavy/."

Kolya looks at ardice. "wha...when did you start spinning?" he asks.

Harper takes the paw, slowly but surely standing. He does sway a little bit, but he's minus a dangerously high fever! It's just, you know, moderately alarming, now! Yes. So he doesn't do any of that silly staggering stuff. He leans heavily on Darcy. "Try... not t'," he croaks out.

"..Spinning?" Ardice wrinkles her brow. "But I'm not.. um.. oh dear." She bites her lip. "Do you.. ah.." she looks over to Darcy, rapidly becoming quite out of her depth.

Kolya ohs and ahs before frowning and coughing some more. The stoat lays back and sighs. "I hate sick"

"Gemma," Darcy says, "will you see if you can take care of Kolya, please. I'll be just in here if anything catastrophic happens." She takes what weight Harper leans onto her, guiding him into the healer's dorm slowly.

The Novice Gemma helps, indeed! She bustles over to Kolya, smilingly. "I'll just get you some tea! You just need to rest. Bundle those blankets around you now, too!" And off the novice goes, to sort out the medicinal tea.

Kolya hms. "you know, If i were still a novice, I'd not have to do that..." he chuckles, quietly pulling the blankets over him.