Gwen
Gwen weakly raised her arm and reached for the phone. Through blurry vision, she somehow managed to dial Mordred's number in, her fingers feeling heavy, as they fell to the key pad. She brought the phone up to her ear and sighed as she let her arm drop, thudding heavily onto her stomach.
"Mordred?" she said quietly.
Mordred
"Hey," Mordred said quietly. He didn't feel too well...sluggish and apathetic, like it was all too much trouble. "That you Gwen love?" He laid back on his bed again. "You alright?"
Gwen
"I feel sick," Gwen murmured. "It hurts to breathe."
She rolled over slowly, feeling waves of nausea hitting her in full force, so she sat up, weakly using her arms to hoist herself up on the bed. She looked at her feet to see the strange movements from under her skin again.
"I think... something is wrong."
Mordred
"Do ya want me to come and get ya? Might be better if you're sick to be around other people," Mordred suggested. "I could take care of you, love, and Dr McCoy is an bloody good doctor."
Gwen
"Yes please... I've been alone, and I've been blacking out."
Gwen's head was aching again, and she lifted a weak arm to massage her temple.
Mordred
"Yeah...felt that. Wasn't sure what it was, but it did worry me some. Coming now. See ya in a few." Mordred hung up, and teleported to her side. "Gwen love?"
Gwen
Gwen could see his silhoutte standing over her. She rubbed her eyes again, hoping to clear them, and have her vision return to normal.
"I need some clothes," she said, standing up, her legs trembling as she stumbled over to her dresser. She let her legs give out and she collapsed to the floor.
"Could you...?"
Mordred
Mordred swooped to pick her up, and cradled her in his arms before laying her on the bed carefully. "You stay on the bed. I'll get ya a bag packed." He started doing that, folding her clothes and packing them neatly. "Gwen, ya really ought to have called me before this if you were this bad..."
Gwen
"I thought it was just a cold or something," Gwen replied sleepily. She curled up tightly and waited for Mordred.
"I thought it would get better with just sleep, but it didn't."
Mordred
"Yeah, know that feeling. You need to take better care of yourself, love," Mordred scolded as he moved into her bedroom to get some of her toiletries.
Gwen
"I'm sorry, you felt it all, didn't you?"
Gwen hugged herself weakly, shivering again, but also sweating. She hoped these temperature fluctuations would stop soon.
Mordred
"Not all of it. Enough to worry me, but not enough that I came charging up here. Which I should've done. Idiot," Mordred berated himself. "I think I got everything." He zipped up the bag and put it over his shoulder as he walked over to the bed.
Gwen
Gwen slowly sat up, rubbing her head again. She glanced down at her feet again, hoping they wouldn't do the weird thing they'd been doing. They weren't, but her stomach was. It looked like there was something desperately trying to get out of her body. She held her stomach and a second later, it returned to normal.
"Something really odd is happening, and I don't understand it. Hopefully Dr McCoy will know what's wrong with me."
Mordred
Mordred looked at her with real worry in his eyes. "I hope so." He lifted her up into his arms, and then concentrated and 'ported to his room. "Here, you lie on the bed, and I'll get Dr McCoy." He assissted her to it, shooing Faolan out of the way.
Gwen
Gwen nodded, her head feeling heavier by the second. She rolled over and pulled the covers over her.
She still felt sick, but she felt a little better knowing someone was there helping.
Mordred and Faolan
Faolan whined slightly, then padded up the bed to Gwen to look at her worriedly. He whined again, then tucked himself up into a little ball across her stomach.
Mordred left to go get Hank. He walked slowly down the halls, feeling like he was swimming through water. He put a hand to his forehead briefly, before opening the lift and descending to the lower levels.
Gwen
Gwen reached over slowly and petted Faolan lightly, then returned her arm, which was trembling under the covers. She felt her stomach start to move again, and she placed a hand over it, in hopes to stop it.
Mordred and Faolan
Faolan yipped quietly, then shook slightly. She smelt sick and off. He tried to soothe her empathically, shape smoothly sliding into his feline form.
Mordred entered the labs. "Dr McCoy? Could you come up to my room please? Gwen's there, and she's sick, and I don't want to move her again."
"Just let me get a few things together," Hank said soothingly as he did so. "Let's go then."
"Alright." The two of them headed up to Mordred's room.
Gwen
Gwen held her stomach and let out a moan. It was still moving.
"Ugh."
She felt nauseous and she was sweating, yet she still felt cold.
Mordred and Faolan
Mordred and Hank entered the room. The teen moved forward to lift Faolan off the bed. The kitten mewed briefly in protest.
"Faolan."
Faolan shut up. That tone meant this was serious.
"Gwen, could you describe to me what has been happening?" Hank asked carefully as he set up the equipment he needed to make a prelimanary diagnosis.
Gwen
Gwen's eyes were unfocused as she tried to look at Dr McCoy's face.
"Uh... everything's blurry, I've been blacking out and uh..."
She pulled the sheet down to show him her stomach which was still moving.
"This started in my feet, but moved up here."
Mordred
Hank blinked slightly, the only sign of his immense shock. "Do you mind if I..." He looked at her for permission before touching her.
"Bloody hell, Gwen!" Mordred said, his shock a lot more evident.
"Is the skin more sensitive where this...occurence shows itself?"
Gwen
Gwen nodded slowly.
"It kinda feels like it's burning."
She looked at Mordred through bloodshot eyes.
"It only started yesterday. I think."
Hank
"As you say..." Hank murmured as he got a thermometer out. "Please, hold this in your mouth for a bit."
"Gwen, love..."
Gwen
Gwen opened her mouth and accepted the thermometer.
"Sorry," she said to Mordred.
Mordred and Faolan
"Don't talk," Hank scolded lightly.
"Gwen, I'm just sorry I didn't come get you sooner. I'm mad at me, not you," Mordred explained. Faolan whimpered slightly in distress, and Mordred let him down. "Go find Vort or something, ok, whelp?"
Faolan nodded and ran fleetly out the door.
Gwen
Gwen obediently stopped talking and waited for Dr McCoy to take the thermometer from her mouth.
Hank
After a bit, Hank removed the thermometer from Gwen's mouth. He frowned briefly at the reading. Only a few degrees over what it should be... "Say aah," he said as he got out a tongue depressor. He wasn't sure of what exactly he could do. This looked to be beyond what medical science at this point could do.
Gwen
Gwen opened her mouth, shivering.
"Aaahhh."
She felt like an idiot, but if this is what it was going to take to get her better, then she'd gladly do it a thousand times.
Her stomach started moving again and she moaned.
Mordred
Hank quickly saw that there were no signs of anything wrong with her throat. He frowned and put the tongue depressor in a bin. "Well, there's nothing wrong with your throat," he observed.
"So, any ideas?" Mordred fidgeted.
"When I've finished, I'll tell you," Hank said. He was quite perplexed as to what was wrong. "I'll need a blood sample..."
Gwen
Gwen lifted an arm feebly and looked away so she wouldn't see any sorta of needles.
She let out an ironic laugh.
"I love how the one thing I'm afraid of is a needle. Pathetic."
Mordred
"Wouldn't say that," Mordred said as Hank got out a needle to take her blood. "I know Willow's afraid of frogs. Spike's very informative."
"Clench your fist please," Hank asked as he swiped the area he would insert the needle with a local aneasthetic.
Gwen
Gwen clenched her fists and closed her eyes.
"Owwie, owwie, owwie."
Mordred
Hank got the blood he needed and carefully put the vial away in his bag. He put the needle into another container, intending to dispose of it once he got down to the Medlabs into a proper disposal unit. "Well, that's basically all I can do for now. You'll need to wait for the results of the blood test."
"Ok." Mordred nodded as the blue furred medico moved away from Gwen's bed. He sat down on the edge of it as Hank left. He reached out to smoothe the hair from Gwen's forehead. "We'll get through this, love, you'll see."
Gwen
Gwen nodded and leant her head onto Mordred's shoulder.
Well, her head basically fell onto his shoulder.
"What if he can't find anything? Thank you for being here."
Mordred
"He's already working on the Legacy virus, so maybe it's something like that. McCoy is a damn good doctor and scientist," Mordred said reassuringly. "And Dr Grey can help him as well, and he has contacts in the medical and scientific community. He'll find a way to beat it." Mordred kissed her forehead. "You don't need to thank me for being here. I love you."
Gwen
"I just feel like an idiot."
Gwen wrung her hands together.
"If I hadn't taken that stupid job, because stupid Mark asked me to, and then he set me up, the stupid bastard..."
She hiccupped.
Mordred
"Sometimes...sometimes you trust people you shouldn't," Mordred said carefully. He quickly tamped down the surge of jealousy he felt when he head Mark's name. "He's dead now though."
Gwen
"Good."
Gwen nodded in satisfaction.
"He was an asshole. And a terrible thief."
She gave a wry smile.
"Well, in comparison to me. Of course."
Mordred
"Of course," Mordred said dryly. "Anyone just plain can't compare to the glory that is Gwen. But yeah. Dead now. As are a lot of other people. They weren't counting on me." He smiled wolfishly.
Gwen
"Yeah, I'm the sun, and you all revolve around me."
Gwen grinned and hugged Mordred with limp arms.
"Thank you... I love you," she whispered.
Mordred
"Not a problem, angel, not a problem at all..." Mordred closed his eyes briefly and wished he could believe her as he hugged her back. "You get some rest, yeah?"
Gwen
Gwen slid down Mordred's body and lay down on the bed, curling herself up into a ball again.
"Night," she said softly.
Mordred
"Night. Sleep well, ok, love?" Mordred said softly, then managed to get his boots off before lying down next to her on top of the covers. He sighed to himself, before closing his eyes, tired out from all the teleporting he had been doing lately.