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Post by MIRG on Jun 9, 2015 22:08:58 GMT -8
 SETTING: TEAM STATICE ROOM BZZ BZZ...
It started out as a soft buzzing sound, barely audible. Predictably, Grim was still deep in his slumber, absolutely motionless besides the rhythmic soft breathing. The sunlight was already filtering in through the window panels.
BEEP... BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP...
Just the standard beepings. Two minutes passed, and with great pain, the medic finally stirred in his sleep. Maybe if I just ignore it, it'll go away..., the german thought absent-mindedly. That's right, that's what snooze buttons were for. Whose alarm was that anyway? Clutching to his covers, he turned to the wall with slight annoyance lingering, resuming his sleep.
BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
Just as he was starting to get use to the default beeping, it reverted to an even louder, sharper noise that was difficult to ignore. Misery was written all over his face as he cracked an eye open after a long torturous 5 minutes of continuous beeping. Why wasn't anyone stopping it? Squinting down lazily, he noticed the two early risers were already missing from their bunks, leaving him and Amsteria still resting in their respective beds. He was half glad that the two older men were understanding of his sleeping habits... at least for today. Seeing that zero actions were taken, he flung a pillow at the opposite bunk with low, irritated grunts, "Shut it..." The sunlight wasn't that intense, and it was probably safe to assume that it wasn't 11a.m. yet. He had a late afternoon duty shift for once, and honestly... couldn't a man get some rest?
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 9, 2015 22:39:10 GMT -8
Dreams? There were no dreams. It was all just a dark, black, inky abyss of nothingness. Then from within the emptiness there was just this incessant sound.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
It cut through the darkness like a hot blade through butter, and Amsteria stirred slightly, pretty much not wanting to even believe it was there.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The sound continued on, getting a little louder with each passing beep. She was starting to realize that it was not actually make believe, and when an object bounced off of her she realized it was truly a real thing. She moved her left arm, patting around for her phone, which should be the origin of this monstrous beeping. Fumbling around with the body of the device, she finds the button and presses it to bring back the bliss of silence.
With that nagging sound gone, Amsteria resumes her dive into oblivion. It was a blessing that her bunk was completely out of the sun's way and shady. Makes it all the more cozier.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 9, 2015 23:16:19 GMT -8
His tense body relaxed as soon as the unholy noise was gone. Why did anyone ever chose that tone? Sure it was a fairly plain and direct sample that did its job... but why? Little irrational and silly questions popped in his mind but the comfort of his bed brought him back to rest.
... BZZ BZZ... BEEP... BEEP...
There was that hideous sound again...!! A scowl graced his features as he sat up abruptly in frustration. "Amsteriaaaaaa...." Grim growled, rubbing his eyes. Don't tell me she pressed the Snooze button instead of Dismiss..., he sighed in an exaggerated fashion. Was this karma from a while back? When he pasted the sticker on the fair-haired lady? Revenge?
Tossing his other pillow at her, the grumpy medic knew that he had to be up now. The residual ringing from the beeps had settled in his eardrums and it would only be uncomfortable to force himself back to sleep. Running a hand through his hair, he was quick to realise that this was an odd situation. She wasn't... the type who would sleep in. Even if she wasn't a morning person, she'd still be able to wake up before him on most days.
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 9, 2015 23:38:52 GMT -8
BEEP BEEP
Amsteria opened her eyes slowly, feeling pretty much very tired. The beeping was back? Did she press the wrong button? Her phone was quite straightforward, but perhaps she was the one being clumsy this morning. Fumbling around for the phone again, she pressed the button she believed would turn it off for good. There was a low growl behind her and another fwump from a thing thrown onto her bed.
Someone was having quite the field day making her a target for throwing practice. Whoever it was, it was badly aimed. With silence back in place, she closes her eyes and lets her mind drift again. In the back of her mind, she remembered that her alarm was always set...for what time? Was it 8 am? She was certain it was early, not too early, but always early enough to be her last call to work. She would always wake up before the actual alarm. It was conditioning from years of traffic jams.
Ah. That would mean she was late for work. Her body did not agree and refused to have any inclination to move. Lying down in whatever position she was in, with the lack of sunlight nonetheless, she just wanted to drift back to sleep.
Oh, she thought again. Could the person throwing pillows at her be Grim? Poor sod.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 10, 2015 1:09:37 GMT -8
With a yawn, he brushed the tip of his nose to rid himself of the drowsiness. Not entirely effective. Squinting back at the lady, she was still not budging and Grim was starting to wonder if she even know the time. At least she removed the terrible beeping sound.
Stretching a bit, the young man jumped off his bunk and dragged himself to the opposite one. With Shorinaga's bed as support, he held onto the guard rails, tapping Amsteria on her shoulder. Both his pillows seemed out of his sight. Did she hide them?, he wondered briefly before laughing at the silly thought.
"Pillows, Amsteria." The lack of stirring was beginning to bother him. Thus, the medic quickly tousled her already messy bed hair and hid behind the safety of the guard rails, hoping to get some response.
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 10, 2015 1:28:23 GMT -8
For what seemed like a long while, Amsteria lay with her eyes closed and in a state of dark stupor. All was swimming along until there were some thumps of feet and the foundations of her bed shaking. Some poking on her shoulder made her eyes flutter open, adjusting them to the dim wall deprived of the morning sun. Was it Grim again?
He was dragging the word 'pillows'. Was that what he had thrown at her? She squints without moving an inch, and sees the outlines of his green pillow covers wedged at the furthest corner of her bed. She would probably pick it up just to smack him with it, but...eh, she felt too tired to do that right now. This niche in the bed she has burrowed herself into from the night before was too comfortable to leave for any reason.
It must have been quite a while of her not moving, though, since Grim suddenly ruffled her hair. Oddly for Amsteria, the rough handling of her locks was enough to sting, and with a deep-throated grumble she curled up and pulled herself away from the guard rails that lined her bunk. Grim needs to go.
She just wants some more sleep.
"Go away," she grumbled, barely audible. Despite it feeling quite stuffy now, she pulls her blanket closer around her in an attempt to regain that snuggly niche she had been stirred from.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 10, 2015 1:55:03 GMT -8
Huffing a little, he was somewhat glad that she didn't opt for an aggressive approach. He wasn't going to let this slide of course. No, he wasn't. Not after her horrible alarm that shrunk his sleeping time. If he wasn't going to get rest, neither was she.
Taking in a deep breath, he tiptoed and leaned in further, tapping fingers on her shoulders. "Wake up, Amsteria~" He said casually with a carefree tone. Hmm, was it that warm? She seems to be sweating a little. "No can do~ Why are you still slee-- Woah!" Ruffling her hair once again, his fingers brushed against her heated temple. Was it his imagination? Her behaviour reminded him of some common symptoms and it wasn't a good sign. His playful intent was quickly replaced with professionalism. With a steady hold on her shoulder, the medic abruptly pulled her closer to the guard rails and rested his palm on her forehead.
"You're burning up." He stated sternly, with many concerns on his mind. But most important of all: How long has it been?
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 10, 2015 2:46:58 GMT -8
Amsteria's attempt to re-assume her lost niche was disturbed and utterly destructed when Grim pulled her shoulder and made her lie on her back. His hand was clammy, cold. Were they always like that? She would not know, considering she had never touched his hands. Through her tired haze, Amsteria heard him say something about another thing burning up.
Oh dear.Did she contract a fever? She has not been sick for years that she forgot what it was like to be sick. It was odd, though. Could it be something she ate? It was most likely something she ate. She frowned as she tries to recall whatever abomination of food she had risked ingesting to give her this fever. It must have been really bad.
"It's just a feeeveeerrr," Amteria mumbled to the fretting Grim, swatting his hand off weakly. She just needed some sleep. She was not giving a rat's ass regarding work right now, they always know where to find her. Just giver her a call or something if something urgent comes up. She mumbles aimlessly before turning on her side again and trying, once more, to find the comfortable niche under her blanket. She was so tired...
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Post by MIRG on Jun 10, 2015 5:07:49 GMT -8
Frowning at her weak attempt of swatting, the medic gripped firmly onto her wrist. "No." Her expression was listless and her pallid complexion kept him unnerved. Why didn't he notice? Shaking his head slightly, he muttered bitterly, "...hang on." Resting her hand down carefully, Grim went straight to his bunk cabinets to get out his kit. There were several boxes of different size but given Amsteria's case, the smallest one would suffice.
Stepping up, he patted her head lightly and added softly, "Don't worry, you'll be alright." Perhaps he was reassuring himself more than he was reassuring her. Inserting the ear thermometer, he asked, "What did you do yesterday? Was it the rain?" He wanted to ask more, but given her hazy state, it was probably against her interest to bombard her with endless queries.
BEEEP. 39.4 degrees.
High fever, he mentally noted. "...Are you allergic to ibuprofen?" He asked again, hesitantly. Scientific terms were still rather edgy and he hardly used them outside of work, especially not with his own team-mates... which he assumed to have zero knowledge on the terms. Maybe Amsteria might know... in the 21st century.
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 10, 2015 5:56:22 GMT -8
"Griiiiiimmmmmmmm," she dragged the name as he kept flustering around her. He was pulling his medical equipment out, taking her temperature. Well, that was standard, but then he starts asking questions in rapid succession. The young man really needed to slow down and to loosen up.
"It's probably...something I ate," Amsteria mumbled, still trying to pry herself from Grim and go back to sleep. She waved off the ibuprofen question. Paracetamol would do. And lots of sleep, she continues to think, but does not utter either to Grim. She could probably do with a wet towel on her head, actually. It was starting to get uncomfortable now with the presence of another person so close within her vicinity. Perhaps a little movement would do her good, and at least she would get some things done.
Grunting, she pushes her blanket off to give herself a boost of movement. Spirit was needed to defeat despiritation due to sickness, she thought to herself as she sits up. Amsteria's arm moves past Grim to pull one of her bunk drawers open, pulling out a face towel. This would do.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 10, 2015 20:22:52 GMT -8
Grim briefly checked the contents of the first-aid kit: There were rolls of bandages, a box of bandaids and other little tools reserved for abrasions. Not that they were particularly useful. "It's my job..." He muttered as a matter of fact, before pausing to check on Amsteria. She looked as if she was barely engaged in what he was saying, with only sleep as her sole purpose. Popping two pills from a bottle with no labels into his hand, he lightly nudged the lady to take it.
Ah. Food... It promptly reminded him that she needed to eat first. Retracting his hand quickly, he rested the tablets on their small table. She can't sleep yet, the medic grimaced, offhandedly thinking of what food could he get quickly so he could tend to her as fast as possible. Was he hungry too? Not really, given that the adrenaline was actually distracting him.
"What are you doing?" He squinted at her as she stirred. Gripping onto her wrist once again, the german shook his head as he removed the towel from her hand. Not on his watch. "Just tell me what you need, I'll get them for you for today." Holding onto the cloth, he wondered if he should help her with wiping too. With much hesitation and a little stiff motions, he gently dabbed the cloth at the sides of her face. By holding onto her wrist, it made it more convenient so she couldn't pull away entirely... like she always do.
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 11, 2015 4:52:00 GMT -8
Amsteria almost let out a small whine when Grim snatched the towel and started dabbing at her face while muttering about letting him handle stuff this time. She was determined that she could handle this on her own. It was just a hot head. As he continued to dab her forehead, she pouts. With her free hand, she swats off Grim's working hand and makes a grab for the towel.
"I need the towel to be wet, Grim!" she exclaims, on the edge of whining. She really just wanted to sleep, preferably with something cool on her head. Grim should really just go to the infirmary and work like usual. Nothing was going right.
Amsteria barely remembers the last time she had a bad fever. Perhaps it was when she was nary a year older than 10. From then on it had always been just light 'flu, headaches from working too long, from standing in the sun too long, coughs from the cold weather. She was always careful with her food as her parents had taught her to be so. She decided to risk it because she was already dead. Obviously, it was a bad choice on her part.
She tries to wring her other wrist from Grim's grip. For a boy with almost no additional strength, the grip was pretty solid. Unsuccessful at her attempt, she turns away and flumps back on her back in bed, her free arm resting on her forehead.
Nothing was going right.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 11, 2015 7:28:14 GMT -8
"No you don't." He iterated, in a slightly upset tone. She was starting to resemble a child who was refusing to eat their veggies. As a medic, he understood what she really meant, but professionally he wouldn't agree. The important thing was to get her dry first, before she heightens the fever. He had a standard procedure to follow: Eat > Medication > Fever Patch > Sleep, and he was not about to let her grumbling get in the way.
The medic almost felt bad at her struggling attempts, and he loosened his grip gradually. Sighing softly, he finally released her when she gave up altogether. Sometimes, adults were harder to deal with than children. At least children do listen at some point, Grim briefly thought. Still, probably no more rough handling.
Resting the towel on the guard rail, he promptly shifted and opened one of her drawers. Underw- With a sharp slam, he shut it instantly and proceeded to the next. Ah. There it was, the light and fresh new pyjamas. Taking out a random set, he set it lightly on her bed before nudging her. She ought to change out since she was perspiring so much, the young man thought as he jumped off Shorinaga's bunk. "Change up, Amsteria. Then stay where you are." His instructions were brief, but rather stern. He would reason with her, but the lack of food in his system was bringing his energy down.
Meanwhile, he would be out buying breakfast for both. Yes, that'll be ideal, the german thought to himself before exiting the room without a further word. Hopefully she won't be up to any shenanigans. The HQ was truly a mysterious place and he was a little glad that there was a bread store within brisk walking distance.
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Post by amsterdame on Jun 11, 2015 7:58:24 GMT -8
FINALLY.
Grim was fussing around before he produced a spare pair of pyjamas from her drawers. He then proceeded to advise her to wear it and leaves. Amsteria peeked past her guard rails at the closing door. Quickly, she sat up and grabbed the towel from the railing, and carefully climbed down her bunk.
It did not hurt to walk around. Slight scrapes felt like they were ten times harsher, but she was determined to get at least a wet towel. She slipped out of the room, looking for any signs of the blonde German. It felt good to be up and about, instead of just lazing off in bed looking for a niche that certainly was no longer there. She forced herself to walk briskly to the restrooms at the end of the hallway. Her methods probably differed from Grim's quite greatly. While he seemed to prefer doting, she would much rather fight the sickness and raise her body's metabolism. Call it persistence, but then she was hardy.
She turned a faucet on, splashing the lukewarm water on her face, through her hair, her arms. Thankfully she only had a temperature, and not a runny nose. There felt like the onset of a sore throat, and she thought of getting some herbal tea for that later on. For now, she shook her head to dry her hair, regretting it a moment later as her head throbbed. Amsteria ran the water through the towel as well, squeezing excess water out of the fabric. Feeling much more refreshed, she walked back to the room.
Seeing that Grim was not back yet, she went in and tied the wet towel around her forehead. Ah...that feels so cool, she mused. Climbing onto Shorinaga's bed like how Grim had, she sorted her bed covers...and decided to take his advice and change. Dumping the used pair at the end of her bed, in some corner, she went on to chuck Grim's pillows back into his own bed and opened the window.
The sunlight was strong, but she decides to sit at the window seat for a little while.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 12, 2015 7:31:51 GMT -8
Holding small bags of groceries, the medic contemplated on his decision. He knew where the bread store was, but walking anywhere without his phone was a potential maze to him. Thus, the convenience store was the best place after all. Several sandwiches were bought, since he wasn't sure of her preferences. Of course, she didn't have much of a choice (and appetite, he presumed), given that she was the patient.
As he returned to the dorm room, the german was in utter dismay to find the lady away from her covers, with a silly towel wrapped around her forehead. Sauntering slowly towards her, he gently removed the towel with an entirely unamused expression, then promptly slapping on the icy cold fever gel patch that he had purchased from the convenience store on her forehead. This was exactly the reason why they needed a proper fridge, Grim mulled over the inconvenience. He did it in full intent to wake her, even though he was struggling internally for disturbing the snoozing ill apprentice.
"Sorry about that, but you need to eat." He stated in an almost unapologetic manner. Afterall, she had defied his instructions and clearly left the room. The wet towel and slightly damp hair was a dead giveaway, and he was more concerned than angry. People who were unwell had higher chances of blacking out, he grimaced at the terrible scenario.
But what's done is done. With a soft huff, he passed her several sandwich wedges with different ingredients. "I'm not sure which one you like, but just take any you like. I'll eat the rest." Grim continued in a much more dulcet tone. It wasn't his intent to intimidate or tyrannise Amsteria afterall. Setting a bottle of orange juice beside her, he leaned on the wall while waiting for her to pick.
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