Russell Cymbeline/logs/Snow Bear Clan
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Note: This scene is connected to the Age of Origin TP. The Snow Bear Clan establishes some camaraderie. It's a continued log from Turf Wars
[Moira(#12068)] Moira sits down at the end of one of the two gurneys in the smaller room, leaving room to share it if others aren't wanting to stay down on the floor. She gives Russell a small, tired smile as he hands over food, but she eats it slowly, small bites, and grimaces between them as if eating isn't the easiest thing for her to manage, even if her growling stomach means her body is wanting the food. <English> [Kirsten(#15442)] The penny drops, and Kirsten is crestfallen. "Oh. Bears." Not bares. She hunches her shoulders and keeps her gaze down at the floor, shamed in her misunderstanding. She scuffles her feet and gnaws half-heartedly at her steak, then drops the bloody fat and bone onto the floor. She sidles into a corner that she makes her own, curling up in a foetal-like ball and watching the others warily until she drifts off to a fitful, restless sleep. <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan considers that. "More bears, more territory." An expression comes across his face like he has an idea. And he quickly scampers out of the room, only to return a minute later with pieces of a brown tedy bear. He holds up the body and the head. "Ethan has bear!" He frowns and then says, "Ethan's bear died." <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell watches Moira, concern starting to get through the fog of the regression. He stands again and moves over to stand next to her, rubbing her back gently. "Transfusion..." He murmurs, insistance in his voice. Then he looks back at Ethan, grinning. "Yes! We fix! Russell was doctor." He goes over to take the bear from Ethan, carrying it to the counter to lay it out. He blinks a bit, having a hard time with the way his eye is all swollen up. "Needle. Thread." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira finishes about a third of her steak, and then sits the plate aside for Russell. She takes one of the blankets from the bed and moves to drape it over Kirsten so the woman doesn't get too cold on the hospital's tile floor as she sleeps. Then she goes to rummage through the supply cabinets until she finds a suture kit. She approaches Ethan and his headless bear, and stops about two feet away from him, close enough to be in arm's reach, but not so close as to invade his space. Her gaze finds his as she looks up at him and asks him, "I'm a nurse. May I try to fix your bear, Ethan?" And then Russell is offering the same thing, and she reaches a hand out to him as she tells him just as softly, "Russell's not a doctor any more. You're our security. You keep me safe. You keep our bears safe. I'll fix them." There's an unspoken 'I'll fix you' added by the look in her eyes, but she's not brave enough to say it out loud. <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan looks from Russell to Moira. He exhales slowly, then looks back at the door. He offers the bear to Moira. "Ethan trust I Russell. Ethan like Moira. Moira feed Ethan meat. I Russell and Moira fix bear for Ethan?" <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell looks over at Moira and there's a flicker of pain that crosses over his face when she reminds him that he's not a doctor anymore. He looks down, then moves back. "Moira fix." He says to Ethan, resignation in his voice. "Russell watch." The man goes to sit on one of the beds, laying back and keeping his eye on the doorway. The two hard punches from Rodney are really starting to swell up now, the left side of his face around his eye very swollen. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira takes the bear and the suture kit, and with a practiced hand she quickly stitches the head back onto the body of the brown teddy bear that Ethan took apart earlier in the week. She carefully gets stuffing put back in, and makes sure the stitches are hidden by seams before she ties off the thread and then bites the end of it off rather than looking for medical shears. She then tosses the brown bear towards Ethan with a smile before returning to the cabinets through which she'd earlier rummaged. She gets out a cold chemical pack, and bursts the core, shaking it before handing it over to Russell as she tells him, "Put that on your eye. It will help." She then grabs a glass of milk for herself, and her plate, and the steak is offered over towards Russell as well, though without any words as she's too busy sipping at the milk through the straw. Seems liquids are more easily handled than solid food. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] The door is shoved open and Cameron steps inside. He's lost his tank top somewhere and is wearing a pair of black pajama pants, sweaty from some kind of recent athletic interlude. His head is tilted back and he is CHUGGING from a carton of milk. It's getting everywhere. He doesn't give a shit. He's thirsty, and well, he would be... <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan is in scrubs, or the bottom pants anyways. His chest is bare, and he's sweating from fever. A rash completely covers his left side, starting at just below the jaw. Ethan moves back so that his back is against the wall and sits down. When Cameron comes in, he growls a little, looking from Russell to Moira. He points at him. "Who dat?" Assuming the duo must know the newcomer. <English> [Russell(#10734)] In the Snowy Bear and Pink Bear clan room, the Bear Goddess seems to be running the show for the moment while Russell Snow is sitting on a bed watching the doorway. Ethan just got his repaired brown bear back, stitched back together via suture kit. Russ takes the cold pack from Moira when she hands it over, heeding the instructions and pressing it against his very swollen eye. When the door opens, Russ sits up and grins. "Cameron! Join! Snow Clan. Safe here." Then he snags a piece of steak from the plate Moira gave to him and pops it in his mouth. While he's chewing he scratches at his chest rigorously. He point towards Ethan over in the corner, "Ethan." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira looks up at Cameron as he arrives, particularly once Ethan is asking for an introduction. And it actually takes her a moment to place the face with the stubble and milk, and sweat. He's definitely had better looking days. Then again, so has she. "Hey, Cameron. Welcome to Club Ursa." She points to Russell as she adds, "Major," then to Ethan with a, "Minor." Then she sighs and sits down at the foot of the bed Russell is on as she asks, "Don't suppose you're still having sane conversations, or are you one of the point and grunts, too?" Her voice sounds as exhausted as she looks, she just can't make herself play nice and polite any more. Particularly now that she's got a door that locks and people whom she at least mostly semi-trusts inside of it. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron's throat rises and falls as he simply chugs away. Milk spills over his jaw and splaces down in waves over his tattoos. Unable to breathe any longer, he lowers the carton of milk and takes a few deep breaths in, having just drank until tired. He nods upwards to Russel and presses his tongue to the inside of his jaw, and then spits towards the wall. He makes a face. Whatever it was he just spat tasted -horrible-. "I'm hanging on." He says, eyebrows lowered as he casts a glance back to the door. He steps further in and moves to lean against a counter, pulling open cabinets and starting to rifle through supplies. He's making a mess. "If I go back out there I'm gonna fucking hurt Kilbride. I hate him. A lot. I just left Cody in another room." He lowers his head, looking back to the three. "Probably a bad idea. Moira fuck are you INFECTED?" <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan yells "Fuck!" Then, he scratches his shoulder and keeps looking at Cameron. Now he's just repeating stuff that he hears other people say that might be of interest. Though, he's keeping a close eye on Moira, since she's fixing his bear. He picks up the bone that used to be his steak and starts gnawing on it. "Hungry." He almost sighs. "Thirsty too." <English> [Russell(#10734)] As Moira and Cameron start going on in full sentences, it's just a bit too much for Russell to soak in and all he hears is mostly jabbering. He lays back on the bed, adjusting the icepack on his face and yawning hugely. He's tired. His body is fighting it's own battle on top of the one that he picked with Rodney earlier. "Cody. Bring here. Safe." He says around the yawn, then lifts up the half of steak that's still on his plat and tosses it in Ethan's direction. "Eat." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira sighs softly at Cameron's question and nods. She moves her hand to unzip her hoody a few inches now that she no longer needs the jacket to keep hold of the pink and white teddy bears in Russell's possession. It lets Cameron see the flame shaped rash that covers her left collarbone before disappearing beneath the jacket's edge. It almost makes the lotus tattoo on her sternum appear to be on fire. And then, the sounds of jabbering gets worse as she switches from English, "............................ ............................. ............................. ............................. ............................. ............................. .............................. ............. ..................................." She points to the second bed in the room, the empty one since she and Russell are sitting on the same one and Ethan and Kirsten are on opposite corners of floor, "............................ ...................................." <Arabic> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron looks between the three of them, casting an angry, conflicted look at the constant mentioning of food and Cody being safe there. He sets his milk down and slams one of the cupboard doors shut, not finding what he's looking for. He bites back a curse and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, eyes closed. "............................. ..................................... .................................... ..................................... ...................................... ............. ................................" He snarls, looking back to the door and then brings the plastic wrist-band to his teeth and gnaws on it, feeling a large part of his brain receding from him. "............................. .......................... ............." He starts to pace, hands atop his head. <Arabic> [Cameron(#14110)] "Russell. I'm good. She's good. Just...having...a hard time thinking." His eyes start to un-dilate, and he starts to bead sweat. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira doesn't bite back her curse, though it's probably not something most notice. "......................" She sighs as she finally has the freedom to facepalm, and thus does. "........" She points to the empty bed. "..................... ...................... ............................ .......................... ......................" She points again, and her gaze holds his directly, looking serious, "............. ........................... .......................... ..................................." (need to switch languages, second pose coming) <Arabic> [Moira(#12068)] Moira then looks at Russell, and tells him, "Russ? Need white bear. You keep pink bear and Cameron. Keep Cameron." She stands up from the bed she's sitting on with him, then leans in and kisses Russell's forehead if he lets her, adding, "Need medicines. Back soon." <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell looks over at Cameron at his name and gives the man a nod, albeit slowly. "No think. Relax." He says, grinning. "Safe now. No Kilbride." Yep, he got a beating, but he *did* get Rodney out of the territory. That's a success in his book. Then something occurs to him, dully, "Meds. Yes. Need meds. Get smokes." The kiss to his brow produces a fond smile from the man, it seems he's not thinking about their recent fight anymore. "Okay. Careful." <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Thoroughly understanding what Moira is saying, Cameron bares his teeth to the wall and shakes his head, holding back a steady rage that's one part disappointment and two parts drug-hungry. He blinks hard and puts his hand to his stomach, stumbling the rest of the way over to the empty bed. He gets a hip onto it and shoves himself hard until he hops up onto it. Bringing a knee up, he wraps an arm around it and casts a sweaty grin over at Russell. "Good to see you alive. Gotta get the band together again." He laughs softly against the chill to his body from the sweat. Teeth chattering, he whips his head around as a large, caveman howl sounds from the room next door. He flinches at a poster of the human digestive system and just barely avoids falling away from it. Whatever he just saw...it wasn't pretty. "Okay, Moira..." He says, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "Dr. Daniels and Ehime cleared me for the opium. Just name drop them. My last dose was yesterday and I'm starting to get stomach cramps." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira picks up the white bear Russell entrusted to her, leaving her pink one there with him on the bed. Snowbear property is on the move, at least temporarily. She slips out the door, and after that, Maude only knows what happens to her. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell takes the pink bear and wraps his arm around it, holding it close on one side while he keeps the ice pack on his eye with his other hand. He gives Cameron a grin, "Yes. Alive. Band good. You sing. I smile." He says with a snicker. Then he glances towards the doorway that Moira disappeared through, worry flashing across his face. Will she be safe? Will she come back? He waits, for now. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] Ripley is wandering about the area that they are stuck in. His arms are folded across his waist and he sighs deeply as he walks about. Every now and then he reaches behind him and gives his back a good scratch or pauses to rub against the corner of a wall. He comes into the area where the others are and gives a nod. "Hello." He says quietly, "Hell of a place to be, yes?" Trying to make conversation. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] There's Posh Cameron, Street Cameron, Business Cameron, Public Relations Cameron, and many, many other variations of the Cameron Dasari line. However, today Cameron is Very Sick Opium Addict Cameron. With one leg dangling over the floor from his seat on one of the hospital bed, he's brought his chest to wrap a tattooed arm around it and hug it to his body. With the sound of a new voice in the room, he lifts his head and centers his sweat-burning eyes on Ripley and a choked sound catches in his throat. His hand balls into a fist and his eyes focus on Ripley, not sure whether to believe what he's seeing. His lips tug and he holds back a retch and then lowers his head so that his eye-socket rests on his kneecap. "Oh fuck this. Fuck this, Russ. There's more of me." He runs a hand through his hair and rocks back and forth, sweating heavily as he nears the point of detox. "More." <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell's attention is snagged by Ripley when he wanders in, and the man gives him a long, silent stare from his unswollen eye. He glances over at Cameron for a moment, but then his focus is right back on Ripley. "You join clan. Snow Bear Clan. Or you go. Deal? Moira Bear Goddess. You stay, you help guard clan." Someone has regressed badly. He sits up, carefully setting the pink teddy bear to one side. Then the ice pack is lowered and he reaches to pull off his shirt. It's itchy. Very itchy. The rash has spread all over Russell's torso now and he starts scratching at it impulsively. He's adding dozens of scratches over a tapestry of past scars that riddle his flesh, cuts and gashes that healed poorly, old scar tissue, gouged flesh that is permanantly altered in pigment... Prison wasn't kind. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira isn't gone for too long, though it's probably ten minutes or so. There's an old-fashioned black leather doctor's bag when she returns, carried in her right hand. A bright, snowy white teddy bear is clutched in her left hand. She's a bit out of breath when she returns, and some rather unsavory remarks follow her in through the doorway as she kicks it shut behind her and clicks the lock. And then... Shit. Full hands preclude the facepalm yet again. All she can do is lean back against the door to catch her breath, and pray to Maude war doesn't break out among the bear clan. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] "They're tribes now, mate." Cameron says beneath gritted teeth, sweating easily through the black fabric that tightens at the knee of his pajama pants. He lets out a little laugh and tilts an eye up to Ripley, having to blink again to really believe that the man looks a close resemblance to him. "Russell's telling you to swear to protect the lass or bounce." Another ragged laugh follows before he lowers his head back to his knee. "...and you're damned right I'm handsome. You know any Dasaris from Beaumonde?" He turns his head, opening his eyes to Russell. "I'll protect, Russell. Just..I'm not gonna be all he--" He starts and then lifts his head to the door as Moira comes back. His eyes fall to the bag in her hands, eyes tracing it with an immediately greedy look to his face. "Fuck, Moira, you wouldn't believe what I'm seeing. Did you get it?" <English> [Russell(#10734)] Ripley's response has Russell scowling. "No nonsense." He says, irritation building in his voice. The ice pack is tossed aside along with his t-shirt and Caveman Cymbeline slides off the bed onto his feet, his gaze locked on Ripley. "You go. Now." He says in a hard voice, moving towards the door. That's when Moira returns and Russell looks at her in startlement for a moment before he reaches for her wrist to try and pull her out of the way. "Moira stay. Ripley go." He looks at Rip again and points to the door expectantly. It seems that Cameron's attempts to translate had little bearing on Russ's mindset. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] Ripley looks to Russell and shakes his head, "Of course I will protect her." The man stands up as straight as he can, "Ripley stay as far as whatever this tribe nonsense is." He states with a bit of an eye twitch and a glance to Cameron. "I have met some in passing I would say. The Verse is a very small place. Ripley Keefe, companion of House Daska." As he tries to bring some civility back to his life before looking back to Russell and he even growls a little, that is until he realizes what is happening and shakes his head quite vigorously. "Okay. Back to the world, Rip." He flashes a gaze to Moira and blows out a breath, "I could sure use you right now." He speaks, soft and pained. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira lets Russ tug her to him, and lifts to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. But then she's sliding free of his grip as she tells him, "Moira Stay. Ripley Stay." She looks to the locked door and says, "Bears outside fighting. White bear needs Ripley. Ripley more bears for Snow." Fuck. Is this really what language has come to? "Moira give medicines." She offers the white bear to Russell, "Russell keep bears." And then she turns to Ripley, and her eyes are apologetic and pleading, all at the same time, pointing to the corner between Kirsten's and Ethan's as she adds, "Ripley watch brown bear (Ethan's teddy) and make sure no bear fights." She's trusted him with her teddy bear her entire life. She has to hope he can remember that enough now to trust her with the ones currently being juggled for territorial claims. At least no one's peeing any more. She takes the medical bag to the counter and takes out a syringe with a pre-loaded dial for doses. "The Book doesn't keep straight opium on hand, Cam, and if I dope you up too badly it will make you sicker. But I've got enough dilaudid to keep the edge off, and to ease you off the opium so you won't hit withdrawl." She watches him from across the room as she tells him, "But if you fuck with my dosing, I'll strap you down to this bed and you'll get nothing else. You're going to have to trust me. Deal?" <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron keeps a wary eye on Russell and Ripley, but the focus of his addiction is in the room, and the taste of bile at the back of his throat is enough to make him a hungry, hungry man. "I uh...got caught with a bunch onto the Guan. They were letting me smoke it a little there." It's his explanation as a bead of sweat falls from his brow to his angle. "Sure, yeah, whatever I won't fuck with your bag just, I saw some tubing in the third drawer from the left." He turns his arm to the side, ready and anxious for her. "I'm Cameron Dasari. UDC Director at my finest moment." Cameron replies to Ripley, throwing in his best, most exhausted sarcasm. "You all never saw me here. Russell?" He lifts his head, his pupils growing wider. "Russ c'mon, mate. Be cool." <English> [Russell(#10734)] "No!" Russell says with a sudden flare of aggression, not taking the bear from Moira. He's still watching Ripley. "Ripley go! NOW." He says firmly, advancing on Keefe with a murderous look in his eye, "I protect Moira!" Whatever else Moira is saying is lost to Russell as he rushes at Ripley and throws a sloppy punch at the companion, trying to deck him with all the grace and style of a drunken mule. Definitely not cool, is Russell. He's burning with fever and some kind of rage being fueled from somewhere. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] "Pleased to meet you." Ripley responds to Cameron and then does a quick dodge of the punch to his face. "What the hell?" Ripley speaks and glares towards Russell. "What is wrong with you?" As the companion winces and steps back and away from the others, "Calm yourself. I would never hurt Moira. I made a vow to not. I made a vow to protect her." He gives a shake of his head, clearing it before he looks to Russell, a fire beginning to get past the companion training now, "And I will if you don't back off." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira doesn't need any tubing, just the IV kit that she has in the bag. She slips the syringe of dilaudad (no needle) into her cleavage, and then grabs a rubber tourniquet as well, moving over to the bed Cameron is on. She looks up at the sloppy punch even as she's looping the rubber around Cameron's forearm, and she starts slapping at the back of his hand as she screams, "HEY!" Her glare is focused directly on Russell as she tells him, "Snow bear peaceful! No punches! Moira leave if punches. Punchers live with Rainbow Blight!" Her gaze lowers from Russell as she opens the IV kit and then retrieves an alcohol swab from within, rubbing it over one of the veins in the back of Cameron's hand, making sure with a fingertip that she doesn't feel the rubbery bounce of scar tissue or a valve as she chooses where she wants to place her needle. She inhales sharply as Ripley mentions vows, as if it's her who has been punched, but all she can do is shake her head as she lifts the needle setup from the kit and jabs it into Cameron's skin, getting a heplock set up as she prays the other two behave themselves. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron winces as the needle cuts in deep and the IV is set. A little...disappointed to see the IV bag, he shamefully lets his eyes go dark and grim and lets out a sigh of relief when he knows that the drugs are coming back to his body. "................................. ..................................... ............................................. ..............................................................." He explains to Moira, and then brushes his free hand through his sweaty hair, turning his shoulder defensively towards Russell and Ripley, so that if they come crashing his way, they'll not get in the way of all of the needles and opiates. "..........................................................." <Arabic> [Russell(#10734)] Russell staggers, a bit off-balance from the off-kilter punch that misses. As he recovers he's distracted momentarily by Moira's shout, but Ripley's words pull that primitive anger back. "No good!" He growls and swings at Ripley again with another reckless punch, emotions overwhelming the disease-scorched man. "Out! Now! No room for Ripley!" <English> [Noah(#19668)] Noah manages to come in a room and heads for a corner. He views what he will eventually become. Blood still trinkles from the back of his head, staining the hazmat suit. The front is ripped and evidence of pricks spots stain his shirt, his arm the sleeve too is ripped and there is evidence of blood. Victor's doing. Sypher did the pricks. As for his head, that was from being thrown and him landing on medical supply tables,ect. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] Ripley dodges the punch again and steps up to look Russell in the face. He growls out through gritted teeth and lifts a hand into the air to punch. Still, he sees past the punch and Moira as she is working on her duty there. His breath heaves and he steps backwards and away from Russell. "Easy. Not going anywhere. Staying to protect what I believe I need to protect." As his fists ball up hard and he does his absolute best to not get into a fight. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira sets the heplock on Cam's IV, and locks it off. She doesn't give him any meds, or hook him up to any bags, though. She smirks a bit at his comment, and then tells him, "I need to go unlock the door, I'll get you set up just as soon as I let someone in for the Guan." She nabs a facemask from the black bag she'd brought, just in case, and when she reaches the door she places her foot so that it will only let the door open enough to let one person in, and once Noah slips through, she slams the door quickly and then locks it again, he's already picking himself out a corner (Ethan has one, Kirsten another, so options are limited) so she just tosses the mask off behind him as she tells him, "If you're not infected, this is the best I can offer to keep you that way. Welcome to Clan Snow Bear. Rules are easy. Be nice to the bears, don't throw punches, and if you pee on my shoes you're gone." Not that she's wearing shoes, she lost her sandals two days back. Must have been some kind of a joke. Then she rolls her eyes and tells him, "We're having issues with the rules, make yourself at home." She stalks across to Ripley and Russell, and places herself directly in between the scuffle, if they're going to fight over her, it's going to be literal. "I love you both, dearly. Do not break my heart by making me throw you both out there to the wolves. No violence." She looks Russell directly in the eye, "No hurt. Good bears. KIND bears. Stop it!" And, in between it all, she's juggling multiple channels and worries on her iCom to boot. <English> [Noah(#19668)] Noah sits in a corner, blood dried on his hazmatt, the bleeding slows alittle on his head. His head was pounded, felt like a migrain but it was just the injury. He kept pressure, using his hand , it would do until someone stitched him. His body in general felt like someone ran him over with a mac truck - this was from landing not so softly on furniture and floor after victor gave him flying lessons. He draws his knees to his chest. Keeping an eye on those in room, but it was too late for him, it was in his system - and in a matter hours he'd be feeling the rush , already he felt itchy. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron looks to the IV and realizes that nothing's hooked up, and then casts a look of insecurity to Moira. He -really- wanted the meds. "I, uh, Moira?" He asks, mouth agape as he watches her go back to trying to control the situation. He closes his eyes again and sighs, shuddering his way back against the bed until he's leaning against the wall a sweaty, chilled mess. "I don't want to...I don't want to give you any ideas here but the sooner the better, because I can't keep a straight thought. Please hurry. You know, you just have this habit of being there at the right times..." He clears his throat and then gnashes his teeth, calling out to Russell and Ripley with his outside voice. He's getting pissed, losing a little bit of control himself. He looks weak while doing it, so the effect might be lost. "HEY! RUSS! OTHER ME! CAN it the FUCK down before fucking Kilbride comes back in here and tries to FUCK the women, or you, fuck it I wouldn't put it behind him. For FUCKS sake." He sits, his head banging softly against the wall as he slumps back against it, eyes opening to just stare exhaustedly at Noah. "If they don't stop fighting, it's you and me, eh killer?" <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell doesn't relent. He's riled up and far beyond anything rational. Ripley's words don't seem to calm him at all and when Moira gets in between, Russ growls wordlessly at her and aims a shove to push her out of the way with one arm while he swings yet again at Ripley with equally unremarkable results. "I protect now! You ... " He hesitates, glancing at Moira, then barks the order at Ripley, "in corner! There!" See, it's sort of a compromise. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] As a hand is placed on Moira to push her out of the way, Ripley gets up and into Russell's face for a moment. But as Moira speaks, his whole demeanor changes into a totally different man and he moves away from the others to sit down on one of the beds with his back to them all. Ripley looks to Moira and he frowns a bit, like a sting of something in his brain. His hands go to the sides of his head and he slowly shakes it as a hand goes to his side to scratch. He turns back to look at Moira, "......................................." His hands forming words to the woman. ".........................................................................................." And then he's at a loss for anything else to say. <Sign_Language> [Moira(#12068)] Moira whimpers and her eyes fill with tears as she's pushed out of the way and the two men she's been watching the closest through this whole shitstorm seem determined to fight it out. She finally just gives up, and withdraws the syringe of dilaudid from her cleavage before wiping the tears from her eyes and screwing it into Cameron's heplock. "I can't give you enough to let you chase your dragons, Cam, but it'll stop your shakes, and kill the nausea so you can keep eating. It's the best I can do for you." She depresses the lever on the syringe, using about a fifth of the total amount that it holds, then unhooks it and tucks it back into her cleavage once more. She catches Ripley's hands, and if anyone had any doubt that she still has her sanity, the fact that she doesn't just scream and empty the rest of Cam's syringe into her own veins should remove it. Her hands fly at nearly the speed of light as she answers him, and then she storms her way back to her doctor's bag to grab a pair of gloves, a few pills, and a suture kit. Good thing for Noah she just had a chance to practice her stitches on a teddy bear. <English> [GLOBAL: Language Hook->] Moira says, "............................. ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ........................... ............................. ......................... ..................................." in Sign_Language. [Noah(#19668)] Noah sneezes,it goes almost none stop for five-ten minutes, he has allergies -wondering how it would affect the virus? He shutters a little at the thought. It terrifies him, he doesn't want to go on a sexual rampage, nor does he want to get hairy. Such thoughts going through the once alliance field medic. The paramedic remains in the corner, balled up with knees drawn to his chest. The blood sticking the hazmat to his neck, the cool air felt on his exposed chest, dots of blood and blood on his arm. It was the least of his worries. He sees a blurr for a moment, blinking his eyes to clear it. He see's Moira and at this moment he just wants the insanity to cease. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell almost rushes over to shove Ripley off of that bed, but he manages to fight back the urge, desperately trying to stave off the primal obsessions of the disease. He stares at the sign language for a moment, but there's no comprehension on his face. So, instead, the man withdraws now, moving back to the bed he vacated earlier. He throws himself down onto it and starts scratching again, the rash all over his torso causing him near-maddening discomfort. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] "Hey...we're not all right here." Cameron says to Moira, trying to be sympathetic to her. "But...Moira, please, just a little more. I need to chase. It's not the same when I don't chase. I just get dead and tired and stare at the wall, and it's horrible. At least a little more? Just a little taste?" He adds, frowning as he realizes what he's doing. He curses under his breath and goes back to leaning his head against the wall, eyes watching the rest of the room while it explodes into shoving and pushing. He mutters 'fuck me' under his breath and just watches the devastation unfold. "Russell!" He raises his voice a little, but it's weak. "Leave Ripley alone. Ripley, just...fuck mate, take a corner? It's gonna be fucking impossible to play with myself with all this going on." He closes his eyes. That was a joke...right? <English> [Ripley(#11957)] Ripley just stays over where he can't cause a problem. He gets scolded by Moira with her hands and that is very evident by the way he turns and leans against the wall before sliding down it and landing on the floor. He buries his head in his hands and sighs. One hand goes up and 'speaks'. <Sign_Language> [Moira(#12068)] Moira kneels in front of Noah, even as she's answering Cameron, "I can't. There's not enough of it. I've got enough to keep you stable and off detox for twenty-four hours. I can't get anything more for you, and I'm not going to deal with you detoxing on top of the rest of this mess. You'll just have to deal with reality like the rest of us." Well, like the rest of them. At this point, the Companion almost wishes she could lose her sanity like everyone else seems to be. Because trying to hold it together as everyone who matters to her evolves is damned near more than she can handle. But there's a man bleeding in front of her. "OK, first thing first, let's lose the hood, it's not helping at this point, and I need to see what I'm dealing with." She offers him the pills in her hand, "These will take some of the edge off, but it's going to hurt. The idiots out there burned the Book through almost all the sedatives and pain drugs on hand, trying to make everyone sleep themselves through this mess. So, it's perscription strength, but it's not much. You're just going to have to man up." And he'd better, because she's getting her hands into gloves and opening a suture kit, and there are no meds on her other than what's shoved into her cleavage, and that's spoken for. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Not entirely overjoyed with what he's just been told, Cameron slides down the side of the wall to lay on his back on the bed. One arm over his eyebrows, he blocks out as much of the light as he can as the bright hospital around him does nothing to comfort him. He can sleep in phases, but never too comfortable, and never for too long at once. He'll have to try, though, as the opiate is going to take a lot of the edge off, but not the addict dosage he's used to. "Moira? Dr. Mia Daniels, she's here seeing her husband, Phelan. She's got my doses. She's been giving them to me. If you see her could you just let her know where I am?" He asks, and then lets out one final, exhausted sigh. His bare chest rises and falls as he closes his eyes and simply tries to force himself to keep calm. It's working. Of course, the drugs seeping in through his veins have a part to play in that. "Fuck..." he says sleepily, suddenly realizing he never made it back to the room that his girlfriend is sleeping in. "...I should...be there. Guys. I think I'm gonna pass out. Please don't let them get her. I hate this." His chest's rising and falling starts to slow, finally coming to a long, deep pace as he is drawn under the blanket of sleep. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell grabs up the beautiful hand-stitched quilt that Moira brought along, not throwing it over himself, but pulling it close. It gives him some measure of calmness and the man let's his eyes drift closed. It's not long before he's gone the same way that Cameron has, lost to a fevered sleep that isn't exceptionally restful, but it's definitely better than running around picking fights. <English> [Ripley(#11957)] Ripley just stays over in his corner and sighs deeply as he signs a little something to Moira, "................................." <Sign_Language>
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