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thecapitol2014-05-31 05:42 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-31 05:42 pm
Patient Zero Plot
[OOC: patients, post a subthread and one of the doctor characters will be with you shortly. Feel free to specify if you want one in particular.]
In a city as monitored as the Capitol, that a mystery disease was going around didn't escape notice for more than a few days. That both Victory Hannibal and Chris Traeger such a production of their 'impending death of the plague' didn't help it stay under wraps, either.
As such, a clinic of sorts has been set up inside the Tribute Center. Tributes, Mentors and anyone else associated with the Games are taken aside at random and given check-ups. Avoxes are given lists of prescriptions to help any sufferers alleviate symptoms, and the doctors and scientists on staff (recruited by Peacekeeping Headquarters right now) are given relatively free reign to take whatever tests they need to find the name of the illness and kill it.
Currently, it is staffed by Penny, Wesker and Zoidberg.
In a city as monitored as the Capitol, that a mystery disease was going around didn't escape notice for more than a few days. That both Victory Hannibal and Chris Traeger such a production of their 'impending death of the plague' didn't help it stay under wraps, either.
As such, a clinic of sorts has been set up inside the Tribute Center. Tributes, Mentors and anyone else associated with the Games are taken aside at random and given check-ups. Avoxes are given lists of prescriptions to help any sufferers alleviate symptoms, and the doctors and scientists on staff (recruited by Peacekeeping Headquarters right now) are given relatively free reign to take whatever tests they need to find the name of the illness and kill it.
Currently, it is staffed by Penny, Wesker and Zoidberg.
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Ooo letting him manhandle you Zula Zu? I'm getting jealous~
Speaking of Diana, her eyes darted to the chair and narrowed silently irritated before letting her gaze settle on Wekser's eyes. They seemed to burn into her.
"Shortly after the arena began." she explained. "I awoke with a chills and hours later was burning up with fever." She explained "I've never known a sickness that alternates so swiftly." Though it reminded her uncomfortably of the symptoms of her withdrawl last time she was in the arena.
"At first I thought someone had switched out my medications." she offered, too exhausted to try and pretend she was completely under her own control, "But they were fine. By the end of the first day I was experiencing sharp muscle spasms." The first had been utterly humiliating causing her to fall at a party that she really shouldn't have been attending in the first place.
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There were more interesting puzzles a foot.
"Prior to that, were you in contact with anyone sick? Perhaps someone who wasn't ill at the time, but became so later?"
He leaned closer, near enough for the dark slits of his pupils to all but disappear, and breathed. He could smell the sickness - the sweat and bile - feel the heat of the fever... but not much else. His senses too muddled, still blocked by whatever power the Capitol held over him.
"Strange animals, by chance?" he asked, shifting back again, hands falling away as he turned to pick up a shining stethoscope. "Substances?"
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"Not that I am aware of. The only animals I came into contact with were cooked. And as far as I could tell none of the people I was in contact with had anything wrong. I had some meetings with potential sponsors, and interview for a magazine." She sounded unsure, worried that there might be some detail she may have missed.
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He was trying to track the infection back to its source, and trying to map out the spread - the incubation period from contact to first symptoms.
That would narrow down his suspect list.
Turning back, he shifted to stand behind her, the hard steel of the stethoscope pressing against her back.
"Deep breaths, slowly."
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Each slow deep breath made her breasts rise and fall as the curve of her spine straightened.
She waited until he was finished to reach for her ever present tablet. A few flicks of her exhausted fingers would pull up the last few weeks schedule so she could present him with the names and times he had requested.
Leave it to a control freak to take fastidious notes on her day to day activities.
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Taking her tablet with one hand, he turned away and started back toward the desk.
"Have you been experiencing any chest pains? Coughing fits?"
A booted toe turned out, catching the leg of the desk chair and pulled it neatly up behind him so he could sit. He pulled a shining silver pen from the breast pocket of the long white coat the Capitol had provided and began to write.
"Difficulty breathing?"
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Watching how casually he moved about the room it was easy to imagine he'd always been like this. That Wesker hadn't been born but rather just came into existence in a lab completely prepared for science and medicine.
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The silence was filled with the gentle scratch of his pen, the rustle of the papers as he shifted from one to the other - copying down the list she'd provided. When he'd seemingly finished, he tucked the pen back into his pocket and stood, crossing the room to begin gathering supplies.
"I'm going to take some samples," he told her.
A needle winked under the light, plastic vials clinked gently.
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She straightened up and took a deep, calming breath before letting it out through her nose. Finally presenting her arm to him calmly. She was a grown woman, she could handle this.
"Is this like the others?" She wondered, unsure of how much information he would share.
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"Yes," he murmured, one hand moving to close her fingers into a fist, thumb still rubbing over the vein. "And no."
Seemingly satisfied, he released her long enough to tear open an alcohol pad and swipe it across her skin.
"It's not unheard of for symptoms to vary by degrees from patient to patient."
Not this widely, instinct told him, but he saw no reason to disturb her. His job would be difficult enough without stirring panic.
"A pinch," he warned before slipping the needle into her arm.
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His thumb rubbing at her pale porcelain flesh felt like it should hurt more. Perhaps the disease was numbing her? Perhaps even though she hadn't been to the training hall in days she was still more firm and muscular then the soft pampered capitol lot.
The prick of the needle was enough to make her go as still as a statue. Back was perfectly straight, while inside her shoes her toes were curling to try and keep the rest of her body loose and relaxed.
She forced herself to watch, she would not show anxiety at such a common event.
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He worked his way through three of them, ensuring there would be enough sample for multiple tests, then he shifted, reaching for a square of clean gauze.
"Open your hand," he told her. "Another pinch."
He pulled the needle free in a smooth, easy movement and pressed the gauze down onto the puncture.
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"You almost seem to be enjoying this." She observed through the haze of her own misery. "Is it the mystery? The challenge of something new you can overcome?" Her eyes scanned his face seeking out whatever information she could gleam before slipping back into her state of hallucinations and discomfort.
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His tongue clucked against his teeth, the strange serpentine eyes turned back to meet hers, the blond head tipping.
"I'm hurt, Azula."
He reached for a swab, popping the plastic cover open with one hand, pushing the cotton head foward - the other hand reached for her, taking hold of her jaw.
"Open."
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Opening her mouth left her no room to comment and she waited patiently with her tongue flattened at the bottom of her mouth.
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"Wider," he said, moving as soon as she did so, slipping the long swab into her mouth and down against the back of her throat. He stroked and pulled back in one smooth movement, stepping away as he pushed the plastic cover back over the head of the swab to avoid any coughing or gagging fits the action might have caused.
"There's a good girl."
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Oooo~ Zula you're his good girl now? I thought you were mine. Are you just anybodies good girl while I'm off dying?
A muscle spasm saved her further humiliation as she winced and hissed and clutched at her thigh which had suddenly decided to go so tight she was sure something was going to tear.
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Or both.
"If there's anything to be learned from the tests, we'll know soon enough," he told her as he walked back to the desk, slipping her samples into a plastic tray with her paperwork. "In the meantime, avoid contact with others as much as possible, and try to rest."
He reached for a pad on the desk and his pen.
"Plenty of fluids," he reminded her as he wrote. "And, yes, food."
He looked at her over his lenses. "I will see that you get it intravenously, if I find out you're not."
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"Your bedside manner could use some work." She complained "At least I know your talents make up for your short comings in that respect."
She had not felt fear in a very long time and yet this man here had ignited a flame of it deep in her chest. It was almost enough to make forget about her illness...almost.
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He tore off the top sheet of his pad and held it out to her - perhaps the first and only legible prescription in the history of medicine.
"This will ease your discomfort and should help you rest. If there's any change in your symptoms or your conditions worsen, be sure to inform myself or one of the other residents."
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"I'll thank you when I feel like myself again."
She prayed for that day. She had lost herself, and found herself. To lose herself again due to disease would be a humiliating way to die.
"For now I'll appreciate your dedication to science."
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Tossing the gloves in the shining silver can by the desk, he picked up the tray of samples and led the way to the door, pulling it open and ushering her through.
"Put these with the others," he told the nearby Avox, Azula already all but forgotten as he called for his next patient.