He looks half dead...Think. Think! If he's too weak to recover-- *grabs bag, pulls out brownies, can of soda* He can't chew, but maybe drink. I can't leave him alone to get water. And he said he needs sugar after working. * Lifts Sweet's head, pours small amount of root beer past his lips* * he coughs, but swallows* *takes several more gulps* He's not so pale. Is it working? *Sweet stops twitching, relaxes* *Breathing slows* I think he's gone from knocked out to asleep. Should I try to get something else into him? What? *Thinks back* I saw some plants that were edible, but they weren't fruits. He needs sucrose, and fluids... *stops* *sniffs* Where is that coming from--that 'killer tree'? Yes. Oh, the leaves! There's flowers among them. Honey? Ok, we got a small break. *Keeping one eye on Sweet, quickly gathers a double handful of the flowers and hurries back to him. Brushes petals over his mouth. Waits.* *He begins licking his lips, still asleep* He feels warmer. His heartbeat's not so jumpy. *peels off her jacket, folding it into improvised pillow* *places it beneath Sweet's head* It's warm. Like summer here. I don't want to move him. If we come across more predators, I couldn't keep him safe and carry him too. Best stay put, until morning. Lucky I'm used to not sleeping much at night.
* Sits beside Sweet, on guard* ...he was alone. Are his friends--No. I didn't smell blood or...or anything else. Could be we all got sent to different places. C'mon, Sweet. Please. Just--be all right. I'm so sorry. You wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me. *after a moment, reaches out and takes his hand*
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Re: Delirium
Date: 2003-05-22 05:03 pm (UTC)If he's too weak to recover--
*grabs bag, pulls out brownies,
can of soda*
He can't chew, but maybe drink. I can't leave
him alone to get water. And he said he needs
sugar after working. * Lifts Sweet's head,
pours small amount of root beer past his
lips*
* he coughs, but swallows*
*takes several more gulps*
He's not so pale. Is it working?
*Sweet stops twitching, relaxes*
*Breathing slows*
I think he's gone from knocked out to
asleep. Should I try to get something else
into him? What?
*Thinks back*
I saw some plants that were edible, but they
weren't fruits. He needs sucrose, and fluids...
*stops*
*sniffs*
Where is that coming from--that 'killer tree'?
Yes. Oh, the leaves! There's flowers among
them. Honey?
Ok, we got a small break. *Keeping one eye
on Sweet, quickly gathers a double handful
of the flowers and hurries back to him.
Brushes petals over his mouth. Waits.*
*He begins licking his lips, still asleep*
He feels warmer. His heartbeat's not so
jumpy.
*peels off her jacket, folding it into
improvised pillow*
*places it beneath Sweet's head*
It's warm. Like summer here. I don't want
to move him. If we come across more predators,
I couldn't keep him safe and carry him too.
Best stay put, until morning. Lucky I'm used
to not sleeping much at night.
* Sits beside Sweet, on guard*
...he was alone. Are his friends--No. I didn't
smell blood or...or anything else. Could be we
all got sent to different places.
C'mon, Sweet.
Please. Just--be all right. I'm so sorry. You
wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me.
*after a moment, reaches out and takes his hand*