folklorist | ϡ - Chapter Forty-Five; an aliment [action|voice|written]

[ When the feed initially comes on there’s merely the sound of pained labored breathing. It’s clear that whoever it on the other end is trying desperately to breathe, but it hardly seems to be working well. There’s another pause as the sound of feet crunching through the snow stops. A deep breath filters through followed by a very agonized, wet, and pained cough, which sounds a bit distant as the afflicted turns away. The voice that comes out is slightly Romanian in accent when the person finally speaks. It's shaky and pained despite the attempts to not sound too much so, as if Helios doesn't want anyone to know his aliment at the moment.]

Ah. It’s snowing. R-Reminds me of when I first arrived here. [ A few moments of soft coughing as he continues to walk through the snow. He isn’t really enjoying the snow as much this time around. ]

I’m s-sorry for taking so long to comeback, they k-kept me a bit longer then expected. [ Helios would be one to apologize amidst having something like this. Another few coughs before there’s some stumbling. His voice is soft and if it wasn’t so quiet out he probably wouldn’t even be heard. But talking loudly is just really far too much for him right how. ] Ah. How long was I away for, exactly? Did we g-get more new arrivals yet? If-if we have I-I suppose a welcome is in o-order. [ Another cough or two as he tries to clear his throat. ] W-Welcome to Luceti, if-if you have just arrived. I hope you g-get...get situated nicely.

[ He sounds out of breath as he tries to get it back. But his chest and lungs just are not cooperating. His panic is thinly masked, because he knows that something is terrible wrong. ]

I’ll be home- [ Another fit of coughing as he tries to steady himself against that tree. Each one sends a tremendous amount of pain through his chest that he really just can’t talk anymore. He’ll switch to writing then instead so as to not worry too many people. ]

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I’ll be home shortly. Raine. I. I don’t think I’ll be able teach at the school for the next few days. [ And with that nothing else comes from him. He would ask for assistance but he doesn't want anyone else to get sick, if they even can. He’s missed so much but it was probably best that he didn’t go to school like this. He’s barely able to stand as is and his chest hurts quite a bit too. If you couldn’t tell Helios is a bit under the weather one look at his pale, slightly damp face will show you everything you need to know. And should you happen across him making his way back through the village from the woods behind C2 you will notice how tired and utterly miserable he looks in that snow. Coughing fits will overtake him slowing his progress back to house 44. ]

((ooc; Helios has come back with TB. It's not contagious (ICly though that won't be known) or able to be cured. But it won't get any better or worse for the week or so that he has it. It's in a fixed state of the later stages of the disease. ))

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[ He hates not being able to speak at the moment. Poor Grune. If there's one thing he doesn't like it's making her worried about his condition. He would speak to her but at the moment it's hard to catch his breath, and he sounds absolutely dreadful despite trying to retain some of his composure. And so he takes up writing, hands shaky from the cold just as much as his ailment's effect on his tired body. ]

I'm just a little sick, Grune. Nothing...to worry about. I'll be alright.

[ Or so he hopes. But if there's one thing in Luceti that can be taken care of it's definitely illnesses. Helios knows he'll be in good hands, so he doesn't worry too much about his current state. He does worry however about transferring this disease, or whatever it is, to someone else. Keeping minimum contact with people is probably the best solution at the moment. ]

[Grune frowns down at that writing, as if she could see through it to her friend's so-loved face. She knows Helios would never lie to her, but--she doesn't feel very reassured.]

You should go to a healer so you can feel better.

[ A healer? No. Not with the way his skin is and the myriad of scarring on his arms. ]

Adele is a very good doctor. I think I'm in good hands for the time being. I just need some rest is all. I'll be fine. [ Or so he hope. ]

[She's still a little worried, but Adele really is a very good doctor. She just knows she'll be able to make him feel all better.

In the meantime....]

Why don't I bring you something nice to eat? I could make you some chicken soup.

[That's very good for nasty colds.]

That sounds lovely Grune. [ Hopefully he doesn't pass out by the time Grune actually stops by. ]

Chicken soup is just the thing one needs for this sort of cold. I'd like that very much. [ And he hasn't run into Grune in awhile. It'll be nice to catch up. ]

Then I'll go make you some and bring it over right away. That way, you'll feel all better.

[Oh, Grune. If only.]

That sounds wonderful Grune. It definitely will make all the difference I think. Sometimes you just need a good, hot, meal.

[ Anything Grune makes will at least make him feel a bit better. ]

Do you have a favourite recipe? I can make that, too.

[Anything for him.]

Oh no. Anything that you feel comfortable with making I'm sure will be positively delicious.

[ And he also can't really think of anything at the current moment. His mind is a bit muddled from the pain and recently being dropped off in the snow. ]

All right. I'll go make you something delicious.

[Maybe some brownies? Hmm....]

Thank you Grune. I'm sure will be positively delectable. I can't wait to try it and see you when you stop by.

Okay. I'll see you soon.

[It won't be until late that evening that Grune will be stopping by--a terrible memory combines poorly with long baking times, after all. But she does show up, and eventually, Helios will hear a bright knock at his door.]

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