From: sindacollo	Date: 09/11/2007 07:46:31

*is already there, skimming through law books and seeing what kinds of precedents turn up*

*without even looking up* Can you believe Finwë, seriously? Bloody fool. And it's not like I can stand not to give him a little special treatment. Why did I agree to this again??

	From: elm0	Date: 09/11/2007 18:50:28

*continues to rub his chest as he walks over to a chair near you* *sits down, breathing heavily but isn't short of breath or anything*

*half-smiles* I'm not sure you had any choice about agreeing with him. Finwë always was a bit stubborn-like.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/11/2007 19:47:04

*loftily* Well, if he has designs on outlasting me, he's obviously forgotten about my stubbornness. He should talk to Lúthie.

*looks at you more closely and frowns* Didn't I warn you about Tuesday dinner soup? Damn good stuff but I can never sleep after I eat it.

	From: elm0	Date: 09/12/2007 17:38:11

*shakes his head* *affectionately* The pair of you, honestly--

*glances at you* *grins a little* I should have listened, obviously. *starts to rub his arm and frowns* It's powerful stuff, that soup.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/12/2007 19:20:30

*glances up from his book again* *helpfully* Just take two ant- anti- somethings or drink some of that awful chalky stuff Melly's got stashed in a cabinet somewhere. Mortality blows.

*wouldn't know the signs of a real physical problem if they were staring him in the face* *...oh*

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 13:08:29

*vaguely* Yes ... *gasps sharply* ... yes, that's a good idea.

*opens and closes his mouth a few times* Eru, it's spread to my jaw. That's some soup.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 13:39:06

*blinks* *sets the book down and stands*

*a little more sharply than he intended* Are you quite all right, little brother?

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 14:11:46

*looks up at you, trying to blink away the fuzzines in his vision*

Fine, fine except for the vice crushing my chest right now. I just need to catch my breath. That's all.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 14:29:17

*walks over to you* Are you sure? You look like death. *feels your forehead for...he doesn't know what, exactly*

What would the cowardly, conniving, traitorous doctor do...what would the cowardly, conniving, traitorous doctor do...

...Do you need some water or something? *barks for a servant*

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 14:33:30

*shakes his head* N-no. Feel a little nauseated, actually. Maybe I just nee-nee-need to l-lie down.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 14:36:30

*very quietly* Oh, Eru. It's the plague, isn't it??

*sticks his head out into the hallway and shouts to everyone in the immediate vicinity* IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING PLAGUE! CALL AN AMBULANCE!

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 14:41:33

*softly* Now, Elu, don't you think you're over-react-- *blinks as another wave of nausea and dizziness hits him*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 14:44:32

*mutters* "Overreact" is my middle name.

*takes hold of your arm to get you out of your chair* Here, lie on the floor until I can get help. And elevate your feet or...feed a cold or...or...JUST DON'T DIE ON ME, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 14:51:19

*sits down heavily on the floor* I'm -- oh.

*almost blacks out*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 14:55:07

It's all going to be just—shit.

*summons EMTs to haul you off to the hospital with the sort of speed only the King of Órë-or-at-least-Doriath can command*

	From: elm0	Date: 09/13/2007 17:48:27

*is only half-conscious in the ambulance*

*blinks and really focuses on getting his words out, even if they're slurred* 'lu? Lk after Celbrn?

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/13/2007 19:47:35

*gives an abrupt and humorless laugh* Don't be ridiculous. I'll babysit him for a day or so but then you'll have to look after him yourself.

*goes to squeeze your shoulder comfortingly but stops short for fear he'll break something else*

	From: elm0	Date: 09/14/2007 16:34:22

And Gal'dhon needs -- needs --

*is stopped short by an EMT jamming on oxygen mask over his mouth and nose*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 09/14/2007 20:16:53

Stop. Don't worry about a thing. *almost too quietly to be heard* Don't worry.

	From: elm0	Date: 09/15/2007 12:37:43

*offers you a smile, albeit one hidden underneath the oxygen mask*

*winces as an IV line is put into his arm and, eventually, closes his eyes, and tries to do as you say and not worry*