Taint in the Blood [CA EVENT/Closed]
It was getting worse. He could feel it within his body now that the illness was beginning to sap more and more of his strength away. He refused to be broken by it, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny that it would be a massive imposition in the future. But for the time being, he needed to retreat to the relative safety of his quarters, and was doing so when a thud was heard while he walked through the doorway.
"Katarina? Draven?"
His words were wary, considering that two them were both options of those who were here, but neither of them were really the type to stay indoors for an extended period of time like this. Something was wrong. If they were still here than that meant that something had transpired, and it was likely to be that damned illness. Or perhaps an intruder. He kept his axe ready at his side as he moved to the restroom…only to drop it when he saw his brother’s state, rushing over with all the speed he could muster, illness forgotten as the adrenaline of seeing his fallen brother wiped it from his mind.
"Draven!"
He lifted his brother up to a sitting position, eyes widening in concern as he realized in just how poor of a condition he was in. He could feel the heat of the fever through his gloves, and he could only imagine just how bad his actual state was right now. He looked groggy, as though he had drunk too much, but there was more too it. There was barely any of the rambunctious attitude or strong will that he was so known for. He seemed completely devoid of it, and that alone was enough for Darius to curse in every form he knew, along with a bloody vengeance upon the scientists who unleashed this accursed plague!
"Speak to me. How bad is it? What are you feeling?"
Draven took in a sharp inhale, body and mind unprepared for such a quick movement. Vertigo set in, Darius able to feel it's pull as Draven leaned into it against his will. His eyes just wouldn't focus and the illness seemed to make such a small bump on the head a big deal. It took him a moment for his eyes to keep their focus on Darius, his expression becoming slightly confused. He was glad to see him seemingly okay, but uh, "There are two...three...multiples of you, for one. Aside from that, I feel pretty much like death." he attempted to laugh at his own joke but it only came out as air and a groan.
He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing before opening them again, and trying to focus them. He seemed to gain some luck on it, and after doing so attempted to stand up. Though, dizziness would again take hold of him, along with the underestimated weakness, stumbling onto his brother beside him. He weakly cussed under his breath. There wasn't much he could do about this, was there? He'd have to rely on his brother as if they were children again. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to activate a Blood Rush, pushing himself back to his feet a second time in the temporary adrenaline rush. But it faded as quickly as it came, as was in it's nature, his legs giving way and his hands stopping the rest of him from hitting the ground just barely. His fingers grasped at the ground in frustration.
He wouldn't let himself be so weak in front of his big brother. He could be sick too, and forcing himself through it with pure strength, for all he knew. After a moment of trying to even out his breath, another Blood Rush came and he stood, this time near-trotting past him towards the door, looking back at him with tired determination. "Let's go find one of those vials--" the Blood Rush faded and his legs gave out again. That was two times out of five they said he could use it. He couldn't possibly make it all the way to the center of the sector on five alone like this. After moving so much he felt even more dizzy than before, and felt almost sick to his stomach from it.
