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Post by mikkel on Jan 28, 2011 23:15:44 GMT -5
He probably should have eaten something that morning, he thought as he weaved his way from the school to the dorms that he lived in. He normally ate every morning, but he'd been running a little late today... hadn't been terribly hungry... He was paying for it now. His head reeled, steps uneven. It was okay, all he had to do was make it to the dorm... up the stairs to his room, and then he could faint. He would pass out, wake up, eat later... Eating once a day really wasn't good for him, he realized this, but he had been doing just fine up until now, and twenty pounds wasn't really a big deal, right?
He stumbled as he reached the steps to the dorm. They looked... so tall... He staggered and clutched the rail, sinking to the ground with a soft sigh. On second thought, the stone stairs looked... incredibly inviting... comfy... he rested his head on one and gave up.
In moments, Mikkel Johansen was unconscious.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 28, 2011 23:19:31 GMT -5
Berwald came home to a wisp on his doorstep. He didn't recognize the...boy? The wisp was wearing a male uniform. Didn't smell of anything untoward. Didn't look particularly conscious either.
Frowning, he too-effortlessly picked up the wisp and carried him inside.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 29, 2011 1:21:22 GMT -5
Matthew was just sitting in the lobby, his favorite stuffed bear laid on his lap as he read a book in silence.
It wasn't often that he'd be in the dorm by himself and the silence was comforting in a way; reminding him of studying back home in his room. And during this time, it was when he could think clearly.
Matt hummed to himself while contemplating what to make for everyone tonight.
He heard someone coming inside and jumped involuntarily at the noise. Almost instinctively, he got up (placing Kumajiro gently on the couch, mind you) and walked towards the door.
Two men he didn't know stood before him, one clearly knocked out. The other looked fairly strong and intimidating...
But, his worry for the shorter male overtook his fear of the taller man.
"I..is he okay?" he inquired timidly.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 29, 2011 2:44:27 GMT -5
Another stranger...he should really come downstairs more often, Berwald thought. It occurred to him that he didn't know a single soul in this dorm. The Swede let out a sigh, looking down at the wisp in his arms, worry crossing his features.
"...found 'm outside," Berwald replied, crossing the room and laying the wisp out on the couch, looking back up at the more awake youth. "Feels half-starved. Barely weighs anyth'n. D'y'have 'ny soup?"
Soup was the easiest to feed someone who wasn't awake, and also for folk with weak or small stomachs. Even if it didn't rouse the wisp, it'd give him at least some nutrients.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 29, 2011 4:11:56 GMT -5
Matthew studied the situation for barely a second before instantly springing into action.
"I-I..I don't have any at the moment, but..I can heat up some chicken broth real quick!" he ran off to the kitchen before waiting for an answer.
Matt didn't know who these people were, but the younger one did look to be in bad shape. So, of course he had to help!
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 29, 2011 4:25:15 GMT -5
As he waited, Berwald watched over his charge, wondering what on earth could be wrong. Carefully, he reached out, resting the back of his hand on the wisp's forehead to test for fever, pressing gentle fingertips to the pale throat for a heartbeat, keeping an ear out to listen for breath.
He couldn't hide it: he was worried. He didn't even know this person, but for some reason couldn't stop the anxiety from affecting him. It wasn't normal, wasn't healthy, to just pass out this way, and to be so unresponsive afterward. Berwald could only hope the youth woke soon.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 29, 2011 22:10:27 GMT -5
Let's see, where is the broth...
Matthew looked around in a panic for all the ingredients he needed, rummaging through cupboards and the refrigerator. And it wasn't till after he found these ingredients that he went to work.
Klutzy as he was, Matt opened a cupboard for the pans, all of them coming down with a loud crash.
"...I..I'm sorry!" he yelled.
It was to no one in particular, but more to the dorm as a whole. Completely forgetting that there wasn't really anyone else there.
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It took moments later for Matthew to emerge back into the lobby with a steaming bowl of soup (accompanied by a glass of water and some medication on the side.)
"I-I'm sorry it took so long..." the Canadian nervously set down the tray on the table next to the couch.
"..Is he..going to be okay?" he inquired worriedly, darting his eyes back and forth between the two strangers.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 30, 2011 6:49:31 GMT -5
Berwald looked up at the quiet boy, gratefully taking the broth and uncertain what to answer. Carefully, he sat on the couch, lifting the wisp and settling - his? her? - head on his own shoulder, blowing on the bowl to cool it and putting it to the slight one's lips. He'd done this more times than he'd ever wanted to with his youngest brother - a frail little thing, who'd turned three just before he'd left for this place - so it was no effort to pour just enough of the soup down the unconscious person's throat so as not to choke them.
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Post by mikkel on Jan 30, 2011 7:08:41 GMT -5
There would always be something about feeling something sliding down his throat that he hadn't put there himself that disturbed Mikkel deeply. Maybe it was just a need to have control... maybe it was years of knowing that his mother touching his throat or pouring Ipecac down it was generally not a good thing, and the knowledge that she could choke him to death as easily as she would kiss his cheek in the morning. Either way, it always sent a shudder down his spine, and caused him to twitch.
That was ultimately what pulled Mikkel out of the deep unconsciousness he was in. He could easily ignore being manhandled, carried around like a doll, arranged across a larger person's lap like an invalid- after all, his mind wasn't there for it. But his body's instinctive reaction kick-started his mind into motion, and then he was back, shoving the bowl away from his face and gagging uselessly on soup that was already heading into his stomach.
Pale blue eyes opened wide, but the light caused a splitting pain to shoot through his skull, and he groaned, closing them again. What... what had happened...?
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 30, 2011 7:14:50 GMT -5
Having expected something like this, Berwald managed to get the bowl away from the wisp without spilling any of its contents. He smiled slightly, glad at least that the other was awake, and rubbed the wisp's back waiting for the gagging to pass.
"Hej," he said softly, trying not to startle his charge too much, "y' all right now? Y'passed out on th' steps."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 3, 2011 0:18:15 GMT -5
When the young boy finally woke up, it was like a big weight had been lifted off of Matthew's shoulders. Of course, he still jumped in surprise when the boy started to cough.
Quickly, Matthew picked up the medicine and glass of water he had left on the tray. Attempting to hand them over to the taller man, "t-these should help..."
Matt himself had passed out plenty of times before and knew the feeling. So, knowing what pills would help ease the headaches was nothing new to him.
There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but Matthew decided that now was not the time.
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