116th Devotion:

[favoritetraitor]

[Video]
[Solomon's video device turns on to show him lying on his side on the floor of his penthouse apartment. Gone is his normal neat appearance, for today it looks like the 'good' doctor could barely manage to dress himself. His shirt is untucked and mostly open with only one button precariously fastened (although he completely missed putting it in the right hole) and his feet are bare. Hey, at least he did manage to put his pants on.

He sighs languidly and flops over to sprawl on his back.]

... not coming in. I'll be here, whatever... et cetera......... et cetera........................ et.......... ceteraaaaa..........................


[ooc: Solomon has been struck with the curse Fatigue Day. ^^b]

Comments

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A second...

Why? I like to think, that I'm a rather good doctor... well, decent anyway.

[axeofoath]

Decent doctor or not, anyone can see that there's something wrong with you!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Oh? I don't feel...

[He looks a bit puzzled, his eyes shifting down to look at whatever body part might be in view without too much effort.]

... do you really think so?

[axeofoath]

I am absolutely certain! You should get treatment immediately b-before it's too late!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Before it's...

[He clearly doesn't seem very concerned.]

Don't you think you're... oh what's the word... ah, overreacting?

[axeofoath]

No, absolutely not! This is an emergency!

[Solomon's lack of concern is very, very worrying.]

Can't you see that you're not taking this seriously enough?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

An emergency? Do you think so? I'm not.. not in any pain.

.... what is it I"m supposed to be worried about?

[axeofoath]

W-what is it? Th-this--all of this! You sound barely conscious, Solomon! And could it be...that you've gone numb...?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Numb? Hm... well, I don't think that's the case.

I just don't really want to... move. It's too... troublesome.

[axeofoath]

No, no, no--please, don't think like that! I-it's not the end, yet-!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... what?

[axeofoath]

Oh, no...Solomon, can you still hear what I'm saying?

1/3

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

2/3

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

.........

3/3

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Yes.... my hearing... is fine.

[axeofoath]

Good...that's good, of course. I-I don't think you're getting any worse yet...

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Yet?

..... is there something you're trying to tell me?

[axeofoath]

Solomon...That is...

You appear to be terribly ill!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[His hand feebly reaches up to touch his cheek.]

Oh dear. What... am I splotchy? Or... is it lesions? Or my eyes... what's wrong?

[axeofoath]

[Which just makes him worry more!]

O-oh, no, it's not those, but--P-perhaps you shouldn't move! You look terribly weak.

*getting caught up in the drama XDd *

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Yes... I think that I can do that... not move.

... should... should someone be... informed?