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[waylights.livejournal.com]

ATTN: students in SPC 101 and ROC 101

I apologize, but I must absent myself from class for the next few days due to illness. A subsitute professor will be provided, and in the case of SPC 101, this will not affect your upcoming finals. Any questions concerning the material covered so far should be forwarded to the substitute, and if not, posted here or slipped under my office door to be reviewed as soon as I am able.

- Instructor Elika

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[ Elika is laid up in her room, skin ash-gray from the pain that she's been carrying for a few days now. It flickers on and off, in increasingly powerful bursts. At first she grit her teeth and managed, but it's become so unbearable lately she's been forced to take leave.

What's worse is that no one in the infirmary could see signs of anything wrong: no redness, no welts or swelling, nothing strange in the blood or skin, no change in diet or exercise. Eventually, forced to admit they couldn't find a cause, they sent her back to her room with orders to rest.

The pain is strongest in the throat and chest, but it snakes all the way to her arms and even her feet. She would normally use her magic to dull the pain, but her powers seem weakened by the illness. Seems all she's got left to do is bear it until it passes. Come visit her with well-wishes? ]

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[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[ Knock Knock. Selphie is knocking at your door]

Hello? Instructor Elika?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ There's a moment of silence, before, weakly: ]

Come in--door isn't locked...

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door and stands, smiling in the doorway. Her arms are full of sparkly get well cards all made apparently by her.]

I heard you were feeling icky.

[Selphie doesn't look so hot herself. ]

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Elika offers Selphie an honest smile, only slightly pinched, before she pushes herself up on her elbows with some effort. ]

Whatever this is, I hope it doesn't stay too long. [ A pause as another burst of pain makes itself felt--in her feet, this time, of all places. ] You don't look very well yourself, Selphie--maybe you shouldn't be here.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[She smiles and steps farther into the room.]

I got tired of being in my room all the time. It ain't anything, really. I just took a whack in the Training Center. How are you?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

A whack? With what? You weren't hurt too badly, I hope.

[ At least Selphie's predicament has got Elika's mind off her own pain; she reaches out, hoping for a glimpse of magic--but nothing. ]

I'd heal you, if I could. I can't even heal myself.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[She rubs the bump on her head]

Oh, I just messed up in the Training Center a few days ago. I just couldn't remember my magic stock.

[Grateful smile.]

It okay. By the looks of it, ma'am your hurt more than I am!

[waylights.livejournal.com]

You couldn't remember? How could you forget what you'd Junctioned yourself?

[ Admittedly, Elika's experience with Junctioning is limited to what she had to do in order to graduate, so. At Selphie's comment, her face softens into a smile. ]

I'll be fine--we both will.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[Almost ashamed of her lapse of memory, she laughs.]

It was soooooo lame of me!

[Punches the air, accidentally letting a few of the get well cards flutter to the floor.]

We will! It seems everyone is feeling bad though.

[ PM ] --for now!

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

Elika:

I'm sorry to hear that you have fallen ill--it sounds quite serious.

Is there anything I can do for you at this moment in time?

Raines

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[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ This message comes in two parts, each spaced a few minutes apart because even typing hurts. ]

I don't think it is. At least, I hope not.

- Instructor Elika

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[waylights.livejournal.com]

do you know any good painkillers, Raines?

My magic won't work

- Instructor Elika

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[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

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[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid's not joking about showing up shortly either--he's knocking on the door about five minutes later after typing up the message. He's got a small, brown paper bag in one hand, and judging from the way it seems to rattle whenever he moves, it's probably filled with bottles of pills.]

Elika? It's Raines.

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Her voice reaches out from inside the room, audibly weaker than normal: ]

Ah, it's unlocked...pardon the mess.

[ Inside, he'll find it really isn't that messy at all, but it's clear she just crawled into bed without bothering to do much more than change into sleepwear--her athletic wear is tossed haphazardly into a pile. The curtains are drawn, and despite the gloom, Elika's telltale glow is absent. She herself looks drawn and pale, the sheen of sweat on her skin from the pain. She musters up a tight smile for him. ]

You're a light, Raines. Thank you.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid barely takes in the room as he enters, coming instead to stand next to Elika immediately. He is, admittedly, not especially good at caring for the ill, as he has almost no experience in the matter, but it doesn't take a medical genius to realize that his friend's not doing well--not to mention that she is decidedly... not glowing.

The concerned look growing on his face, he kneels by the bed to avoid looming over her and holds up the bag in his hands.]

I wasn't sure what sort you preferred, so I may have gone a bit overboard in terms of medicinal variety.

[waylights.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what sort I prefer. I don't usually...have need of medicine.

[ Yes, the not glowing is clearly the most significant symptom of illness here. Elika nudges herself back into the pillows a bit, hoping for a little more leverage so she can at least pretent to look Raines in the eye. She looks worn, though, and every movement seems to add a crease to her brow. ]

What did you bring?

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

Do not stress yourself for my or formality's sake. [He says this gently when he catches her trying to move.] Please.

[That said, he turns his attention back to the bag and starts fishing out the bottles, arranging them on the edge of her bed. From the looks of things, Cid had bought one of every type of pain medication in the store.]

...Perhaps we should start on your specific symptoms?

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[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

[After hearing that her friend was ill, Padmé's gone to collecting an assortment of things to help for a speedy recovery. She's got in her bag several boxes of orange juice fresh from the cafeteria, orange slices in containers, medicine of course, a few baked goods also in containers and ... in her hands a tray of cups filled with warm, steaming tea.

She's going to do her best to take good care of her dear friend, oh yes.

She pauses outside her door and knocks.]

Elika, it's Padmé. May I enter?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[ It's quiet, Elika's voice barely passing the door. Inside, she's in bed, curtains drawn, looking gaunt. She's shivering lightly from the effort of fighting the pain, wishing sleep would come. When Padme enters, she offers the other woman a rueful smile. ]

I must warn you--whatever it is that I have, I sincerely hope it isn't contagious.

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

[Padmé enters and then moves through the common room to Elika's bedroom. To Elika's bedside she goes, setting down the tray of drinks and other items on the nightstand and ground next to it. That rueful smile of hers is ignored, too concerned for the appearance her friend has and the toll the mysterious illness has taken on her.]

Elika... [She murmurs softly, gingerly seating herself on the edge of the bed. Padmé wants to reach for her hand, wants to check her forehead.

This is one of those times where she really wishes she was a Jedi, to somehow soothe the evident pain the other woman is in.]

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[kingslain.livejournal.com]

Take great care and get well soon, Instructor. If you have need of anything do not hesitate to ask.

* Rasler

[waylights.livejournal.com]

I thank you for your concern, Rasler. I plan to rest as much as possible in order to be ready for finals. I wouldn't want to infect any of the students.

- Instructor Elika

[kingslain.livejournal.com]

Rest may be your own best option for the time being, yes.

bbs

[paradisiacally.livejournal.com]

Elika, are you alright? If you are unable to get out of bed I would be willing to bring you some medicine.

- Ashe

[waylights.livejournal.com]

I'm not, I'm afraid, but I hope it will get better.

What kind of things do they use as analgesics in your world?

- Instructor Elika

[paradisiacally.livejournal.com]

Potions made from various herbs and spices, mostly.

Curative magic is also a viable option. I haven't tried to use my own curative magic since arriving, but it may still work..

-Ashe