Date: 2006-11-27 05:51 pm (UTC)
"Shit! Loki?" John hesitated briefly, then swore vehemently under his breath and knelt next to the fallen god, checking for a pulse at his throat. It was weak and thready, and Loki's skin felt clammy. "Damn, damn, damn. What the fuck are you doing wandering the Manor in this condition? Sodding idiot," he muttered, trying to think what to do.

It would be Uriel's shift at the front desk, he remembered. Good job they were right next to the stairs. Scanning the area briefly to be sure nobody was coming their way, he left Loki where he was for a moment and ran down to the ground-floor staircase, leaning over the rail to call out to the archangel, speaking calmly and firmly and hoping the volatile angel would follow suit and not panic.

"Uriel! Listen, I need you to ring up the hospital wing. If Gabriel's not there, call his room and tell him I'm bringing Loki in. He's just collapsed."

He didn't wait for an answer, but immediately turned and went back up the stairs, hoisted Loki up--Christ, he hardly weighed anything!--and made for the hospital wing at the fastest clip he could manage.
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