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Time: October 20, 2000
Place: The Stairs
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Maybe stopping to take those pills wasn't such a good idea after all...
Loki was feeling dizzy and weak. In fact he hadn't felt like getting out of bed at all this morning, but then he'd been spending too much time in bed lately and maybe a cold shower was just what he needed to get the blood circulating and give him some energy.
It hadn't worked, though, so he'd decided that he needed something to do. Maybe a few more books would help and walking up the stairs to the library would provide some much needed exercise.
That had been the theory anyway. After only a few steps however he had to stop to catch his breath. His knees felt weak and wobbly and he was considering sitting down for a while when suddenly he heard steps from above. He looked up and saw the very person he'd been trying to avoid most.
He forced himself to stand up straight and pretend that everything was fine. "John."
Place: The Stairs
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Maybe stopping to take those pills wasn't such a good idea after all...
Loki was feeling dizzy and weak. In fact he hadn't felt like getting out of bed at all this morning, but then he'd been spending too much time in bed lately and maybe a cold shower was just what he needed to get the blood circulating and give him some energy.
It hadn't worked, though, so he'd decided that he needed something to do. Maybe a few more books would help and walking up the stairs to the library would provide some much needed exercise.
That had been the theory anyway. After only a few steps however he had to stop to catch his breath. His knees felt weak and wobbly and he was considering sitting down for a while when suddenly he heard steps from above. He looked up and saw the very person he'd been trying to avoid most.
He forced himself to stand up straight and pretend that everything was fine. "John."
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"Breakups?" Loki tried to remember when he'd last seduced anybody's girlfriend and came to the conclusion that he hadn't seduced anyone since his arrival in England. A rather sad and unexpected personal record. "It's been ages sine I last caused a breakup. It's not usually my style to get caught at that, you know."
He leaned against the wall making it look as casual as possible while having it support as much of his weight as he could manage. Damn, his vision was deserting him again and why did everything sound so odd?
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Or was John talking about something else? If only his eyes and ears would decide to cooperate. The world made a sudden tilt that he usually only experienced when very drunk, but Loki clung to the wall until it righted itself again.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered whether John might not have said something important, but he was much too tired and dizzy to really care.
"Know what?" It might have sounded a little faint, but then that could be attributed to puzzlement, right?
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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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What had gone wrong with him?
It took all her willpower not to indeed panic, like John had feared she would. Somehow she managed to stay somewhat calm as she made the requested calls, her voice only trembling a little.
As soon as she was done, though, she hid her face in her hands, crying silently in shock and fear. Was she going to lose her last remaining brother, too?
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He hadn't even had time to find Anathema - hadn't he just heard her talking to someone? - before there were footsteps entering the hospital behind him. Constantine, supporting a frail figure in his arms. Gabriel nodded wordlessly towards the first open room, following him inside and shutting the door behind them.
"Constantine," he said in clipped greeting after the man gingerly deposited the unconscious form on the exam table, though the majority of the angel's attention was already focused on the patient as he silently sought out any obvious issues to be addressed. He recognized the being as another pagan deity, and privately hoped this would not be quite as messy as the last time (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/89993.html) he and Adam had dealt with one. He wasn't seeing anything obvious signs of injury, though, no swelling or bleeding, internal or no.
"And what have you done this time?"
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He hesitated; although he hadn't actually promised not to tell anyone, he'd considered his knowledge of Loki's condition something to be kept in confidence. But this had to count as a need-to-know situation, didn't it?
"He's got cancer," he added. "Never said what kind. He was being treated for it, last I knew. But he's getting his hair back, so I reckon he's off chemo." He wished now that he'd been just a little more nosy and tried to find out more of the pertinent details before he and Loki had had their falling-out.
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And to say that she had only just got off the phone from when Uriel had called here. The angel had seemed a bit distressed on the other line, but had hidden it rather well she thought.
"Wow..." she finished off lamely, not knowing exactly what to say or do in this kind of situation. It wasn't like Loki was a complete stranger to her. They had met twice before after all.
She turned back to Gabriel. "Can you cure cancer like you can mend bones?"
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He found himself wishing once again that Raphael were here, for the sake of the patients even more than himself. Someone who was, while not actually more powerful, at least well-versed in these matters and the sequence of events that should follow. Every case felt new to Gabriel, forcing him to dig for information gathered in bits and pieces over six thousand years; none of it fresh in his mind, nor had he ever been called upon to apply what he knew in these sort of situations. If Adam was looking to challenge those beings around him, he'd certainly succeeded with this appointment.
"I don't know," he said honestly, after a moment. "Injuries, things caused by external damage, are just a matter of returning the body to its equilibrium. But this... this his body is doing to itself. It's different, and much more complex..."
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And Loki isn't exactly swimming in good reasons to want to live, now is he? came the unwilling thought with an accompanying stab of irrational guilt. John crushed it perfunctorily. Yeah, he'd turned his back, but it wasn't like he hadn't had a reason, and it wasn't his fault the old gods were on their way to extinction or that Odin had flown the coop, or that Loki had chosen to play the wrong prank on the wrong immortal. Nor did he have any idea whether his sticking around could have made any difference. This sudden turn for the worse could be happening for some other reason.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, John my boy, maybe you'll get to believing it...
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All she could do was ask questions really. This was definitely not her field of expertise.
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Well, hopefully Loki would wake up soon and tell them all so that they could try treating him. If Gabriel couldn't do anything they would have to rely on human treatments like John had been told.
Some curse, really...ouch.
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The angel was not overly familiar with curses. Those he had dealt with were directly from Below, and this particular illness had no obvious infernal signature.
"There's no medication in his system now," he said after a few moments' time, in response to Constantine's initial question. "It's leukemia, gone completely unchecked."
He glanced up, respectful now in light of the man's sobriety. "Did he say anything about this curse, Constantine? Who cast it, or what might be done to reverse it?" If it had already responded to mortal methods, there was at least some option open to them.
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"Feeds-with-snake told me he'd collasped." There was no time to explain. She saw Loki's state, and went a shade paler. "Oh no. Am I too late?"
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Whoever it was, she seemed concerned over their new patient. And then she talked again and an image of a cat's head crept into her vision, and she raised an eyebrow. "Bast? Wow, looks like you ended up changing completly back."
She then looked back to Loki looking pale and very vulnerable on the bed and she shook her head. "No you're not too late. He's still alive."
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She looked up at the witch, and tried a small smile which failed miserably. "Is there anything I can do? I'm no healer, but if he's upset or afraid I could probably help with that."
To illustrate her point, she changed into a small brown cat, with little difficulty, leapt onto loki's chest, and mrrped softly.
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Damn, damn, damn...why the hell did he have to get a paranoid fixation on Crowley, of all people?
"How bad is it, Gabriel?" he finally asked.
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"It's advancing fairly quickly now that he's forgone treatment," he said, trying to be somewhat tactful in light of the waves of worry filling the room. "I hesitate to simply siphon the cancerous cells out of his body, because they cover such an extensive network now I'm not sure what damage that would do to the rest of him. Not to mention this curse you spoke of.
"But I don't think it's incurable, I just think it will take some caution." He glanced at Anathema as he spoke, hoping that she wouldn't mind having her hands full with this treatment; he suspected it would take some effort on both their parts, as well as perhaps Adam.
If this god had really wanted to end his existence, he'd chosen quite an effective - if rather melodramatic - way of going about it.
"But the least we can do is get him started on his medication again," he continued. "Do either of you remember what he was taking?"
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She looked down at the unmoving Loki and sighed. "I could help with getting him to take the medication, but I would need to know what it was, whether it was working well or not, and it might not be a bad idea to get him in for having chemotherapy. Since he was bald before, I am guessing he had already been on that too. Which means, when he is well enough it might be better for him to take a little trip to his hospital."
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Reposted to change a few details..sorry, everyone...
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