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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

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."

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[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Great, just great. Why hadn't he just stayed in bed as his body had told him to?

"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?

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, a whole three weeks. And if you didn't want to get caught you should have just flat-out lied when I asked you about it." John paused, frowning. He really didn't want to, but it was impossible not to notice how much weight Loki had dropped in that three weeks. "...wait. You didn't know?"

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"For once in my life I can honestly tell you that I didn't even touch the girl, whoever she might be," Loki promised. "I've been ... busy with other things and didn't have time for flirting."

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?

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

His frown deepening, John took a somewhat reluctant step closer. Loki's behavior seemed a little off, like he wasn't quite all there. "Aziraphale left Crowley. I thought you'd heard. Thought that was why you made up the Uriel story. ...Oi, am I getting through here?" Was it his imagination or was Loki propping himself up against the wall? "You don't look so hot."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

"Azira ... Ezra did what?" In his surprise Loki pushed himself off the wall and that was the last he'd ever remember of the meeting. He dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"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.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel paled as she heard John's words. Loki had collapsed? She'd thought he hadn't been looking so good lately, he'd got thinner and all, but... She had thought, well, hoped, that he would get better. His hair had even grown back.

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?