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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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[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?