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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."

Comments

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," John said tiredly, seating himself on a table well out of the way and wishing hospitals weren't such sticklers about that no-smoking rule. "I'm only guessing. I haven't talked to him much lately."

[anathema-witch.livejournal.com]

"You are friends with him?" she asked. It sounded like John and Loki had talked a bit more than twice to her. Plus, he knew that Loki had cancer, just not what kind, which would mean that in a way Loki must have liked him back.

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.

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Gabriel listened, only half-attending to what was being spoken as he attempted to ascertain what he could from simply observing the unconscious patient, but some of their conversation did stand out: a curse.

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.

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

John rubbed at his forehead, frowning. "Czernobog," he supplied after a moment. "Another chaos deity. Loki pulled a prank on him and the big goit tried to get him back with a spell, but he was stoned at the time and bolloxed it up somehow. Couldn't figure out how to undo it. Loki told me he'd been to every god of healing he could find and none of them could help."

He glanced at Ana with a half-hearted smile. "Friends? Not sure I'd go that far at the moment. But I'd just as soon not see him dead."