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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]

"Loki." John nodded perfunctorily as he came down the staircase. He'd mostly got over his mad, as it seemed the lie Loki had told hadn't so much caused Crowley's troubles with Aziraphale as brought matters to a head, but he hadn't felt inclined to go looking for the god since returning from New York; their last conversation still irked him whenever he thought about it. "Been a while. Caused any good breakups lately?"

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

As it happened, Gabriel had been in neither the hospital nor his room; but had he known, he would have been happy to note that Constantine had not gone yelling through the halls to check for him in the bedroom of the Crown of Seductions. But no matter: his call stemmed from something more complex than telephone wiring, something he vaguely suspected might have to do with Adam.

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?"

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast ran into the hospital wing, panting. If she'd still had ears that were mobile enough, they would've been flat against her head.

"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?"