"I see that," John said, startled that the girl's words echoed his own thoughts so closely. He walked carefully to where his friend sat slumped in the lobby's godawful pink chair and crouched in front of him, deeply concerned. The god had gone chalk-white under an unnatural flush, and was clearly not altogether cognizant of what was going on around him.
"Loki. It's me, John," he said, picking up one of Loki's wrists to check for a pulse. It was a bit weak, and he could feel the feverish heat coming off the god in waves. Christ, he's really sick. How the fuck do I help without coming right out and saying?
Deciding that the situation warranted being less than completely discreet, he asked softly, "What do you need, man? Is there something you need to take, someone I can call...?"
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Date: 2006-07-10 08:27 pm (UTC)"Loki. It's me, John," he said, picking up one of Loki's wrists to check for a pulse. It was a bit weak, and he could feel the feverish heat coming off the god in waves. Christ, he's really sick. How the fuck do I help without coming right out and saying?
Deciding that the situation warranted being less than completely discreet, he asked softly, "What do you need, man? Is there something you need to take, someone I can call...?"