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[stuck_mynock]

So, Atton's no longer feeling disorientated. He's starting to walk better.

New problems have arisen, though. Atton has been alternating between feeling freezing and feeling like he's burning up. It started rather abruptly, and it isn't very pleasant.

Right now, he's freezing. Thus, he's wandering around his room, shirtless and barefoot but with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders, shivering.

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[will_scarlett]

Kate said things were better, but Will needs to find out for himself, so there's a knock at the door.

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"Come in." Atton mumbles, wrapping the blanket around himself a little more tightly.

[will_scarlett]

Will opens the door slowly and blinks at Atton with the blanket pulled around him,

"Wish me to get Guppy?"

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"Nah, I'm fine. Don't worry." Atton gives Will a grin. "Just cold."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, um, wished to 'pologize for leavin' yestereve should 'ave stayed, wasna right o'me."

The door gets pulled closed and a bottle of beer is offered.

[guppy_sandhu]

Knock on the door.

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"Come in."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Atton." Guppy enters. "How are you doing?"

He notices the shivering and approaches, laying a gentle hand on his brother's forehead to check his temperature.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

It's quite low, really.

"Alright. Just sort of having temperature problems. It'll pass."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Are any of your wounds infected?" Guppy asks, concerned. "You feel a bit hot."

[undignified]

Wes does not knock. Wes just barges in, like the nice polite person he is, and stares at Atton with the door still open.

"You look like crap."

See: nice and polite.

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"Funny," Tired grin. "I was just about to say the same thing."

[undignified]

"Oh, that's not good." Wes feigns worry. "You're delusional. I should get a medic."

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"No, no, 's just that you have this horrible thing on your face." Atton says, squinting. "'S like some king of big grey worm with lots of little legs and too massive holes."

Beat.

"Oh, right, that's just your nose. My bad."

[undignified]

Wes rubs at his nose a little self-consciously and glares at Atton.

"I think you're well enough to be hit, but I'll restrain myself for now. After all, you're only trying to make yourself feel better about the fact that I'm even prettier than you than usual."

[necessary_child]

"Hey, Atton."

Sam sticks his head around the door without preamble.

(Well, you never know, there's always the chance Atton might be changing. Not that he's as pretty a sight as usual, granted.)

"How're you doing?"

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"Cold." Atton says, simply, flopping on the bed.

[necessary_child]

"Still?" Sam asks, kicking his shoes off before flopping next to Atton. Possibly there is some cuddling. It is possible that that is what he's doing.

"How's your arm?"

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"It's alright. Looks a bit weird." Rather dejectedly, as Atton possibly cuddles back.

[necessary_child]

"Oh well, 'least it'll match." Sam sticks his tongue out. "Poor Atton. It'll get better, I expect."

[mycursedface]

Medusa had gotten someone to translate the last couple of notes. Maybe it was Sam. Maybe it was le Chiffre again. Maybe it was a random person in the Bar who didn't mind helping out the girl with snakes for hair. Whoever it was, she is currently at Atton's door and knocking.

It's a quiet knock, the knock of someone who isn't quite used to doors.

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"Please, come in."

[mycursedface]

There is a bit of fumbling with the door-knob, but Medusa manages to get it open. She's wearing the same glasses as before, and gives him a little smile.

"Hey, Atton."

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"Meddie. How're you." Atton musters a grin, shivering slightly.

[mycursedface]

"Good. There was a storm this morning."

If she still had hair, her curls would be a mess right now - tumbled and tangled from wild winds.

"Cold?"