[OOM] Taris, the Labyrinth, surface.

[stuck_mynock]

It's night when they emerge from the lift, with clear skies littered with stars, the majority of which are blocked out.

Up above them, casting a shadow over them, is the vast, distinctive shape of the Wyrm, engines trailingthrough its mass of tentacles, lights gleaming, sharp, spiney legs moving back and forth through the air.

Atton peers at the shape, thoughtfully.

"Well. Kriff."

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[will_scarlett]

"Aye."

Will runs to where he last saw the mask and hands it over along with the first aid kit in there.

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Atton mumbles something incoherent.

Close to him, it's fairly clear just how much of a high fever he has, and how shallow his breathing is.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy puts the scanner down while it processes, feeling that it's not likely to be any good.

"Hold the mask on his face." he says to Will, getting his kit out to put a line into Atton's hand.

"Little scratch coming up, sorry." he says, putting the line in and attaching a fluid drip. He's got nothing to do a blood test with, but he's sure even if he did that there'd be nothing he could do about whatever it found.

"It's okay Atton, just try and take some nice deep breaths of the oxygen."

[will_scarlett]

The mask is quickly placed as Will just waits wishing he knew how to help more.

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Atton flails, slightly, when the mask is placed on, trying to pull it off.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Atton, calm down, it's helping you breathe." Guppy says, carefully taking his pulse.

"We should get him into an actual bed." he says to Will. "He's probably not very comfortable right now."

[will_scarlett]

"Atton, come on, come with me an let's get ye into a bed."

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Atton just draws the blanket up, shivering and mumbling.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Well, we can't move the mask, it's attached, so maybe we can put a bed up here." Guppy says. "I'll hold the mask, can you grab some pillows and blankets and stuff?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye an can probably carry 'im if need be."

Though for now, Will starts pulling all the blankets and pillows he can find and even finds a sort of floaty bed that he piles it on.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yes, but I don't know whether the oxygen will stretch far."

[will_scarlett]

"Guppy, the bed moves. Can just lay 'im out on it."

Will pulls the bed thing so its right next to Atton.

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Atton reaches up again, attempting to tear off the mask.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Atton, it's okay, keep that on." Guppy says, nodding at Will.

"I'm gonna put this blanket under him, then we'll be able to lift him more easily."

[will_scarlett]

Will nods and moves to move Atton as quickly and easily as possible when Guppy gives the sign.

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Atton struggles, slightly, as they move him to the bed, trying to squirm away.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy instructs Will as to when to lift him, and once he's on the bed wonders whether Atton needs and can tolerate any pain relief right now.

"Atton, if you're in pain can you point to where you're hurting?"

[will_scarlett]

"Wish we knew what it was cause 'e's probably got things for takin' care o'such poisons."

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Atton just groans and mumbles something, twisting slightly. His clothes are already starting to soak through with sweat, and he's becoming increasingly pale.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Can you get me a wet flannel please Will?" Guppy asks, wondering whether he could get Atton to drink activated charcoal, and if it would help in the slightest.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye."

He moves as quickly as he can to the cold cloth over to Guppy.

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Atton relaxes, slightly, just for a moment, sprawling out on the bed, before he starts moving about again.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Sponge his forehead." Guppy says, digging in his bag and bringing out a device about the size of an iPod, to which he connects ECG leads to and then to Atton. He also puts a pulse oximeter on Atton's finger.

"Atton, try and rest."

[will_scarlett]

Will starts trying to cool Atton down and murmuring various comforting sounds.

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The sponging seems to help, a little. Atton stops struggling for the most part, at least.