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dropping out into the so unknown
Jul. 8th, 2014 12:42 pmDerek wakes up feeling… off.
His head is throbbing like he took a punch to the temple that hasn’t quite healed yet, his stomach is rolling and his throat is tight, like he’s trying not to vomit. He feels clammy, hot and cold at the same time, and when he sits up too fast the whole room spins around him.
Huh. That’s odd.
He chalks it up to a fluke and takes a shower before heading out to run some errands. He’s returning some library books when he gets dizzy and has to throw his hand out against the wall for balance. Sweat is beaded at his temples and the back of his neck, and his feet feel like they’re made of lead whenever he takes a step.
What does having the flu feel like, he texts Stiles. I don’t feel right
Derek has never been sick a day in his life. He has a supernatural immunity against illnesses. He’s never even had the sniffles, for fuck’s sake.
It’s unsettling, and he decides to cut through the park and just head home to try and figure this out. He trudges past that weird circus that’s been set up and feels even worse, having to stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing on. He passes a business with mirrored doors and does a bit of a double take. He looks like hell.
His skin is pale and sallow, clammy with cooling sweat, and there are deep purple smudges under his eyes. His fingers are shaking and he feels like he has something stuck in his throat. The only thing he’s ever experienced that’s come close to this is aconite poisoning, but he doesn’t have the intense burn of wolfsbane in his blood that’d he’d have if he were poisoned.
He makes it to the park, but the sun is too bright and he’s unsteady on his feet. He stumbles towards a tree and drops to his knees in the shade, falling forward and bracing himself on his palms. His whole body rolls violently and he throws up, just like he did with the wolfsbane poisoning, but this time it isn’t the sticky black discharge of a wolf trying to heal itself. This blood is bright red and he reaches up to wipe his mouth, staring down in confusion at the streaks of blood on his fingers. He coughs up a little more and rolls onto his side with a groan, curling up at the base of the tree.
He has a text message in his drafts folder in case of emergencies, for times when he can’t howl or has to be quiet. It’s ready to be sent to his pack and those in the city he trusts enough to ask for help. He opens it up and types out a quick message with trembling, blood-specked fingers. He manages to hit send before he goes limp, barely conscious as he lies there in the grass.
911 in the park need help
[Circus plot! Derek has contracted the mysterious illness affecting some people in the city. Come help the poor wolf! The list of people Derek would have sent that text to isn’t very long, as he doesn’t like to appear vulnerable. If your pup knows Derek but isn’t close enough to him to be on his emergency text list (ie: pretty much anyone outside of pack and a few close friends, if you’re not sure feel free to ask me), they can happen upon him in the park. Don’t slip in the blood! This will be open forever and posted at the culmination of the circus plot to count for July reqs.]
His head is throbbing like he took a punch to the temple that hasn’t quite healed yet, his stomach is rolling and his throat is tight, like he’s trying not to vomit. He feels clammy, hot and cold at the same time, and when he sits up too fast the whole room spins around him.
Huh. That’s odd.
He chalks it up to a fluke and takes a shower before heading out to run some errands. He’s returning some library books when he gets dizzy and has to throw his hand out against the wall for balance. Sweat is beaded at his temples and the back of his neck, and his feet feel like they’re made of lead whenever he takes a step.
What does having the flu feel like, he texts Stiles. I don’t feel right
Derek has never been sick a day in his life. He has a supernatural immunity against illnesses. He’s never even had the sniffles, for fuck’s sake.
It’s unsettling, and he decides to cut through the park and just head home to try and figure this out. He trudges past that weird circus that’s been set up and feels even worse, having to stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing on. He passes a business with mirrored doors and does a bit of a double take. He looks like hell.
His skin is pale and sallow, clammy with cooling sweat, and there are deep purple smudges under his eyes. His fingers are shaking and he feels like he has something stuck in his throat. The only thing he’s ever experienced that’s come close to this is aconite poisoning, but he doesn’t have the intense burn of wolfsbane in his blood that’d he’d have if he were poisoned.
He makes it to the park, but the sun is too bright and he’s unsteady on his feet. He stumbles towards a tree and drops to his knees in the shade, falling forward and bracing himself on his palms. His whole body rolls violently and he throws up, just like he did with the wolfsbane poisoning, but this time it isn’t the sticky black discharge of a wolf trying to heal itself. This blood is bright red and he reaches up to wipe his mouth, staring down in confusion at the streaks of blood on his fingers. He coughs up a little more and rolls onto his side with a groan, curling up at the base of the tree.
He has a text message in his drafts folder in case of emergencies, for times when he can’t howl or has to be quiet. It’s ready to be sent to his pack and those in the city he trusts enough to ask for help. He opens it up and types out a quick message with trembling, blood-specked fingers. He manages to hit send before he goes limp, barely conscious as he lies there in the grass.
911 in the park need help
[Circus plot! Derek has contracted the mysterious illness affecting some people in the city. Come help the poor wolf! The list of people Derek would have sent that text to isn’t very long, as he doesn’t like to appear vulnerable. If your pup knows Derek but isn’t close enough to him to be on his emergency text list (ie: pretty much anyone outside of pack and a few close friends, if you’re not sure feel free to ask me), they can happen upon him in the park. Don’t slip in the blood! This will be open forever and posted at the culmination of the circus plot to count for July reqs.]
