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[espigeonage]

[Specifically, from a wooden laptop toy. With a sticking backspace key.]

THis works on the weirdest things. Well i won't complain.

So I GOt something extra a while ago and now I;m having some trouble breathing lol. Thought it was a cold would go away it hasn't,. I know there;s stuff going on sorry but can I get someone to come take my niece and me to Mr. STrider's clinic? no health insurace, and I'm not handing my sisrter that bill. Pretty please? Might help if youve got a car.

[Koetsu's gonna be the one, but the entry is by no means locked.]

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text; phone

[mightymegatron]

I'm afraid I am not a taxi service.

[espigeonage]

lol, well, thanks for the clarification!

[mightymegatron]

I suppose I could send a car, but I don't know who are, so that might be a bit suspect.

[espigeonage]

true true. besides i don;t want my address out on the four corners of the network./ thansk for the thought then

text; cellphone

[angelskills]

Trouble breathing...?

I'm sorry, I don't have a car. I'd take you but I don't think using a bike is a good idea.

[espigeonage]

IT's a little dsstressing, not going to lie!

Thats' fine. lol I'd get one of my normal friends to tkae me but I can't reach my phone! Crazy luck huh?

[angelskills]

Ahhhhhhhh

How long have you been having trouble? Did it just start?

[espigeonage]

A while. idk just how long but it wasn't always totally bad. Ebbed back and forth.

[angelskills]

Maybe asthma?? Do you have asthma?

[espigeonage]

Not so far. Guess it coulda could have been something extra, but idk!

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[earnedmystripes]

[Oh. Kotetsu is torn between relieved and concerned when he sees this, recognizing the number as of that young man he'd met in the park. Julien, wasn't it? Somehow he'd thought it was more than a simple cold or something, so on one hand it's good to see that the other is doing something about it--but on the other, he sort of wishes he'd been wrong.]

I've got a car. Give me a place to pick you up from and I'll take you.

[espigeonage]

I'm havi ng some trouble standing, lol. Kind of have to keel over quick. Cece doesn't get off work for a couple hoursat least and we don't keep phones where Val can get at them anymore.

Give me your number and i;ll tell you where so she can let you in. looks like I'll have to trust you huh?

WHOOPS i messed up on the number thing ahaha let's call it a lucky guess

[earnedmystripes]

[Somewhat ironically, there's a rather sharp intake of breath on Kotetsu's end as he gets the message. That's...a lot worse than he was thinking, and he has to fight down the urge to just call 911 and foot the bill himself, because it's not like he knows the guy's address anyway.

(God, what if he doesn't make it on time? He's never there in time, he's always somewhere else, he always finds out later....)

It takes him a few moments to get enough composure to reply.]

here.

[Already, he's fumbling for his keys. And a part of him sort of wishes he were at work so he could use the police car and the siren. Traffic laws are a bitch when you're in a hurry.]

just try to take it easy, okay? and lie on your side, less strain on your lungs that way

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[espigeonage]

[That's okay, I never really get it myself.]

sure thing.

[Julien has to retype some of the numbers, but gets it soon enough. He lives on the fourth floor of a pretty decent midrise apartment building in an okay part of town.]

Usually you have to get buzzed in, but there's a key in one of the planteer trees out back. Third from the left, in the mulch right under where someone scratched a rose on the runk, unless the super just had to use it again lol.

[Private] toooo action?

[earnedmystripes]

ill be there as soon as i can

[He doesn't even bother with the capitalization or punctuation this time, as he gets into his car and starts the ignition. He'd like to keep talking to the kid until he gets there, but it's too dangerous to text while he's driving, and he just has to hope he won't be too late.

The next fifteen minutes or so are probably incredibly long for the both of them, Kotetsu growling and grumbling irritably at every red light and stop sign he hits.

He...sort of makes a mess in the planter looking for said key, but he'll apologize for it later, and makes his way into the apartment looking about as frazzled as he feels.

At the least, he manages a smile for the little girl who leads him to Julien.]

Do you think you could get on my back?

text, phone

[elfstoned]

How long has this been going on, exactly?

[espigeonage]

[He really should lie...]

more than a week. It wasn't that bad until a couple of days go. Well sometimes it was, but only for like a n hour or something at a time and it would get better.

[elfstoned]

[Scolding can wait. His first priority is seeing to Julien.]

Where are you?

[espigeonage]

My sister's appartment. Someone's coming to fetch me. Gotta take my nieve too, there's not really anyone there I can leave her with. Sorry.

[elfstoned]

STAY CALM. The worst thing you can do right now is panic. Who's driving you?

[espigeonage]

Val was off in the car, he didn't have to pretend he was fine for her. Julien panted, harsh shallow breaths, like he had a stitch in his side and couldn't draw much air in - but this wasn't fading back like those did. It wouldn't. It had been getting worse for days... Was it getting worse right now? He couldn't tell.

And his glasses had gotten all smudged. His movements jerky, Julien took them off, but couldn't quite clean them off on the hem of his shirt. The part of him which was detached and snarky was sure he sounded like an overheating dog.

[elfstoned]

Aaron carried Julien into the clinic, down the hall, and lay him down on his back on the examining-room table. There were a couple of unfamiliar instruments on a small cart, Julien might notice, most of them involving masks. Moving quickly, Aaron undid Julien's shirt and pulled a stethoscope off its hook on the wall. He listened to Julien's breathing for a moment, then frowned.

Turning to the side, Aaron took a small plastic mask from the cart and slid it onto Julien's face. It wasn't an oxygen-mask, just a CPAP meant to use slightly raised air pressure to clear blockages from the airways that led to the lungs. "Count to ten in your head, slowly. If you still can't breathe normally by ten, shake your head."

[espigeonage]

Julien obeyed, trying to focus, clutching the closed wooden laptop against his side, staring at Strider's blurred face as if he could find answers in it.

Part of him didn't want to take a deep breath anymore. When he tried, after several false starts, a muscle spasmed weakly in his abdomen. It didn't hurt, but Julien clenched his hands into fists to try and stop the trembling.

[elfstoned]

Nope. Air pressure was no good. The only thing left to do was stabilize Julien, get him the oxygen he needed, until Aaron could pinpoint the root of the problem.

One mask was slipped off of Julien's face, and another replaced it a second later. "This will help. Breathe as naturally as you can." He put the stethoscope on again and placed it on Julien's chest, listening for any changes.

[espigeonage]

It did help. The ragged edge to Julien's breathing eased quickly, though his chest still moved a little oddly. His eyes, still wide, cleared and darted around - even with his glasses off he knew what this was, he'd stowed a bunch of them not too long ago. They didn't exactly grow on trees!

He wasn't sure about speaking with the mask, so he put the laptop besides him, pried it open, and typed sloppily one-handed. Unlike a non-toy its screen didn't glow and the conversations on it seemed to be more like on paper than a chatroom, but letters showed up clearly enough.


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