[Handwritten | Piece of paper]

[dododo]

[ The handwriting starts out... normal. Not very neat, and hastily written, but normal. But the longer it goes on, the worse it gets. Not as far as to be illegible, but almost. ]

I have a prob I got an echo and y my chest ishurting. It started yesterday and I was

Is the clinic open today? It's not guaar guaranteed since it's private I suppose. I thoght thought I'd go but I actually don't know if I can make it. I could use help even if it's not open.

[ He writes out the address to his flat and his name so they know which door it is, and the message ends there. ]

((OOC: Kotetsu's going to come to his aid, but if anyone else wants to feel free to contact me I guess? He'll be able to respond for a while - so if anything he can say someone is coming - but eventually the pain will get too much and there'll be a delay until after his second heart has grown back completely. :') I made an OOC post about it here. ))

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[Voice]

[espigeonage]

Well, shit.

Yes, we're open. Take it easy, it's better if someone drives you... Uh - okay, how's your breathing?

[Handwritten]

[dododo]

Good good. Breathing's fine.

Well I can breathe.

[espigeonage]

That's something. Do you think it's ribs, or - internal?

[dododo]

Internal. But I do't don't know exacly exactly what it's doing.

[espigeonage]

We'll do our best to find out. I've been through this too, I had a pulse in April that shrank my lungs.

You have someone who'll drive you?

[dododo]

Sounds pleasant.

Yes.

[espigeonage]

Yep.

Good. Look there's... not much I can do. It... whatever it is it should end on its own eventually, and ease up. [he hopes] Hang on, just - try to find a more comfortable position to wait.

[dododo]

I will.

[espigeonage]

If your internals are changing you gotta get them to take you to the LSR, even if there's a regular hospital closer. We don't know if anyone else you go to will keep quiet, I'd be surprised if the police wouldn't look into this if there was a rumor.

[dododo]

I know. I'm sure they know that too.

[espigeonage]

Yeah... yeah. Just wanna be sure.

[dododo]

Mm.

voice

[ex_elude798]

[Well, this is concerning indeed]

Can you breathe properly?

[Handwritten]

[dododo]

Mostly, yes.

voice

[ex_elude798]

...Mostly.

Is anyone coming to help you?

[dododo]

Yes.

[ Keeping it short and sweet. ]

[ex_elude798]

That's good.

[And after a long pause]

I uh...let me know, when you've gotten medical attention.

[dododo]

Okay.

[ex_elude798]

Hopefully help gets there soon.

And then the next day!

[dododo]

I'm fine. Thank you for the concern.

aw yeah

[ex_elude798]

Good to hear it. Well, read it, but same thing.

[dododo]

Basically yes.

The pain was because I was... growing a second heart.

[ex_elude798]

...You're saying you have two hearts now?

[dododo]

X-ray seems to say so, as well as checking with a stethoscope and just hands.

[ex_elude798]

What is that even like?

[dododo]

New? For the most part I don't feel much.

[ex_elude798]

I'm sure that's for the best.

[Imagine if two heartbeats were as distracting as he thought they'd be]

[dododo]

Yes, I think so.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I better deal with the repercussions of this... little incident.

[ex_elude798]

Alright.

[And after a pause]

Good luck with that.

[dododo]

Thank you.

[earnedmystripes]

["My chest is hurting" are four of the worst words ever for Kotetsu.]

i can be there in like twenty minutes

how bad is it will you be okay that long

[15 if he fudges the speed limit a bit, maybe 10 if he runs a couple red lights too...`_`

One of the things he actually really misses about his life pre-network is the ability to fucking call 911 about these things.]

[dododo]

I think so. It's got to be echo related so its not gong going to kill me is it it?

deleted text not actually visible btw, since phone

[earnedmystripes]

i dont know

no

probably not

id ont know

i;ll be there asap

[No one really knows what would have happened if those pulses like the time Shiro was puking out his stomach lining or bleeding out or when Julien's lungs shrank would've actually killed them if they hadn't received attention, after all.]

o7

[dododo]

Okay. Thank you.

--> action?

[earnedmystripes]

gonna go quiet a bit so i can drive but i can still see my phone if you say anything else

[He gets there in something like 12 minutes, mostly because he pretty much said fuck it to speed limits, and only stopped at red lights long enough to make sure no one was coming from a crash-able direction before speeding on ahead.

Kotetsu actually doesn't even remember to knock when he finally makes it to John's apartment, testing the knob and finding the door unlocked before calling out inside.]

Hello??

action

[dododo]

[ By the time Kotetsu gets there, he's managed to move from the kitchen table to the sofa in the living room. Much closer to the door out, and much more comfortable. He's curled up in the corner, hands clenched over his chest and pressing against it as if that'll make it hurt less. It takes so much focus to just breathe calmly and not cry or make too much noise that he barely even hears Kotetsu calling.

He sucks in a deep breath, coughs with it, and tries unfurling himself. ]

I'm here.

[ It's so weak he's doubting it can actually be heard. But considering how quiet the whole flat is, it probably can. ]

action

[earnedmystripes]

[It may be some combination of the quietness of the apartment and Kotetsu himself being on high alert, but along with the cough, he definitely hears it, and follows it to the sofa--and only then does he realize that he knows this person, even if only in passing, and that makes it all the harder not to freak out.

Kotetsu approaches the sofa, then freezes as he realizes he has no idea what to do. Should he carry him on his back? Try to avoid shifting him at all and pick him up as-is? Or something else entirely? Damn it, he's not trained for this, all he knows is basic first-aid and CPR (the latter of which he is desperately trying not to think about the possibility of needing), and suddenly it's as if John is a glass sculpture Kotetsu is terrified to touch for fear of shattering on contact.

And then all at once he hastily snatches out his phone and calls Ravi's emergency number, having forgotten momentarily that John is actually a doctor himself.]

action

[dododo]

[ Maybe it's just as well, because John has difficulty talking as it is. He does manage to throw a look at Kotetsu, and the recognition hits him too, and he actually gets a good way towards sitting up more properly when there's a surge of pain that forces a noise from him and makes him hunch back over. Damn it.

He's not used to being the one in pain. Not like this. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[The few minutes between making the call to Ravi and getting an answer are pretty terrible, and as John makes a noise of pain, Kotetsu digs his nails into his palms hard to keep his focus about him. It’s not quite enough to draw blood, but it’ll certainly leave a mark for a few hours at least.

The brief conversation with the nurse when he calls back basically amounts to just get here ASAP. He hesitates for a moment longer, considering his possible options, and then gives a brief warning before slipping an arm each under his back and legs and lifting him up as gently as possible. The door he came in through is luckily still open, so he does little but kick it shut on his way out (the possibility of a robbery is very low on his priority list right now) before making his way to the car. And grimacing a bit at the realization that John would need to sit upright for the seatbelt to be at all useful.]

...There’s not really a good way for you to lie down in the backseat, I’m sorry. It--won’t be long.

[dododo]

[ It doesn't make a difference whether or not he's sitting on the couch or being carried, apparently. It annoys him that he can't work out exactly what it is that's hurting and why. He hasn't had any training in this. It's like something's tearing at the tissue, like an annoying label on a pair of trousers only much more painful. And unlike anything he's heard of.

All he can do is focus on his breathing. He should probably stop caring about what it is and just try to get to the clinic in one piece. Somehow. If he even has any control over it, which isn't likely. Still.

He shakes his head at Kotetsu's words, because it really doesn't matter at all. He's just glad to be on his way.

[earnedmystripes]

[Kotetsu sets John down in the backseat as gently as he possibly can, fastening the seatbelt for him. The backseat won’t tilt back, unfortunately, so John is stuck sitting up, but Kotetsu does take the passenger’s side seat in the front and push it all the way to the glove compartment so that John can have more leg room and shift himself as needed to be comfortable.

He makes his way to the driver’s seat after that, gripping the steering wheel tightly to hide how bad his hands are shaking.]

M’gonna start the car now.

[Just a warning so he won’t be startled or jolted by the engine coming to life.]

[dododo]

[ The added space is, at least, appreciate. It hardly does much for the pain, but it is something. He presses a hand to his chest even if it does no good, and keeps focusing on breathing. In and out. In and out. ]

shall we wrap it up here?

[earnedmystripes]

[Kotetsu takes a moment to collect himself--close his eyes, take a deep breath himself--before he turns the key in the ignition and starts driving. The journey there is perhaps agonizingly slow for the both of them (albeit for very different reasons) but all told, it takes about fifteen minutes to get to LSR. He probably could've made it a little faster, but driving as recklessly as he did to get to John in the first place wasn't an option with him actually in the car.

When they do arrive, Kotetsu parks (probably illegally...) on the curb in front of LSR before all but running inside to get the attention of a nurse so John can be taken care of.]

Sure!

[dododo]

[ It probably wouldn't matter how quick or slow Kotetsu drives, but since John doesn't actually know anything about this (which continues to be frustrating), he doesn't say anything about it. Good thing he doesn't live all that from from the Dead District and, in extension, the clinic. He's relieved when he hears Kotetsu get out of the car, because it keeps steadily getting worse and he thinks he might just black out from it soon. It's only the seat belt that keeps him from curling up as much as he wants to. Breathe, breathe. ]