Sunstruck [Caelum, Denen]

[Caelum]

Syna's exiled son sank into a corbie's crouch on the other side of Sama'el while dropping the box that held his most precious possessions to the side. In efficient, cutting motions he stripped off the fingerless riding gloves he, ever seeming in the saddle, ever seemed to be wearing. One hand dropped to slide gently against the Watchman's forehead. "Petch," he swore. Sunstruck eyes met Denen's over their patient's body. Sama'el was blazing to the touch, hot as the unforgiving beat of the summer sun in a grassland without shade. A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth and the curve of his horns threw a shadow along the wall, distorted and strange as he reached with his free hand to open his kit. The precisely labeled and organized contents were rifled through without concern for disruption and his right hand, still resting lightly on Sama'el's brow, trailed down to feel along his throat. "Lymph nodes are swollen, Denen," he said, for once not muttering and grumbling his way through things. Denen's hearing impairment had been noted and adjusted for in the subconscious manner of a man who had spent the giant's share of the last year in a state of triage. "Do you know of anything that comes on this fast? I've not seen such a thing --" Caelum cut off with a pained cry. It curved his spine, dropped his head as the glass vial he had lifted from his healer's kit clattered an oddly merry counterpoint back into the box. The hand he had been using to check Sama'el's fever, nodes and pulse he had snatched back as if from fire, instinct leaving him clutching that hand to his chest as his vision blurred and then beaded up with winking lights. The pain was so unexpected and bit so deep, sinking all too familiar teeth of agony down through the very bones of him that he failed to realize he was mouthing forgotten prayers. It faded along with the rush of his heartbeat in his ears, lungs releasing the gulping wealth of air he had sucked into them. Though his own eyes were closed to it, ignorant for the next series of seconds, a pale, shimmering light was bleeding itself thin over his offensive right hand. It was swallowed up swiftly by the cozy dim of the tent's interior, but not entirely. It had left intricate, swirling lines staining his skin from knuckles to just past wrist imbued with a glow that could only be divine.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sama'el's own cry of pain came just a beat after Caelum's, but while the Ethaefal clutched his hand, the Watchman fell into a swoon. If they slapped his face and attempted to rouse him, he might stare at them blindly, make strange answers, but would soon fall back into his strange state. He was not conscious, but not unconscious, or even really subconscious. Instead he was whiteblind and dreaming sun dreams. summer stretching on the grass summer dresses pass in the shade of a willow tree creeps are crawling over me over me and over you stuck together with God's glue it's going to get stickier too it's been a long hot summer let's get under cover don't try too hard to think; don't think at all

[Denen Sunsinger]

Denen felt utterly useless. His features were tight, marked by the effort it took for him to remain as distant as he was. Still, he held tightly to Sam's hand, and shook his head. He didn't know what was going on. Had never seen anything like this. Not once. Oh, strange sicknesses, yes, but never anything like this. He allowed for Caelum to tend to Sam, though he did not once release his hand. "I...I...h-haven't..." He gave a low sound and shook his head. He lifted Sam's hand to his lips, his own shaking. "H-He...is b-burning..."

[Poison]

THREAD AWARD!

Sama’el: Riding 1

Caelum: Riding 1, Medicine 2

Denen: Medicine 1

Notes: I enjoyed the thread. You three write very well!