PM to join Forgotten Jealousy (Chamaeleon)

[Ana Sol Starris]

Winter 31st, 512AV Nature's Nurture Why am I doing this.. Ana thought with a nervous figet to her feet, eyes gazing upon the entrance of Nature's Nurture. Fear and trepidation crawled into her limbs to rest on her shoulders, frozen to the ground by some invisible force. Heat blasted her face despite the cold which nipped her skin, licking the reddened cheeks with wisps of frigid air. Her world swayed for a few moments before becoming stable again, a shiver in her legs, breath caught in her throat. One foot moved in front of the other and she was steadily getting closer to the doorway, her mind semi aware that her body was moving. Her step was broken and jerky, just like the rest of her felt, sick, and weak, she had to get this done and over with. Jakobi had begged her that she go to the doctors, just once and see what the problem was, but in her pride she had gone alone when he wasn't aware. Every step was like a wave crashing on her sense, tendrils of pain wound their way into her feet and up her leg to cause agony in her knees; if she hadn't the will power, she most likely wouldn't have been moving in the first place. Her hands acted much the same way, starting at the finger tips and spiraling upwards to rest in her shoulders, cascading down her back, spiking in every vertebrae, and caved her stomach in with the lightest of touches. Fire accompanied the pain, most of it was in her cheeks and head, especially the forehead inbetween her eyes. Grimacing, her face contorted between relief and torture when she entered the building, it was much like it had been before, back then in the Spring time with busy doctors. Back then the Crimson Edge wasn't looked upon with distaste. Don't worry too much Jak.. She tried to reassure herself, knowing the man must be panicking terribly by now and looking around for her. The illness seemed to have come out of nowhere, swift and furious, before all this the first hit had sent her to her knees. One particular wave made her body sway where she was, a blow to the immune system as she felt it quite litterally weaken from where she stood. Her hand rested on the wall and she followed it, weight doubling the nearer she came to the desk; at any moment she felt as if her system would attempt to purify itself, or as the commonly used phrase was 'to blow chunks', to puke. She felt it slowly travel upwards, her stomach tightening and then exploding in small pockets of areas, had she eaten something rotten earlier? There wasn't any time to ponder, her focus was on keeping the bile, and the half digested food from coming back up; her body began to sweat horribly with the effort of doing so. She lurched to the desk, remaining as stable in step as she could, but it was obvious she was having trouble. "..." She stared at the attendant behind the desk, she had to breath to speak; suddenly she was afraid to, she knew what might happen. What had caused this terrible bought of illness? It certainly wasn't anything like what she had experienced before; severe temperatures, yes, dizzyness and nausesia, yes, hallucinations, yes, yes, yes, but nothing so awful with her stomach or the extreme pain coursing through her body, it felt crippling. "...si-.." She breathed out, stopping as the retched matter from her bowels took its chance, her hand clasped over her mouth. The bile reached her mouth, and pushed its way forwards, but out of either sheer stupidity, or immense strength- she choked it down out of reaction, pushing it back into where it had expelled itself from. Some had managed to get into her hand unfortuantly, and she feared for the worse since the smell of barf now invaded her nostrils from behind, and not through the normal air passageways. Misearble and slightly green in the face, much like the hand of which was fading in its unnatural color, the attendant managed to direct her to the right ward with little struggle on the sick thiefs part. What happened next, Ana hardly suspected- she had been told to lay on the bed but in her stubbornness she had remained sitting upright with her feet to the ground off the side of the bed. Her head turned slowly as they entered, and gagged, to see Chamaeleon, or as she was generally called 'Cham'. The look on her face must have been priceless, considering the miniscule history between the two. Ana's arms began to shake on her knees, her form slightly hunched over, if it hadn't been for the weight she felt on herself- she would have went bat shyke crazy over the strange woman. She... She... Ana remembered the night that both Cham, and Wren had been naked together, that one night... That one night... The scene rolled out before her eyes, flowing, and then stopping, with its rhythem she felt her heartrate elevate tremendously with the anger and jelousy she felt. The sheer animosity she felt in those few moments came out as the form of disgust, and pain. A jitter began in her cold, clammy, tightly clasped hands. oocLemme know if this is okay Cham, I'll make changes if I seemed to have perceived anything wrong. ><;

[Chamaeleon]

Chamaeleon had been cleaning bandages and tools when Ana arrived, and was informed of the patient's arrival within a chime. She wrung out the bandages she was holding, stained water dripping to the wooden bucket at her feet, and lay the lengths of cloth down to dry as she dried her hands and prepared to get to work. As she had understood, today was a busy day and she would be called upon with barely a moment's notice to assist one of the doctors. She assumed a doctor would be awaiting her arrival and shrugged back her hair as she escaped the small private room to go and see who to the patient and what was awaiting her. At the sight of the blonde human, Chamaeleon scowled, but managed a sweet smile all the same as she approached her. Ana. She remembered her from those tumultuous times as a half-fearful member of a fallen-from-grace gang. Well, aside from Zandelia, at least Chamaeleon knew there was another survivor of the past year alive. The thought was oddly comforting, if just barely. She hadn't known Ana as much more than Wrenmae's bedfellow. It was no secret they slept under the same roof and with no more space than a Jamoura's hand to separate them. She gave Ana a look that said she recognised her wholly, and then looked to the doctor she was to assist. "So, what do we have here?" The gentle Jamoura said softly as she approached Ana as well, leaning in close and reaching forward to examine the girl. Even Chamaeleon could see she looked ill. Her tinge looked sickly and pale and her eyes seemed fevered. She removed herself briefly to fetch a bucket when a few words from the secretary had her worried Ana was going to throw up everywhere, shoving the wooden bucket into the woman's arms and reaching for her to examine her pulse, finding it elevated and her skin slick, and then to also pay close attention to the cadence of Ana's frantic breathing. "How long have you been feeling sick? Are you coughing, dizzy, nauseated or numb anywhere?" Chamaeleon began with the customary interrogation as the doctor examined the girl, reciting the questions after days of hearing them herself. She had smirked at the word 'nauseated', but continued on without missing much of a beat. She waited for Ana's answers with a sly smirk on her face as her doctor poked and prodded at her invasively.