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[most_unwanted]

[Mulder is lying half-conscious on the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the Battle Dome. The skin around his eyes, nose, and mouth is all red and inflamed, and whole sections of feathers have fallen out of his wings. He's got just enough of a mind to recognize that he's felt like this before. Alien blood. He's been exposed somehow, and he's suffering the aftereffects. The how and where he is now might take a bit to catch up with him though.]

[After a moment, a weak voice can be heard on the journals:]

...ice... need... need cold.

[Why can't the return to the village be painless and hassle-free? Or just... returning with a funny haircut or something.]

Comments

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia sighs and follows up with another Blizzard. She can't believe she'd ever use this spell to help someone, but if it can...she'll give what she must.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[The good news is, the more ice and cold, the better he overall looks. There's still some traces of the effects, and it's going to take a while to properly get over the virus-y part of it, but at least he's much better off than he had been.]

That's - [Brrrr shivering and teeth chattering.] -that's g- good. Just what I needed. Thanks, Rydia. It's... h- hard to explain, but the thing I'm affected by, it's c- counteracted by cold. It's sort of a virus.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia alternates between ice and healing magic, trying to make sure he doesn't get too much of the former but enough to help him out.]

Lovely. I don't envy you that, but I'll see what I can do to minimize it as much as possible, at least.

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

Y- yeah. That's... it's helping.

[The ice continues to do its work, counteracting the alien virus. He stirs a little bit, seeing what kind of movement he's capable of at this point. Though with that and the damage done to his wings, he still feels pretty weak.]

I want a different vacation plan next time.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to take you to the clinic? You should be monitored for a while.

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder groans a little, but nods, it's what Scully would make him do.]

If you could. D'you want me to- Wait, right. Your magic.

[No need to get up when someone can teleport you around.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She nods, then casts Warp. A moment later, they're in the clinic, next to a row of beds.]

C'mon....

[She bends to help him up and over to one.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder accepts the help, pretty much crashing on the bed the moment he's on there comfortably. Nothing like a little instant transport to get around.]

Beats out an ambulance any day. Thanks, Rydia...

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She nods, helping him get situated.]

You're welcome. I'll go see who's working the current shift.

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder lays back and sighs.]

Damn Malnosso... But yeah, thanks. I'm... sure they'll be equipped to deal with this...

[Just got to keep him cold and on some antivirals, if he remembers correctly.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

No problem. Just take it easy, okay?

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I promise I will. Though eventually there's going to be some Malnosso simulations with a few bullet holes in them, in the Battle Dome...

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles, heading to the door.]

That sounds like fun. But for now, rest.

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I guess there's all the time in the world to get to that... Thanks again, Rydia.

[Mulder closes his eyes, he's been kind of drifty anyway, and he'd bet he hasn't had good proper sleep in a while. Time to catch up.]