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[network] @hotstud_xxx; Day 314; audio [open] (cw: there may be graphic discussion of illness)

[This is Christmas. House's idea of Christmas, anyway. Sudden onset of deadly illnesses with disjointed and impossible progression of symptoms, and him not affected? Christmas! Someone out there loves him. Granted, he might not be able to help anyone get better and that's lame, but answers. Answers are something he is particularly prepared to provide. House is also curious if there's some psychosomatic effect at work here that might let him influence people. He goes on audio for this, and someone sounds almost gleeful.]

Hello, sick people! Dr. House here. I am a board certified medical professional and tenured professor of diagnostics at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey. I have a double specialty infectious disease and nephrology and head the only Department of Diagnostic Medicine in the world in my universe.

All that said... tell me what ails you, Snowhell. Details required. Pics if you need them. Allow me to diagnose you. This service is free of charge for today only! Or however long this whole thing lasts. I'll even prescribe you meds if they're relevant to your condition. Step right up, then! Don't be shy.

It should go without saying, but I am limited to identification and diagnosis of Earth-based diseases. So if you've got a different name in your universe for the measels, I'm still calling them the measels.

((OOC: While House is an ace diagnostician, I am very much not. It would be helpful for me if you could indicate the disease or diseases your character is suffering from for the event or indicate that the constellation of symptoms was pulled at random/non-Earth-based.))

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[The instinct to curl up only made the painful swelling around his chest wound hurt even worse. It's a pain comparable to nothing Earth has to offer; this is the man who can take being slammed into concrete from well above the height of a modern skyline and still stagger to his feet through the pain. Hell, he could take the impact and detonation of a small missile and, so long as his armor preserved his body, fight on.

This? This quite literally hurts like hell. His poor health might account for weakened pain tolerance on its own, but still...]

I- I can't...

[He doesn't want help for himself if the others can't be helped, but if it means he might be able to help the others...

He manages to get the video on, recording the palm of his right hand. There's a wound in the center, shallow, likely just a scrape originally, but it's clearly very infected, the edges inflamed, oozing where it had taken the pressure of his body weight. It's probably nearly impossible to do much of anything with that hand with the extent of the swelling. It doesn't look as painful as Enoch sounds, though. Weird.]

Edited (updated infection description and cw (sorry, holidays + sick are messing with my focus)) 2018-01-01 00:28 (UTC)

Huh... Gross.

[His tone is completely deadpan.]

You should probably, y'know? Clean and disinfect that. Also get some ice on it. You got a fever, too?

It hurts badly enough when nothing is touching it. I...I ran out of soap, too. What else can I use?

[Just talking about the pain makes it hurt worse, and he cringes with another hiss. Of course, that's purely psychosomatic. Maybe the heightened sensitivity is too, another mystery symptom? Who knows. It's making this much worse than it has to be.

He turns his tablet around to show his flushed, feverish face, tight with pain.]

It was almost too cold to bear but now- now even the cold in here isn't enough... Fevers like this, never saw anyone survive. I never thought I'd experience it. Never wanted to... I don't want to die.

You're not gonna die. [House's tone is more exasperated than comforting, unfortunately. This is what he has a team for, usually.] Use whatever Becky, Angelcakes, or the cryborg have. One of you has to have disinfectant.

[He whimpers in pain as he shifts - how dignified - and weakly calls, without turning the tablet off at all because apparently a feverish Enoch is a forgetful Enoch...]

Do...do any of you have...ugh. Just- tell me you heard that, please? Soap, something?

Edited 2018-01-09 04:41 (UTC)

[Disinfectant...Oh, yes, chaos has heard of it. It's vital to humans, isn't it?

He shifts feverishly and reaches for his pack, digging around in it for anything that could help.

Oh, how he wishes he could help.

While he digs around the memory of what he's looking for sleeps away in a sick haze and he pulls out a small bag. Maybe this?

With a soft groan, chaos rolls over and bats at Enoch's cheek with a gloved hand to get his attention before holding up a bag of frozen gummy worms.

Is this what Enoch wanted?]

Edited 2018-01-09 05:57 (UTC)

[Enoch blinks blearily at the thing being offered him. That looks like-...]

...No, chaos, that's- that's food, that's not- I need something to clean wounds.

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