[He's silent for a little while after that, brooding on the thought. It had been lodged in his mind ever since he woke at the morgue and realised revival hadn't healed him. Watson's confirmation is really a last nail in a coffin.]
We know that people have different levels of MN - it's tied to use of the nanomachines, medical intervention, revivals, and the like. But this is not my area of expertise in which to try to discern any pattern. I can only describe what I've observed. And... [he lets out a slow, carefully controlled breath.] Pardon my no doubt appalling ignorance, but it is not actually possible for poisoning to be contagious, is it?
Thankfully, no. Not in the sneeze and catch it sense. It is, however, possible for two people to be poisoned around about the same time if they're exposed to the same poison. Like drinking from a contaminated well. One person might get sick first, but the other might catch the same thing. There's no vector, though. Just direct poisoning.
I don't imagine MN poisoning would be contagious if it's to do with what's in the blood. Not unless we were doing transfusions between people. [And that has its own set of problems. But talking of blood...]
Listen, Beckett, Angel did just contact me asking about how much blood someone could safely lose in a day. You tell me you've just broken away from her and Rhys... I remember the look you had when I was having that nosebleed. It's getting worse, isn't it?
I know, and I will. Thanks for letting me know about this. [It's something to focus on apart from his failures in this town.] He was also worried about you being sick and Rhys being in pain. I reckon that the MN Poisoning. Does Rhys still have Vicodin? And do you have anything? Even just cough syrup?
Oh my freaking -- I am not sick. As for Rhys, he does have some vicodin left, but he's. Not overly keen on taking it too often. It sends him kind of, uh... loopy? It's not great.
[Well, he'd been about to contact you, Bucky, but yes. Sure. The crushing sense of guilt only intensifies.]
I was a day away from her. We were meeting up tomorrow. We were supposed to meet at the school tomorrow. Jay, I'm so sorry. I contacted her just after you and I talked and we were going to meet up.
[He should have been faster. He should have tried harder.
But Bucky's anger is assuaged somewhat by the frank explanation. So close, would this have happened if House hadn't kept Bucky waiting pointlessly? Could she have been saved?]
Still go there. See if you can find out what happened.
[All of these things are on his mind along with the fact that if he'd just turned back for Peggy immediately, Ecks and Royce would still be alive. Or rather, neither of them would be dead.]
I will. I'll contact you tomorrow with anything I find. She was meant to be waiting at the clinic. I'll check there first thing, then over at the school shed.
[Or he'll get captured and buried in the snow by a killer clown. But he has plans.]
Cough that won't go away? Little fever? Some aches and pains? It doesn't have to lay you out completely for it to be real sickness, Angel, and those are the first signs, as far as I can tell, of some forms of MN Poisoning. Please don't shrug it off if that's what it is, okay?
I can maybe see about a different painkiller for Rhys. Something outside the narcotics spectrum. Might not be as potent, but it might help him keep his head a little easier.
[ SHE DOESN'T. Right now. A little tired, maybe, but when doesn't she sound that way since the whole Brain Damage Incident? ]
And if anyone gets MN poisoning it isn't as though it's worth worrying about, since nothing can be done. I'm fine. Your - your suggestion about Rhys sounds good, though. He's been chomping our aspirin supply and that hasn't really helped much.
Small mercies. Good. I was afraid that... well. Something ridiculous. [He's a little embarrassed by that appalling ignorance, still. It takes him a moment to parse John's question.]
Angel did - I should have expected as much. [A bit of exasperation. They're very much alike in this, Angel and him.] The thirst is more intense, yes. If anything, I suspect it's to do with me feeling overall better, otherwise. This isn't the first I've had to deal with it. I'll need a few days to find my balance again, that's all.
[Enjoy, John, it won't be getting better for days.]
New tunnels. I to explore. I to know consequences I to kill Duster, I to need to explore to find center spiral. I no to be able to meet you, no to be able to consequences. I no to be able to be good. I to be bad and I no to have rules. I to be sorry.
[He saw the broadcast, it finally put the Joker officially on his radar. He's been worried, John is one of the closest things to a friend he has here, not that his message is teeming with outward concern.]
Alive. Sorry, I was trying to get to the clinic. Ran into him. Tried to question him about Ms. Carter. Dunno if he's why. Recovering. I'll get moving again tomorrow if they let me. Sorry.
[He doesn't know, Angel. He hasn't exactly examined you. But he'll let that slide for now.]
I'll talk to him and see what I can come up with, all right? And it's hard not to worry. Apart from all that, are you two doing okay? You're down near the town entrance, right?
Are you sure that's all you need? I can talk to Eve, see if she might be able to do something like... supply you with some blood packs to get you through the worst of it. You know this might be MN Poisoning, too, right? It manifests in strange ways - people experiencing pain, sickness, mania. Reckon there are other things, as well.
Has the need for blood ever been this bad since you've been here?
Ecks, you made a mistake. That doesn't make you a bad person without rules. It makes you a person. People make mistakes. And you died. I think you've gotten your punishment for what you did. But that doesn't mean there aren't other consequences still, even if you don't stay here with me. If you ever do something like what you did to Duster again, I will come find you, and I will take you into custody. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it has to be, even if we're friends. I'd expect you to do the same to me.
Friends hold each other accountable to consequences. And I'm never going to trust you as much as I used to. Maybe I shouldn't have in the first place. I still trust you, but it's got more boundaries now.
[She'll probably be sending a few of these throughout the night until she gets a response. She's trying to keep her voice calm, but obvious panic is leaking into it, anyway.]
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