neornitheslogs | A Day In The Life [OTA]

Throughout the day of January 9:

Philip can be found in the library for the morning shift. As usual, he has his nose in a book as he checks books out and carts returns back to their shelves. And he's still in the library after his shift ends because he's found something fun to read. He... continues to be in the library for the rest of the day, falling asleep at a table and skipping his cafeteria shift that evening. If anyone cares to go check on him, he looks like hell. Sepsis is a bitch.

Hina Izumi spends a good portion of the day, when she's not working in the laundry or the lounge, exploring whatever areas of the prison she's allowed in. At one point she can be found sneaking through a doorway that leads to G-Block.

Akira Nijino is also wandering around. What better way to spend his first day in the slammer than learning where everything is? Even if he plans to be dead by the time the week is out, he may as well familiarize himself with the place in the meantime. He also takes the opportunity to lurk in random corners and play his harmonica.

Chaplin Sukegawa has her laundry and janitorial shifts, after which she heads to the lounge to take a load off. Wherever you are in the prison, though, she just might show up and invade your personal space. Especially if you look like you could use a hug.

Kousei Kougami, as usual, is manning his cake cart in the courtyard. Do you want cake? Of course you do. Cake is also available for breakfast, lunch, and dinner thanks to his working in the cafeteria.

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"Is it that late already?" He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "No, it's only six..." He really does feel like crap, though. As soon as he stands up he sort of sways in place and has to grab onto the table to steady himself.

Despite his amputation, he reached over to help hold him up. "Come on. I'll get you there." He wasn't going to let him go alone, at least.

Philip shook his head. He didn't pull away, though; he just stepped around to Shotaro's right side so he wouldn't be putting too much stress on his bad side. He also took the time to grab three of the books piled up on the table, because priorities.

"I feel miserable," he admitted.

Fortunately, Shotaro's backpack had become a staple. He pulled it off his shoulder and opened it for Philip. "Here."

He stuffed the books into the backpack and slung it over one shoulder, then headed for the door with Shotaro's help. "Ah-- no, wait. I should exchange these for something on medical science." He turned to head back toward the shelves, but was stopped in his tracks by a sudden dizzy spell. He doubled over, one hand on his forehead.

He crossed over and put a hand on his back. He definitely felt hot. "You're on fire. Maybe I should find you a doctor." Did they even have someone they could go to here? He'd never seen anyone this sick before.

"No," he said way too quickly. "I'll just sleep it off. I don't want to see her again."

Okay, he couldn't blame him there. "Alright, alright."

He steered him out of the library. "Go ahead and lean on me. Between the two of us we have one good set of legs.

Lean on Shotaro he did. He was quiet for most of the walk; it took all of his strength just to keep his eyes open.

When they reached the staircase down into G-Block he stared at it warily. But between clinging to the handrail and leaning on Shotaro, and his overwhelming urge not to send Shotaro tumbling headfirst down the stairs, he managed to handle the stairs without incident.

He helped Philip to his room and into bed. "Let's get rid of this sweaty shirt." He wasn't really going to give him room to refuse. He dumped his backpack and crutch and balanced on his one foot as he started stripping his upper half.

Philip was in no state to refuse. His shirt was honestly kind of gross. He'd been sweating up a storm. He was flushed all over, and now in the relative quiet of his room he could hear his heart pounding in his ears -- way too fast.

With his shirt off, he immediately rolled onto his side and pulled his blanket up over his head. Despite how hot he was, he felt chilled to the bone.

He let him get comfortable but didn't intend to leave him alone. He left the books he'd checked out within reach of the bed and got comfortable with one of his own, borrowing a small bit of the bed to prop his stump up on. "Let me know if you need anything, Partner."

He wouldn't admit it, but he was relieved that Shotaro wasn't going anywhere. He nodded miserably.

He tried to think about what could have caused this. Did he catch something from someone? He was feeling kind of crummy when he got up in the morning... He can't really think, though. Somehow he manages to drop off to sleep, shivering and hyperventilating.

He had a bad feeling in his gut about this. Something was just wrong here. It wasn't just normal sick. He'd been fine yesterday.

Occasionally he'd get up to do something to settle himself like straighten his covers or rest his hand on his forehead. Had he both feet he'd probably be pacing.

Philip wasn't doing so well. He stayed stable -- worrisome, but stable -- for an hour or so. Then he curled up and started gasping for breath. If Shotaro took the opportunity to check his pulse right about then, he would find that it was terrifyingly fast.

His gut twisted into a painful knot. "Philip, I know she's a freak but you need a doctor," he told him. But his legs wouldn't take him away from that bed. He pushed his hair out of his face, and could feel his racing pulse in his neck.

Stay calm, Shotaro. While somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he'd come back if he died, that was no real reassurance. He flicked his hat off his head in a fit of anxiety and ran his fingers through his hair.

He was in no state to be making rational decisions. He shook his head desperately, curling up into a fetal position with his arms shielding his head. "No, no... She'll make it worse..."

If he were thinking more clearly, he'd remember that there was another doctor currently incarcerated in G-Block. But that was just the problem: He wasn't.

A hard-boiled decision would be to go find her anyway. But he could not bring himself to leave his bedside. What could he even do for him? Whatever staying here could do to help.

"Hey, listen. I'm right here, partner. I'm not going anywhere." He reached out and put his hand on top of Philip's. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

But Philip didn't answer. He barely even processed that Shotaro was saying anything to him. He tried to grab Shotaro's hand, but couldn't make his fingers grasp. He couldn't really make himself do much of anything, what with how terribly he was shaking.

And then, just as suddenly as this had all started, he stopped trembling. And he stopped breathing.

Whatever logical part of Shotaro's brain there was to tell him he was going to be back in the morning good as new left with Philip's last breath. "Oi Philip." But tears already began to roll down his cheeks. He squeezed his hand tighter.

"No, no, no," he fell onto his knees beside the bed. He banged his stump against the leg of his chair and let out a pained cry. His parents in the earthquake, the Boss, and now his partner. And now he was alone. Again.

And all he could do was hold on to what was left and cry.

A Day In The Life [OTA]

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