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Joe Umland
It’s just a headache.
Sun Feb 25, 2018 20:10

Joe had realized he was in for a rough day within moments of realizing what day it was, a good thirty minutes after he had intended to come to that realization. His head had felt full of fog, his eyelids and bones full of lead. Getting up and getting dressed, he had felt like he was moving through jelly, and he had not been able to muster much more speed even when his mirror had started chiding him about being late.

At the time, he’d chalked it up to RATS exhaustion, studying too long for too many days, and had carefully made his way to the Cascade Hall to get coffee. This had made him even later for class, and he had muttered an apology and proceeded to spend the rest of class avoiding his teacher’s eyes. He was dimly glad that shame and contrition were the proper emotions for him to feel right now, because he was not sure he would have been capable of looking up. The coffee had done very little to clear his head, but it had done an excellent job, he thought, of making his stomach clench and his leaden bones begin vibrating alarmingly – so much so that by the end of that class, of which he understood barely a word, his arms and back and neck were all aching to the point where it was hard to ignore them.

Get it together, Umland, he told himself sternly on his way to his next class, sticking close to the wall after a few steps forward without the guideline seemed to involve things rushing forward and back at odd angles. Skip today and you’ll just have that much more to do tomorrow.

By the end of that second class, however, he realized it was a lost job. He had tried to perform several spells – one of them with the aim of making himself a cup of water, as he’d been intensely thirsty – but his arm had felt too heavy to maneuver the wand smoothly, and magic itself had felt…wrong. Now…slippery, almost, dropping threads here and there as he tried to move his wand to make the right patterns, now like a mist slipping away from him, now like an electric shock jerking him around instead of the other way ‘round. The sensation that his bones were all shaking had only intensified, turning his awareness that his back and arms existed into a source of pure misery, and his head felt as though something very sharp was trying to claw its way out through his forehead, with extra feet digging into the sides of his temples for leverage. This last one was the problem which made him draw the line; there was no way he would be able to do anything else, he thought, with this awful headache, and he didn’t have anything to take for a headache, so he’d have to go to the hospital wing. A nice, smooth path of logic there; the new Healer could give him something for his headache, and then he’d feel better enough that he could drag himself first to lunch and then through the rest of his classes and then call it a night….

“Hi,” he said, and accompanied this word with what he thought was his usual dealing-with-adults smile. It was, in fact, a mockery of the expression, drooping a bit and additionally set in an unnaturally pale face. His brown eyes were dull and sunken into dark circles under his eyes, and he flinched at the light. “I’m…sorry – sorry to – bother you, but I have a headache, could you – “

Standing upright was such an effort. He just wanted to lie down on that bed there and go to sleep. Everything that wasn’t aching from his bones shaking was aching as though it was strained. Just a few hours and he’d be good, he was sure…but he had to go back to class. He caught the back of a chair and leaned on that. “It’s a really bad headache,” he clarified, in case she was one of those people who was reluctant to hand out drugs.

    • Oh really? Where'd you get your healer's degree?Healer Kapoor, Mon Feb 26 06:34
      Aisha had been just about to go and get some lunch when one of the older students walked in. He claimed he had a headache, but if he did, it had to be something more like a migraine. He looked about... more
      • University of Beinstubborn. You?Joe Umland, Mon Feb 26 11:30
        So much talking. He just needed something for his headache, and probably some food - however painfully his stomach contorted at the mere idea of eating anything. Still, she was the one in control of... more
        • I don't think that's widely recognisedHealer Kapoor, Tue Feb 27 05:12
          Oh good. She had a little soldier on her hands, who wanted to keep on trooping. She could overlook the borderline rudeness in his tone, given that she doubted he was functioning anywhere near normal... more
          • It's a very exclusive institution.Joe Umland, Tue Feb 27 10:09
            Joe could only shrug slightly in response to the comment that his head was probably not the only thing which hurt. “Pulled something in m’back,” he conceded. He put up a hand to protectively cover... more
            • I think we should stick with my opinion on the matterHealer Kapoor, Wed Feb 28 06:07
              She was glad she hadn’t confirmed his identity using his full name, because that meant she still had it up her sleeve, said in reproving tones, to wield if he continued to be difficult. Which he... more
              • Joe almost began to protest again as his shoes began removing themselves - admitting that he was ill was not the same thing as saying he was too weak and feeble to even take off his own shoes! - but... more
                • You might have to get used to itAisha Kapoor, Fri Mar 2 20:24
                  (OOC - agreed with Joe’s author in chatzy that he’s mistaking sunset for sunrise, otherwise he’s been out solid for 20 hours) He gave one last feeble attempt at arguing, and then was in bed, taking... more
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