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[ Will has been fiddling around with the settings on his phone, hoping that he's managed to make it anonymous. It doesn't say it's from his device so hopefully, it doesn't show that it's from his device to those reading. ]

Are there any medics available to do house calls? I know where the clinic is, it's just getting there that might be a problem.

[ He's not been doing so well lately, the fits and seizures have been more violent, as well as the huge amounts of time he can't recall... Not to mention the only doctor that's seen him so far seems to have vanished. Will doesn't trust easily so it's hard for him to admit he might need help.

An after thought pops into his head. Seeing as how his apartment is full of fennec fox and nugs he saved when all those demons apeared... ]

Also, out of curiousity. Do we have any vets here?

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I do have supplies, if I need them. Either way we'll get you healed and give them a checkup... if you can find an actual vet that'd be better but I'm sure I can tell if they're sick or not. I grew up on a farm.

Where are you?

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[ Will's curious now and so switches to a more private link. ]

I see. I take it you have some kind of ability? I've heard a few people here do. If that's so, how are you at healing non physical ailments?

I'll keep looking for a vet but I'd really appreciate you taking a look at them for me. Oh and I'm in my apartment. 4th spire. I can meet you on the stairs if you'd prefer?

It's an ability, yes. But non-physical ailments? I've never tried. I guess it would depend on what's wrong.

I'll be right there... don't come out if you're not feeling well but it might help to know at least your name. Mine's Pell. Fairly short, long dark hair.

How about you take a look at me and see if you can figure out what's wrong? Because I have everyone else baffled.

Oh sorry, my name is Will, I'll have glasses on and dark curly hair. And thanks for this Pell, I owe you.

You don't owe me anything. I'm on my way.

[ Sure enough, about ten minutes later someone can be heard coming up the aforementioned stairs in Will's building. Pell comes into view just as described, a slight figure with a long braid hanging over one shoulder and a bag on the other. He glances up and his expression is pleasant, eyes curious. ]

Will? Nice to meet you.

[ Will doesn't really do eye contact that well, so he simply glanced over Pell's face quickly before nodding to confirm who he was.

He had his glasses on as he said he would, as well as a damp towel he'd been using to mop his sweaty brow with. Will didn't look well at all, yet still he came to the top of the stairs. ]

Pell, presume? Thanks for coming. This is my place here. Come on in, don't mind the dog, he won't bother you.

[ Opening his door and gesturing with a hand. Pell might notice that, as well as looking sickly, Will also had his feet bandaged up with shreds of old towel. ]

[ Pell follows Will to the correct door and steps inside, less worried about the dog and more worried that Will might have some sort of infection from his wounds, to look so ill. He finds the table and sets a few things out from his bag, antiseptic and clean cloths to treat him before healing. ]

Why don't you sit and we'll start with the injuries. Do you think you have a fever?

[ It was possible that Will had an infection by now yet he'd been looking as ill as this since he arrived two months ago. Will had a very serious underlying condition,he'd neglected it back home until finally seeking help, yet he'd been lied to by his Doctor back home about the results.

Taking a seat as he was asked, starting to slowly unwrap his bandaged feet. ]

Oh I know I have a fever. You should see my bed when I'm sleeping...

[ Funny thing to say but Will had been suffering with a fever especially when he was in bed resting. ]

[ Pell kneels to address the wounds, nodding at the information -- he doesn't seem to think it's a strange comment. ]

This will probably sting, but I want to clean them first. How did you get these?

[ Will flinched automatically. He just wasn't used to physical contact. Feeling a bit awkward he pulled an expression that suggested he was sorry for going to move his feet away. ]

It's okay. I've endured worse... Er, when I arrived here, I did a spot of late night sight seeing...

[ Gesturing with his fingers, making the forefinger and middle look like a pair of walking legs. ]

I sleep walk. Horrible. It started when the fevers got worse. These wounds are new, the sweating, sleep walking, headaches... Yea, all the good stuff is old Im afraid. If you haven't guessed it already, I'm kind of a mess.

[ Pell doesn't show any sign of being insulted by Will pulling away, just continues his gentle ministrations until he's satisfied that the wounds are clean. Then he places his hands directly on Will's feet, gripping them -- a strange, tingling warmth spreads from his touch. ]

I've never known a sleep walker. I could probably give you something to sleep more deeply... I got some herbs from home awhile back and know some potions.

[ His brow furrows slightly as he focuses on healing and talking at the same time. ]

The sweating and headaches probably mean you have an infection from something, though, that's what worries me. I can probably get rid of it with a few sessions.

[ Feeling Pell's hands so directly upon his feet, made Will gasp out loud, breathy and sudden. He panted a few times just after and moved his head awkwardly like he was fighting back the urge to just get up and move away. He should have expected it to be hands on, he should have gathered more information about this kind fo healing before agreeing to it - But it was too late now and Will wanted to get better, so, he took a deep, shaking breath and endured it. ]

S-sorry... I er... I'm not eh, used to hands. Touching...

[He was sweating again, he could feel it sting his eyes as it trickled down from his already damp brow. He was starting to burn up again. Stress amplified the condition, compromised the immune system and only fed Will's already flaming furnace of a fever. ]

...Is it.. Phew.. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here... Is that from your hands?

[His breathing was labored, he found it hard to concentrate on Pell's comments, focus all out of shot as he strained to squint his eyes at the male before him. ]

No, no I'd rather not sleep, deeply... I have a hard enough time knowing if I'm even awake... No..

"It's alright, I'm just about done." And then he glances up at Will... and knows that something is wrong, something more than discomfort from being touched or a spike in the fever. He finishes quickly, straightening up and reaching for Will's shoulders to steady him.

"Okay.... Lie back. You'll be alright, I'll figure this out. Just take deep breaths."

[ Uncharacteristically, Will did as was asked of him, though, he felt he didn't really have a choice, he was already losing control of himself, sleeping into the illness as easy as a silk ribbon from hair.

Laying back with the guidance of Pell's hands upon his shoulders, Will could feel his body start to convulse and spasm. It was hard to catch his breath, gasping and panting, labored but shallow he tried to make take them deeper as he was asked but it seemed so hard to do. ]

I- ... I'm fluid... S-spilling...

[ Will attempted to grab his own head yet his judgment was way off. Flailing a hand at the side of him before his body pressed down hard. Will grimaced in pain as the seizure took over, stopping any movement other then fits and starts. ]

[ Pell is doing his best not to panic.

This isn't anything he's ever seen before. He knows such things could be caused by infections, by high fevers, but it's so sudden and so extreme that maybe there's something else causing it. Maybe he should call the clinic and see if there's a human doctor free. But not this instant. Right now he needs to hold Will down to keep him from hurting himself.

He presses a hand to Will's chest and throws his power out over him like a weighted blanket, and the jerking movements go still even though the seizure isn't over. ]

Shhh. We'll figure this out.

[ Will probably can't hear him, can't understand him, won't remember anything he says, but it feels better to be speaking. He keeps making small shushing sounds, his free hand cupping Will's face to keep his jaw closed so he doesn't bite his tongue. ]

You're just sick, we'll get you through this. Keep breathing, Will.

[ Will could hear Pell, but their voice was faint, far away and sounded almost as if it was submerged. Their touch to his body caused another spasm, only this time, Will could feel the involuntary movements ease, as if someone had tossed an old winter blanket over him, there was comfort there and slowly the fitting passed.

The touch to his face almost drew Will from his blackout. Eyes rolling back, white and empty, a trickle of drool foamed at the corner of his lips before dripping away. It was horrible. Will would never have invited Pell in for a healing session if he had known he was going to have a sudden seizure... Though, it was probably best they were here, Lord only knows what might have happened if he hadn't been. ]

I- ... I-i-i... Huuu...

[ Trying to talk when you're not fully in control of your own body was probably a bad idea, yet Will was stronger than he looked, could endure more than you'd expect and right about now he was trying to focus in on Pell's voice, use him as a light in the dark to lead him back. ]

You're alright, it'll pass.

[ He doesn't pull away at the rather distressing changes to Will's features, just keeps stroking his face and speaking to him. He can't make out what Will's trying to say and doesn't dare sink into his mind just now so he shushes him again. His voice is gentle and soothing, only the slightest tremor giving away his upset at Will's condition. ]

It'll pass. We'll figure this out, you're not alone. If I have to call for help I will, but we'll figure this out.

[ Thankfully, it was only a small one this time, violent and damaging but only small. Will could already feel his muscles start to cramp up, pulling tight at the bones and causing surges of pain to wreak at his nerves, but there was nothing he could do about it.

This was the most frustrating part, the part where he could hear what was going on around him, could almost see if he were able to keep his eyes open long enough. Yet despite the trembling and tossing around calming to nothing more but the odd twitch of a finger or leg, Will was still unable to get up and fully communicate that he was back.

It was Pell's voice that saved him and his touch that calmed him. Will sighed deeply, squinting his eyes open slightly as he tried to focus a glance at Pell. The shushing and stroking of his face allowed Will to relax a little and so he closed his eyes and let the nicer of the sensations he was experiencing, take over.

After a while, Will felt as though he was coming to, from a deep and troubled slumber. With a groan and wince, he tried to sit up against his elbows only to slump back down again. ]

W-where... Where am I?

It's okay. You're in your apartment, on the couch... Don't try to move yet. You had a seizure.

[ He keeps up the little touches since Will's allowing it, but releases the psychic hold on his body. ]

Does your head hurt?

Hnnn...

[ Groaning as he settled back down into a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes again, seeing the light only stung at them. He was confused but could at least remember Pell's face and why he'd been in his apartment in the first place.

To the question, Will felt up with a hand. Touching his forehead and temples Will let out what sounded like it was supposed to be a small amused laugh. ]

Does my head hurt? ... It feels as though it's trapped between a vice made of marble and jagged rock... Feels like it's spilling out through the cracks... Am I... Am I bleeding?

[ There was, in fact, no blood, just some sweat that had trickled down, over his brow. ]

You're not. Take a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth.

[ He lifts the hand that was on Will's chest and runs it through the man's hair, his touch light and calming... and that warm tingling sensation returns. The pain abates. If he opens his eyes again he'll see Pell's brow furrowed in focus as he does this. ]

When did this sickness start? Can you remember?

[ When he was asked to, Will did as he was told. Breathing how Pell explained and even allowing him to splay fingers through his hair. It was actually a big deal for Will, sick or not, he hated physical contact, especially if he was unable to do anything about it, but there was something about the way Pell touched him that set his anxiety at ease.

Relaxing into the touch, taking slower breaths until the pain became more tolerable. ]

When? Hmm... Before the visions and nightmares got too intense... Back before I found myself here... I'd say about a month or two. No, wait maybe longer? I don't know, it's hard to tell...

[ Hannibal had already asked a specialist to take a look at Will, however, Will was unaware that the results had been hidden from him and that he was actually suffering from a rather rare and possibly fatal illness that could be completely cured given the right administration of medicines.

Poor Pell had come here to heal cuts and bruises and had now found himself tangled up in trying to unravel the knotted string that was Will Graham's mind. ]

Why? ...

Because if it was something chronic I don't know if I could heal it. But it seems like part of this sickness. [ He tilts his head thoughtfully. ] It feels like sickness. I don't know how to explain that. Have you had a fever for that long?

[ There's no way to run tests in Hadriel, even if they had someone to read them properly. Pell is going entirely off what he senses, what he's been taught and what he's encountered before. Cobweb was in what he's learned is called septic shock when Pell encountered him, and this is... similar. An infection in all of Will, not in a wound. When he speaks again it's tentatively, not wanting to get the human's hopes up. ]

I think I can heal it.

S-so... Is it not just the bump to my head?

[Turning his head and touching the space between his eye socket and temple. There was a very faint bruise still in the place where Maketh had cracked his head open during a disagreement. Maybe Pell would be able to fix that too? Maybe if Will could muster the energy, he could point Pell in the direction of all his bumps and breaks Maketh had caused.

To say he was just recovering from a seizure, Will was doing incredibly well! Normally when he came to, he was fuzzy, sick and sweating way more than he was now. Was that because of Pell's healing abilities? If so, he truly was amazing and Will would be happy to be in his debt. ]

I run hot most days... Can't recall a recent time that I haven't been burning up...

[ Will isn't a very hopeful person to start with, he's already waiting to hear some bad news. ]

It's not from a bump to your head. Though I can take care of that... let's heal everything? So I can make sure this wrongness isn't coming from an injury.

[ He thinks he should have the strength for it. He's stressed by this whole event but not tired yet, and he can always call Cal or Flick to borrow some energy if he needs it. He can do that now -- he's not alone anymore.

His fingers shift to the bruise, prodding gently before he heals it. It's just a crack, easily encouraged to knit together. Bones always take a few sessions to heal completely so he'll have to check it next time as well, but the bruise and swelling will be completely gone. ]

What else is hurt?

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