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[ 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?

... I don't think... it's entirely possible to heal all of me... I'm more broken than I look...

[ He doesn't mean to be depressing, he's just being honest. Will's been troubled since he was young, the life he had made for himself as an adult was the only one he knew how to live, and being here in the Cave City was seeming to be more troublesome than back at home. ]

W-what are you doing? ... I can feel you inside my me... My muscle... Bones...

[ Will shifted slightly where he lay, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the strange sensation of a healer's touch. ]

My fingers... I broke one and dislocated another two...

[ They'd started to set already but not totally in the right places. Moving his hand, Will touched his chest. He had a few bruised ribs, maybe a broken one. He'd never sort out help after the fight he'd had. ]

My chest... It hurts too.

What does that mean? Old injuries I can't do anything about.

I know this feels strange, just bear with me, alright?

[ He finishes on Will's head and reaches down to take the man's hand in both of his own. He can see already that the fingers aren't in their proper places, and this is going to hurt even with his constant easing the pain. ]

Let me see your chest first. You might need something to bite down on for your hand.

Nothing... I'm just being dramatic.

[ Maybe a healer or doctor would never be able to free Will from the troubles that haunted his mind? At least Pell was able to help with the physical ailments, that was a relief at least. ]

It's... intruding ... I'm sorry, just ignore me.

[ Will hesitated to give Pell his hand, his words had him worried and Will had enough medical knowledge to know that his intentions were to break his fingers once more, so he was able to reset them correctly. It was going to bloody hurt alright.

Popping a few buttons on his shirt and pulling it open, letting the big yellow and purple contusion come into view. ]

I'll bite down on the concrete resolve of my regret...

[ Now wasn't the time for Will's satire, it was a nervous reaction, he didn't mean to be rude towards Pell in the slightest. ]

[ If he knew of the troubles, he might be able to ease those as well, but not as a healer. They'll have to see how things progress.

Pell blinks, confused by how Will's putting it. The man is clearly uncomfortable with contact, he can see that easily enough, but the word intruding is so specific... at least he's not invading Will's mind. He wonders if there's a way to make this easier on him, but nothing comes to mind. He needs to touch, and there's no way for him to mask the sensations of what he's doing. His voice is soft as he speaks again, gentle as his hands. ]

It can feel that way. Just remember you invited me. [ He won't mention he could do far worse.

He smoothes both hands over Will's chest and feels the cracked ribs, getting right to it. There's no infection there, though, besides the general feverishness. And he doubts the problem is in Will's hand. It's his head. Pell makes quick work of the ribs though again, they'll need revisiting. Maybe he should wrap them in the meantime -- a dull ache will remain. ]

As long as you don't bite your tongue, I suppose. I'll be quick about it.

[ He doesn't seem to mind Will's snark, but this will teach him not to call for help right away when something happens, maybe? Pell grips Will's hand firmly, finding the break and taking a slow breath. He's only ever done this once and it certainly wasn't pleasant. He hesitates. ]

If you were to let me into your mind, I could manage the pain...

I know, I'm sorry... I'm thankful for all your help I just... Nervous.

[ That was an understatement if ever there was one. Will was more than afraid, his fear had transmuted into something else, it was his constant state now, as much a part of him as say his own eyes or heart was.

He knew that Pell didn't have to come, didn't have to help but that fact that he had, meant a lot to Will. Perhaps he should be a little nicer? Feeling guilty, Will tossed a pitiful look of sorrow. ]

It's ... It doesn't actually feel that bad... Just strange, I've never felt anything like to before. But thank you.

[ Will had been through some horrific physical things so far, but actually knowing that he was about to willingly put himself through more? It was an unsettling feeling. ]

... I don't think you'd like it in my mind... I'll take the pain if it's all the same to you?

[ Will braced himself, deep breaths in through his nose, out through his mouth, just like Pell has told him to. ]

You're welcome. I'm glad I can help... hopefully it's a little more familiar next time because I'll have to check the broken bones again. And I'm sure I've been worse places, but whatever you prefer.

[ He smiles gently, almost apologetically, as his grip on Will's fingers tightens. Here we go. ]

Okay. One, two, three. [ There's a cracking, and the sharp pain of Will's finger re-breaking ricochets up his arm. It's only for an instant and then Pell's quickly soothing the pain again like he did for Will's head, drawing it away as best he can as he sets the bone and begins to heal it in place. When he's satisfied he's starting to feel tired, and reaches for a wrap from his bag to bind Will's fingers together while it finishes healing -- the head and ribs he trusts Will not to knock about too much, but a hand needs a bit more attention. It'll probably take one session more for them to be back to normal. ]

Are you alright?

Maybe one day I'll let you in there... Could do with a clean out, I suppose.

[ Will took in a deep breath and looked Pell in the eyes, something rare for Will to do. Nodding as he exhaled. ]

Ready.

[ He was ready for the pain, ready to try not to flinch or lash our, but he could never have been prepared for the sensation that he felt. Gasping out a little, biting his bottom lip then gritting his teeth and letting out a sharp growing sound from his throat. ]

Ugh! God danm it! Phoo I'm good... I'm good...

[ Trembling a bit as Pell's healing ability seemed to be directing the pain and making more tolerable. ]

Remind me never to break a finger again....

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