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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Johnny Blaze, Jan 13, 2018.

  1. Johnny Blaze

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    January 9th-Year 7

    The coughs had only gotten worse. A cough that had started on around the holidays that he thought he was catching whatever it was from Berelain. But the coughing only got about worse, and every little thing aggravated it. Running aggravated it. Smoking aggravated it. Working standing long hours in the shop aggravated it. Seemed the only time he wasn’t coughing was when he was still.

    Course he pondered eventually going to the Clinic, saying hullo to Nynaeve, as if she had something for a bad cough. Which he was quickly suspecting wasn’t the beginnings of a flu, but more something he was suspecting was allergic. Maybe the magicteck stuff, he had never had to work with it before, and maybe he was somewhat allergic to it? Or was developing an allergy to it?

    Or maybe he was just old. Breaking down, starting the edge down the hill of old man-ness. And old men just coughed.

    But nah. It wasn’t that. It was so much fucking worse.

    He was sitting on the steps porch, an unusual warm day, melting the snow, the sun sparking off the water drops and creating a million sparkles across the morning. He slipped out of bed, put on something warm-ish, and sat out there with his new fancy guitar that Berelain had gotten him for Christmas. Fingers going across the strings, as easily as a man touching an old lover, no more danger of cracked strings and bad sound. The thing was a thing of beauty…..

    And then: he felt the tale tell signs of a cough coming on. He stopped playing with a sharp ‘twang’, coughing into his hand as the coughs got louder…. And wetter. He felt something wet hit his hand. Johnny’s face twisted in disgust as he managed to finally reign it in, looking down and expecting to see phlegm. Deciding that fuck it he needed some damn allergy pills.

    It wasn’t phlegm. It was blood.

    The world went silent, so silent Johnny could hear ringing in his ears. He didn’t’ move, just stared down at the blood, remembering the distant memory of his stepfather: coughing blood into his handkerchief even as his hair fell out, and chemo did shit all to stop the eventual degrade of his body. Lung cancer…. What Johnny had sold his soul to heal was now in his own body.

    Johnny slowly closed his hand, tears staining his cheeks. He didn’t even know he had started crying. Blue eyes slowly looking out towards the beautiful morning. He didn’t need to go to the clinic anymore. He knew exactly what was wrong…. He was dying.
     
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  2. Berelain sur Paendrag

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    Over the past couple weeks of having (reluctantly) gone back to work, Berelain hadn't been able to spend as much time in Misty Hollow with Johnny as she might have liked. She managed to get to his for a few nights here and there, and other times he would stay at her penthouse for a little bit, but a lot of the time she was kept working too late with all the things that had become backed up during her absence that she just ended up going straight to bed.

    Although spending time with Johnny had been more difficult lately, Berelain had still managed to get enough time with him that she had been able to notice something... off with him. When she had been ill a few weeks back, he'd seemed to be coming down with it too, coughing just as she had, but while she was once again hale as ever, he was... not.

    In fact, he was plainly getting worse and worse, with no improvement in sight, and he acted as though Berelain couldn't see that he was constantly coughing and wheezing, quite often so badly at night that he woke her up. She'd tried to ask him what was wrong a few times and had suggested he go to the Aes Sedai at the clinic for herbs, but each time he had just dismissed her concerns, insisting that it was nothing. Just a cough that would go away.

    True enough, Berelain knew next to nothing about medicine, but she wasn't stupid. She could tell when something was more than just a cough. And a cough that didn't go away after three weeks? That wasn't just a cough.

    On one of her days off - that she was determined to take more of this time, if she didn't quit her position on the council entirely - she had been with Johnny at his house since the previous evening, woken up the night before as usual by his coughing. He was outside at that moment, playing the guitar she had bought him. Berelain left the kitchen and made her way through the house to the front door with a cup of tea in her hands - really, the only thing that she could make well even now.

    Joining him on the porch, Berelain stepped up behind him, her movements silent as he went into a coughing fit. "I thought you might like some--" she started to say, as her eyes slid down to his hand. From her position standing behind him, she could see blood, just before he hurriedly wiped it away. When she spoke again, her voice was sharp and concerned. "Johnny? Are you alright?"


     
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    Johnny had to choose, between the blood on his hand and the tears on his face, what he would wipe away when he realized that Berelain was standing right behind him. He chose the blood, taking a few tissues from his pocket and hastily dabbing it away, well aware that his hand was still stained with it. He made a strange note in his brain to start carrying around red handkerchiefs. It felt fucking surreal of a note.

    ”Oh…..” He said, empty, brain trying to catch up to his mouth as he adjusted the guitar on his lap, something to do with his hand, ”Mornin’….. Sorry…..”

    His ears felt weird and echoy, and he could barely hear much out of the sheer shock. Jesus, what could he even say? Part of him felt an intense guilt at the thought of putting this burden on Berelain. Girl had been through enough, didn’t need this sitting on her shoulders too. She deserves better anyway….

    You are an idiot. Zarathos’ growling voice made Johnny almost jump out of his skin. Tell her, host. She knows of medical folks. She has connections. You can be healed by tomorrow and be done with this self-obsessed depression….

    I’m not doing chemo. Johnny told the demon firmly, images of his step father struggling through it day in and day out, how horribly painful and awful it was. Just delayed it, that’s all it did. Zarathos did a frustrated growl, something that told Johnny this wasn’t the last he would hear of it. Well the demon could fuck right off really….

    ”…. Sorry….. sorry what were you sayin?” Johnny asked, distractedly, his non-bloody hand wiping away at his face. He didn’t want to know what he looked like. Some kind of godawful mess of a man. It would be fucking better without him.
     
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