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[thewidewideworld]

From here

Curled in Rangar's arms and clutching Athelstan's hand, Sinric keeps his face hidden as they enter their rooms. Somehow it's easier with his eyes closed. It seems to narrow down the visions.

He tries to steady himself enough to stand, wavering like a leaf. "I must smell terrible." He can't tell, still so disconnected from his own body. "I don't remember how long it's been since I washed."

He senses a turn of discomfort from Athelstan. "I can do it alone, it's alright."

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

"At least get comfortable?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is sinking fast, his lips moving in a silent whisper as his eyes close.

{ooc: feel free to play around him a bit.}

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods and lies down on the bed, trying very hard to untense.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar makes sure to completely stay on his own side of Sinric.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is still holding Sinric's hand but doesn't initiate any other contact.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

It's not,something either of them can break through, it seems. Ragnar doesn't want to put any more pressure on his love, which seems to have become terribly fraught, rather than better, since Athelstan left for Olofier's rooms.

[athelstanthescribe]

Mostly he doesn't want to give Ragnar false hope of more happening than he's able to give, since it seems to him Ragnar still wants it very much.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar would rather not have sex, ever again, than lose Athelstan's love. His simple, affectionate touch. Talking to him.

But he feels all this might be gone already.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sleeps quietly but his eyes twitching behind closed lids, his fingers twitching in their grip.

And all of a sudden, the peace is gone and Sinric is screaming, clawing at his face.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan was only just drifting into an unhappy sleep. He snaps awake and grabs Sinric's near hand, pulling it down.

"Stop. Sinric, stop."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar is there on Sinric's other side, reaching out to hold him.

"Sinric," he says. "Sinric. You are here with us, and safe."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric throws his weight against them, fighting against something unseen, something terrible.

His eyes roll back, thrashing and gurgling. This is no longer a nightmare but a fit.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks up at Ragnar.

"You're stronger than me. Hold him down and I'll fetch the doctor."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes."

Ragnar is holding on to Sinric, trying to keep him from injuring himself.

[thewidewideworld]

There are words between his screams, almost coherent. "Don't! Don't kill her! Ragnar, no!"

But they get lost in a babble of Greek and sharp cries of pain. He fights with ever ounce of strength, blood speckling at the corner of his lips.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan runs for the door.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar wraps a blanket around Sinric, trying to calm him at least a little.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sobs and thrashes, his eyes showing white.

He goes ridged, hard as iron and shaking wildly.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan realizes belatedly that he doesn't know where the doctor's room is.

The only option is to go down to the main room and hope to find either him or Guppy there.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter is actually in the main bar, playing the harpsichord. There is a glass of red wine on the turned-up cover.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan hurries over.

"Doctor. There's something wrong with Sinric. Can you come up?"

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor jumps up, and the wine glass goes flying.

"Yes!" he says. "What's wrong with him?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"I don't know exactly. He only seemed as if he hadn't eaten for too long... but it's got worse. He was having a fit when I left."

[cook_the_rude]

"A seizure?" the doctor asks, hurrying towards the stairs. "Could he talk, or was he incoherent?"