[AUDIO] - The Clinic

[seacub]

[Emporio holds his pearl with care, making sure not to project much of a video image. The mental audio is best here he thinks, if at least because of what he's 'talking' about.

...

With difficulty, but he's trying to keep those feelings out of the transmission as well.]

Everyone- Uh. I need you to know that Guildmaster Ribombee brought Firepaw in today. ...He found him outside his office door, with a report in his jaws.

...Firepaw was. ...Was working really hard the last little while. He was down here so many times that Anasui and I had to pull him out more than once to try and get him to sleep, but.

[Distantly, one might actually make out the sounds of the Espartha cursing. Anyone who actually knows the bird can tell that he's upset.

But not in an 'angry' way.

Emporio presses on.]

...I'd say I'd hope he can get some rest for a bit now, but after what happened to A.B.A...

...Well. We'll all be taking turns looking after him with the others. But please. Just... ...Look after yourselves too. Don't push it.

[The connection ends.]

Comments

[outbounds]

... That is. Verrrry sudden.

[ There's stillness in the psychic link, Emmet's own brand of solemnity in place of his usual reined in, restless energy. Collapsed in front of a door. A report in Firepaw's mouth. Not like going to sleep and not waking back up, not like succumbing to some injury incurred on a quest, not like simply a case of exhaustion. (Too many of them are too prone to running themselves ragged for it to be that alone, and it has affected more than just the overworkers among them.)

Rapidly, suddenly, with as of yet no real explanation or answers. ]

... He is being well taken care of, at least. But. What about you?

[seacub]

Y....yeah.

[It's a stillness that is mirrored, even if the sensation isn't so jarring coming from Emporio. It doesn't help that he's actually at the clinic now, right near the litten's comatose form. There's no escaping it.

He can't avoid what it means.]

I... ...I'll be ok. In a bit, I guess. It helps that he's still...here, but it's hard not to get lost in the worry.

[outbounds]

Harder over the pearls. [ To not get lost, that is. ] Everyone else also gets worried back.

[ It all becomes one big psychic cloud of worry soup, and then when the links are all flooded with it, well. ]

People seem to have decided it is exhaustion. Or stress, or something. [ ... ] Are you on shift right now? Or are you just keeping him company.

[seacub]

Y...yeah...

[A big ol' worry pile that just loops and loops and loops...]

Oh-

Uh, yeah, just for a little. I started my shift early since...you know.

[Dr. Denne was quite kind about letting him know when he'd just dropped in to see what Anasui was up to on his own shift. Even kinder to let him join Anasui's shift in return for leaving at an earlier hour.

It might, in hindsight, be so that Dr. Denne doesn't have to worry about dismantled beds again.]

I guess in a way I'm doing both.

[outbounds]

[ That loop line thought ... Emmet just watches it from a careful mental distance before doing what he can to slow its progress. He is not the one in control of it, but he can at least try not to feed it too much. ]

Hmm. I can stop by later. If you want anything from the city dropped off then tell me.

[seacub]

Sure. I can't think of anything right now but...

I'll let you know, [He ultimately finishes.]

[outbounds]

[ Regardless of whether or not Emporio intended to inform him of his preferences or not (and intended that as a dismissal instead), Emmet does show up at the clinic later bearing ... some sort of hearty root vegetable stew in a takeout container and a couple of berry pastries, not too sweet. It takes some careful maneuvering, but it gets managed, one way or another.

Special delivery, Emporio, look after yourself or else. ]