Muse Reaction Soft Edition for Lorna!

[John Allerdyce]

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.
Tag Lorna Dane

[Lorna Dane]

The doctor was about to get a face full of metal. Folding her arms over her chest she ground her feet and refused to move. "You're going to get sick!" the doctor growled at her, but he didn't look scary with his face and hands covered with a mask and gloves to protect him. Lorna however wore nothing for protection. She had a hidden power. One she didn't use often, and no one knew about. Lorna didn't get sick, she made people sick. Which meant when people got sick she always (very secretly) wondered if it was her making them that way. "I'll risk it." She snapped back at him. "Why do you even care!" Why indeed. Lorna wasn't the soft touchy feely one. People got sick, whatever. But this sickness was taking out a lot of the mutants here and everyone knew that some might not make it. A hazard of living here meant meds weren't close by. They had to make do. "Just do your job and stop bitchin' at me!" She snapped back.

The doctor huffed and walked always. Lorna finally relaxed her stance and turned to walk toward one bed. Pyro had gotten sick too, and while Lorna felt worry for one of the first times in her life that she might actually lose someone. Sitting by the bed she picked up the rag of cold water and put it on his forehead. "If you die, I am gonna to kill you." She muttered to him, but her tone wasn't angry. It was worried. She wished she could do more then copy the sickness, and pull it out of him. She hated the idea that this could have been her. She didn't know this sickness, but who knew what she did in her sleep when the nightmares came. This was why she told no one. Not Pyro. No Magneto. This was on her. Tossing the rag away, Lorna touched his cheek softly to see if he felt any cooler. 

[John Allerdyce]

Pyro was drifting in and out of sleep. Whatever this sickness was had hit him hard . . . just like it had everyone else. He could hear the familiar voices of Lorna and probably the doctor from the way he spoke, but it sounded distant. More distant than it actually was. He tried to open his eyes, though they felt heavy. As if it took energy and strength that he didn't have to do such a simple action. When he heard her words, far closer and from the content . . . clearly directed at him, he knew she was close. Very close. "I always knew you'd be the death of me," he replied with joking sarcasm. The threat stemmed from concern and even Pyro knew that. He felt the cool rag upon him and had to admit, it felt good. The cooling sensation battling his burning fever. Ironic, for a pyrokinetic.

When he opened his eyes he noticed her hand on him and jerked away from it. Not because it was an unwanted touch, but because he had belatedly realized the repercussions of her being so close. And suddenly, clarity of the doctor's words rung in his mind. "Get out," he told her, his own concern starting to show though too weak to add any more strength to the words. "This thing is contagious." Surely she knew that. "Last thing I need is you blaming me for getting sick too." Another teasing remark but . . . truth was, he didn't want her to get sick. He didn't want her to feel this same horrible feeling; be in this same unwell state he was in. Others had died from it and though he wouldn't admit it, Pyro was scared that he would be one of those worst case victims.

Tag Lorna Dane

[Lorna Dane]

Lorna gave a half sarcastic half amused two syllable laugh before rolling her eyes at her first comment--and then e pushed back and told her to get out! Little punk better count his stars that she was wiping his gross ass sweat! "Lay back down and stop being a bitch before you get worked up!" The doctor had his hands full and like hell she was risking him not getting better. If he had someone to make sure he got better then he wouldn't be one of the ones to kick it because they were weak.

It took her a minute but she realized that he was trying not to get her sick. She liked it, but wasn't going to admit it. If she admitted it and he stopped then she was the dumb bitch who got too attached. "I don't get sick. Different sickness go around here all the time. Have you ever noticed me get sick once? I'm a rock!" More like she was a mutant, and her powers protected her. But no one knew that. She wasn't about to share a sharing and caring circle so she wasn't about to tell him now. If he got scared and bolted then she'd have no one. "You you wiggle too much and get a fervor again, I'm going to sell your shit on Ebay. Take a nap, rest up. You're going to need it. If you your fevor don't come back tonight then you're out of the woods the doc said, so I now I have to sit here all night. You can thank me any time!" No one told her to sit here. She'd put her self here and refused to leave.