xp_logs | Angelo and Nathan, last night after the blood drive

Angelo takes Joyita and goes looking for a little reassurance, which he gets.

Needing to talk to someone and soon, Angelo made his way along to Nathan's suite, carrying the puppy. When he arrived, he found the door standing slightly open and put his head round it. "...Nathan?"

Still on the couch, trying futilely to sleep - the psychic atmosphere of the mansion was far too agitated, and the fever was messing with his shields enough that he couldn't block the noise out properly - Nathan shifted, blinking at the sight of Angelo's head. "Come in all the way," he muttered. "You okay?"

Angelo did so, sitting down on one of the armchairs and settling Joyita in his lap. "Not really."

"Well, it was sort of a rhetorical question." Nathan tried to push himself up a little, then laid back with a sigh that turned into a coughing spasm. "Shit... of all the weekends to get the damned flu," he wheezed once it let up. "I ought to have been at the blood drive..."

Angelo grinned wryly. "You couldn't help it", he said quietly. "Can't argue with bein' too sick to go out."

"Woke me up. I sensed Moira react..." Nathan raised a hand to rub at his eyes, only then noticing that Bella was back in her cage, and she'd apparently shut the door behind her. Either that or Moira had been up to check on him since everyone had gotten back - which would suggest that he had slept, after all. "Everyone else okay? Physically, I mean..."

"Physically, yeah. They had to get one of the nurses t'sedate Angie, though, I think. She might've hit Moira a couple of times when she was tryin' to get to him..."

Nathan frowned, but let it go. Hysterical people did strange things. Angie would probably be mortified when she regained her sense. "He's going to be okay, you know," he murmured hoarsely.

Angelo looked up sharply, relief in his eyes. "He is?" How?

"I don't know. But he is..." It struck Nathan then that he should probably stop right there. He was overhearing a little too much, and he and Moira did have that unspoken agreement about how he wasn't to use the link to give out medical information. Angelo would have to be satisfied with the reassurance.

Angelo nodded, accepting it if a little reluctantly and petting the puppy absently as she licked his hand. "Do you know when he'll be allowed visitors?"

"No idea," Nathan muttered, sinking back into the blankets. "Keep an eye on the journals I guess... imagine they'll probably let you all know as soon as they can what's up." He would have to go see Doug himself, too.

Angelo nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Glad he's gonna be okay, that was... scary."

There was something odd here, Nathan knew. He was getting strange impressions from the link, from some of the other minds in the vicinity, that made him think this was something more than random violence. But he wasn't about to get up and totter over to the computer just to find out whether there were any staff or team-only posts. If they needed him, they'd let him know. Since they hadn't and no one was dead or dying, he was going to stay right here and try to rest.

After a certain amount of silence, Angelo asked, "So how're you? Flu goin' away?"

Nathan would have laughed, but it probably would have been rather appalling-sounding, and he didn't want to start coughing again. "Ask me in the morning... I think my temperature's maybe down a little. Amanda's potion kicking in, maybe."

Angelo nodded. "'s a good start, at least. She does good potions."

"Mmm. And the fact that I can still taste it several hours later isn't such a big deal, I guess..." Nathan smiled a bit tiredly, watching Angelo. "Look... I'm not real good company right now, and I don't want you to catch this..."

Angelo nodded, taking the hint. "Okay..."

"It'll be okay," Nathan murmured as Angelo got up, still holding onto Joyita. "He'll be okay... just try and... do something to keep your mind off it, maybe."

"Easier said than done, but I'll try."