This Mission Bites. Literally.

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Jackson rubbed his hand over his face for the hundredth time, trying to keep his eyes open. The travel was tiring. This world was tiring. Even if he could sleep, the bad dreams wouldn't allow him to be rested. But he couldn't sleep right now. It was God knows what hour of the night, and very dark, as the tree cover blocked out the moon's light. He didn't have a weapon, and didn't want one, but tonight was his turn to keep watch. He could rouse the others more proficient with weapons should a threat come upon them.

He was sitting on a large rock, trying not to think too much about their situation, when he heard a rustling of leaves nearby. He got up up to investigate. He knew he couldn't catch anything if it was something they could eat, but maybe their scout had set up a snare of some sort? He didn't hear the hissing until it was too late, as sharp pain accosted his calf. He made  strangled noise of pain, looking down in time to see a snake slithering away. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, watching the bottom of his pants soak with blood as his heart started to race.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring down stupidly before he regained his composure. Not all snakes were venomous. He could be fine. He just needed to get cleaned up, and he'd deal with it later if he got sick. He limped back into camp, ducking his head into Bellamy's tent and as calmly as possible calling his name until Bellamy stirred. "I need you to keep watch for a minute." He waited for Bellamy to make a sleepy noise of agreement before moving quickly to his own tent, where he carefully rolled up his pants' leg to clean and bandage the wound.

By the time he was finished, however, he was sweating. More than he should be. He took his temperature and swore again. He was running a fever. This was bad. He didn't have anything like anti-venom. He has no idea how venomous this snake had been. Even if the venom wasn't enough to kill him, if he started vomiting, dehydration could kill him. He quickly limped back out of his tent to where Bellamy was keeping watch, ignoring how his leg was burning badly.

"Bellamy, we have a problem," he said. He gestured as his blood soaked pant leg. "Snake. I didn't get a good look at it. I've got the wound cleaned and bandaged up, but I'm feverish now and I don't have anti-venom. I--" He reached out suddenly to grip Bellamy's upper arm as a slight dizziness hit him. "Okay," he panted, leaning more weight on Bellamy. "Spinning now." He blinked hard, needing to keep his mind sharp as possible. As a doctor, his brain and his hands were the most important parts of him. He could tolerate his body being sick, temporarily, as long as he could keep focus.

Tag: Bellamy Blake, Echo, ash, Kyle Wick

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo , ash , Kyle Wick , @severitysoftly

Notes: Just following Jackson's tags! Not a confirmed order so you guys can pick!

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had asked Jackson to keep guard tonight. There was only so many times he could stay up at night, knowing that it would be counter productive for the group if he didn't allow some sort of rotation. So tonight, Bellamy had found himself actually sleeping -- though how restful it was, still was uncertain. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the images that would forever haunt him. The bodies. The children. Everything. He doubted they would ever stop . . . but tonight, he was not tossing and turning. He was also a very light sleeper. So when a voice spoke, it immediately lulled him out of sleep. He raised his head, already reaching for his weapon as he went out, wanting to ask if everything was ok, but couldn't leave the post vacant for long. Glancing Jackson's way, Bellamy's eyes looked over the camp before heading to where he stood to keep watch.

It wasn't long after that Jackson returned, saying that they had a problem. This immediately caught Bellamy's attention as he turned around to look at him. The second he saw Jackson . . . well, it was quite obvious that something was wrong. Bellamy's eyes fell to his leg, but before he needed to ask, Jackson explained. The younger male rushed to his side, just in time for Jackson to grip him for support. "Son of a bitch," Bellamy breathed, panic starting to fill him though he showed no sign of it. He needed to remain rational. He moved Jackson's arm around his neck, his own arm around the doctor's waist to help guide him to his tent. "Everyone wake up!" Bellamy announced. "In Jackson's tent, now!" He further announced, pulling back the tent flap as he helped Jackson to lie down on his bed.

Once he was, Bellamy moved to his pant leg, rolling it up so that he could see the damage. He didn't want to remove the bandage but he wanted to see if it was spreading. "We're going to figure this out," Bellamy reassured him, looking to the medic's face. They had to find a way, because . . . there was no way in hell Bellamy was going to lose Jackson. With any luck, Echo or Roan had dealt with snake bites before. One was a scout, the other spending enough times in the woods. He moved to sit next to Jackson, Bellamy's hand on the doctor's forehead to feel his fever, his hand lingering on his burning skin as he stroked Jackson's hair back a little. "It's gonna be ok," he added on, with what he hoped was a reassuring gaze. The thought of losing someone else was . . . unbearable.

[Echo]

Echo was not using a tent. She had spent too long keeping herself alive to set up a big ungly box that proclaimed right were they were. She was annoyed they were even using them! Still, what they wanted to do was their own business. She wasn't here to tell them they were like children running around the forest. They were going to get themselves killed. If puanna was out there, and came this way, then she had a prime target! Thankfully, this far north there wasn't too many of them. They stayed more south of Azgeda, and to the lands of the west. She wasn't on the look out for them.

She was awakened by a voice yelling, and years of training at her alert on an instant. Pushing from where she was sleeping against a tree, she stood up and quickly crossed the distant to where the yelling came form. Bending to one knee, she pulled back the flap and took in the sight. Belomi and Jaksun were there. She didn't enter until she saw the wound. "Lik goufa," she hissed under her breath, at seeing the healer down. Moving in, she pushes to the other side of the healer and looked up at Belomi, "Belt, now!" She demanded, pulling out her dagger, "A Stick, and water!" Echo also demanded, of whoever was standing by!

Had they gotten to him just moments after the bite, they could have saved him with out an issue, but the longer they wait, the deeper the poison entered the body. They would not be able to heal this on their own! Echo didn't say it, but she doubted the healer would make it very long. If she could get most of it out then maybe a day, two if he was strong. "Disha ste foto," another annoyed hiss, as she used the belt given to her to tie his leg tightly, and prevent more poison from spreading. Using her dagger, she cut the bite area more, and then bent over it to suck the tainted blood out, spitting it to the side, and repeating it again. Once she had the water, she used it to rise out her mouth.

[ash]

In his time banished from his own people, from the lands of the twelve clans technically, Roan had learned to sleep with one eye open -figuratively. He had learned to react to certain noises in his surroundings that would be a clear indication of a form of danger. It could be anything. Roan, even if not meant to lookout, was not really resting. Danger could be anywhere and even though some skaikru, one of them among this team, were more experienced than other, he knew nothing could beat years of experiences at survival. It wasn't their lack of will or talent, simply lack of time spend on the ground. It made them vulnerable to what nature had in store for them.

Roan shot up from his position leaned against a tree the moment he heard shouting. A wince was heard, barely audible, but still there, as healing wounds were still sensible to weather or fast movements. It would pass with time, but that time he had not been given yet. He rushed over the tend, looking the scene over. The wound, as far as he could see, could only be created by a certain, scaly kind of beats, one he didn't particularly liked, for reasons, that the medic of the team seemed to display already: Some kinds of it were venomous, from extremely to just annoying. This one, if he was lucky, could be survived, if not, he could potentially be a goner. 

Roan stayed stoically calm as Echo sprung into action. There was no reason for more commotion when all he could add in that moment, was hectic, lack of space and a potential hindrance in the attempt to save the mans life and most importantly, not acquire what Echo asked for with enough ease to properly help. 
"What did the beast look like?" He asked. Any form of recognition really, might help them to narrow down what kind of venom, what kind of beast and potentially what kind of antidote - if there was one - they could be dealing with. "Someone did see something of it? Color?" At least that, they could give the size a good guess at least. And that alone would not propose good news for the man. "There are antidotes for several of those beasts venoms." The more they knew about the beast, the more likely they would be able to find the right one though. 



Kyle Wick
@severitysoftly
Bellamy Blake
Echo

[Kyle Wick]

Wick had built a blanket fort in the rover--He wasn't used to sleeping outdoors, and every little wind rustle and movement had him walking up. So he often just took over the back end of the rover, and made himself a nice little place to sleep! The screaming was counter productive, though. Pushing up and climbing out, just as he heard Bellamy demand everyone get into Jackson's tent. "Kinky, but ok." Wick walked to the flap, which was being held open by now, when he saw that something was wrong. "Oh shit, we're going to need a doctor," he muttered, as the grounder chick snapped that she needed a stick and water! "Got it!" he called, turning and running to get what she beckoned. He didn't even stop to give a sarcastic comment. Rare for him.

Kyle came back just as the creepy grounder bit into Jackson's leg! "WHAT THE HELL?" He called out, nearly dropping the container of water, but managing to grab it before it all spilled out! When someone eached for them he handed them slowly over, "These better not be cooking supplies," he muttered, and sat back while everything was being finished. Scary grounder dude talked asked if anyone saw what it looked like, "Yeah! I need to know that too!" To avoid it! The scary grounder dude kept going saying there was sometimes a cure. "That's good! It would be ironic to loose the doc to a medical emergency."

Wick looked on at the scene and knew he would be no help right now. He could fix the rover and other things but not people. He didn't know what bitch-face grounder knew, or what scary grounder dude knew, but he knew that he and Bellamy weren't doctors! They'd be SOL without the medic.

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Jackson tried to let himself be reassured by Bellamy's words and his hand in Jackson's hair, but it was hard to feel very reassured when the spinning was getting worse. His brain was starting to go foggy, which was terrifying. He nodded when Bellamy told him it would be okay, not because he believed it, but because he wanted to reassure Bellamy.

He was only vaguely aware of the commotion that started around him, thought when their scout cut into his already burning leg without any warning or explanation, he cried out in pain, his hand reaching to grip Bellamy's leg tightly as he got his reaction under control. He clenched his jaw, breathing hard through his teeth. He didn't look down, didn't want to open his eyes, but whatever she was doing was extremely painful.

The other grounder was asking questions now, and Wick had joined them and was shouting. Roan said something about antidotes, was asking about the snake. Jackson tried to focus. He doubted he could focus for much longer. But he had to now if it might be the only way he would live. "Was dark," he panted. "Maybe brown. A foot long. It... hissed at me." Was that helpful? Did some snakes not hiss? His mind was getting foggier. "It looked like a dragon." Wait, that wasn't right. Was it? "No." He realized he was still gripping Bellamy's leg hard and loosened his fingers. When had he shifted up so that his head was resting in Bellamy's lap? Had he done that or had Bellamy? "Please don't leave me, Bell," he said, his voice a little softer this time, just for Bellamy, on the edge of pleading. He didn't want to die alone... or, well, with people he didn't know well. He was sure of that much, at least.

Tag: Bellamy Blake , Echo , ash , Kyle Wick

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo , ash , Kyle Wick , @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched as Echo entered and for a second, he thought she was going to cut off his leg to prevent the spreading of the poison. Fortunately, she didn't. Not that what she actually did looked much better but at least his leg was still attached to his body. Bellamy witnessed her suck the poison out, Roan soon joining the scene to talk about different possible antidotes . . . and then of course there was Wick, seemingly traumatized by the entire thing.

"We're not losing anyone," Bellamy said stubbornly in reference to Wick's comment. Normally, he appreciated the male's sense of humor. Right now, he was too concerned to let humor help the situation. Or irony. Whatever it was. Bellamy hadn't even realized Jackson's head in his lap, though his hand had moved along with him, still resting on the doctor's head while Jackson's fingers gripped his leg.

Bellamy looked between Echo and Roan. "Best guess?" He asked, knowing that they shouldn't guess but they didn't have time to waste. "Either that, or we get what we need for all the antidotes." If there was no danger in administering more than one. "What's in them, what do we need?" He asked them, needing to find out to get some direction as to where they'd need to go to collect the items. Jackson's words prompted Bellamy to look down at the male, his heart aching at his plea.

He wished he could stay with him; wished he could comply with his request. But the more people they had out there, the better chance Jackson would have. "Right now, we need to focus on making you better," he told him in a calm voice. He couldn't promise that he would stay, no matter how much he wished he could. "You're gonna be fine." Because he wasn't going to lose him. He refused.

And would do everything within his power and capabilities to prevent further harm from coming to Jackson. He lowered his voice, his words meant for Jackson. "I'm sorry." For not being able to stay with him; for putting him on guard duty. For everything. Giving Jackson one more reassuring look, his hand still moving over his forehead, now feeling his spiking fever, Bellamy looked back up at the three others. "We'll need to split up." Because Bellamy highly doubted whatever antidote they made . . . was going to be easy to find the ingredients of.

[Echo]

The one who talked a lot finally got what she needed, and she used the stick to tighten the belt and keep the blood from moving everywhere. Roan said he knew of some herbs, and it reminded her of something she had forgotten about. Echo didn't really need such things, as she hadn't been bitten. MOst the time the sneaks didn't bother people. Even when stepping close. The healer had to step almost on it, or on it's next to make it react like this. "He is right," she began, looking away from Roan to Bellamy, "but you are not. We can't give him something for everything, as taking the herb without needing it could kill him faster. But he gave us enough." Not the dragon bit. They better be glad that wasn't what had bit him. Drgoons were large things, and could eat them.

"I saw cliffs in the distance before we made camp. There will be some of the herb for the couphed--the snake--there." Maybe. She looked at the healer, and spoke in a low tone that she hoped he didn't really hear or understand. "If not, then he is dead by tomorrow's sun set." They had to get it to him soon. Waste no time. She looked back at Roan, and watched his face for a moment before telling him what the best plan was--which wasn't good being he was her king, but he was also her friend and that was who she was speaking too right now. "You stay with him. You know best how to keep him from dying before I get back." Then she looked at Bellamy, who had said they would split up. "I will go with you. We will need rope. We will have to climb to get to it."

[ash]

In his banishment Roan had learned of some of those creatures, sometimes the easy, sometimes the hard way. But he knew enough, to get an idea which kind of those beasts this could be. With the length there really only were two options left. One of them could be found where Florkru lives. It would have to be in a dire need of nourishment for a beast like that to come all the way to this area just for that - which would explain an attack. "For the other likely option we would need a boat, but I think Echo is right. It's most likely the herb in the cliffs." Those were living around here - and could become aggressive under some circumstances - all of which he forgot. It wasn't important now. What was important was that one of them had become aggressive. He listened to the suggestion to split up and finally Echos. As they might be the only two who knew the herb and what the poison could do, it was not far from ones mind to split up. One of them had to stay with the healer. The other should go with their leader. 

"Good idea." He agreed with Echos suggestion of him staying back - even if he had been just her king, he listened to reason and her idea was the best option. She was lighter, she was skilled, she was the better option to go with them, so he was better to stay back. Their leader and scout could handle themselves, too, but a wounded might need a guard. "Be careful." He said to his friend once more. "I'll keep him alive as long as I can."



Kyle Wick , @severitysoftly , Bellamy Blake , Echo

[Kyle Wick]

Brown. Hissing. Bad. Kyle made that mental note but was distracted by the following stupid idea: Split up. As in whaty what what?! He watched as everyone started planning and he took a step back watching them. This was the dumbest idea he ever heard of--not because it was a bad idea but because it either meant he was going with Bellamy in the dark with creepy things, and would feel guilty about leaving the doc with the king of evil grounders, OR he was staying here with the silent creepy and sick doc. "Damn it." He muttered, knowing without asking where he was needed more.

He didn't dislike the idea of staying, but . . . . he didn't know how to fight! What is that pauna thing came? That grounder dude better know what he was doing. "I'll stay." He said, knowing that Arkers had to stick together right now. He didn't know the grounder enough to trust or not trust him. "I can try to build a thing---a rigamajig or whatever to help you guys archer yourselves at the cliff." He looked at Jackson before muttering, "If he turns into one of them hissing dragon things, I'm locking myself in the 'land boat' and going to get a tattoo." He was trying to lighten the mood, but it was the best he had. His blanket fort was still in there. Land boat was how Kyle joked the grounders saw the rover. He knew that was underplaying their intelligence but he wasn't in the mood to play nice. The only part of their culture he understood was the tattoos. He didn't want one on his face, but he had thought about getting one before. The pain kept him from doing it.

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Jackson was starting to become less aware of what was going on around him. or, well, he was aware, but it was hard to focus on one thing too long. He was dimly aware of Bellamy's apology, of Echo saying something about cliffs, and splitting up... and then Kyle started talking, and Jackson wondered if he was losing his mind. "Rigamajig? Land boat? Tattoo?" He forced himself to open his eyes and roll his head to look up at Bellamy. "'m'I hallucinating?" he asked.

And then it hit him. Roan and Kyle were staying with him. That's what they were saying, right? ...Which meant Bellamy was leaving. Jackson weakly reached up to where Bellamy's hand was still stroking his forehead and hair, closing his hand around it. He gripped as tightly as he could, bringing Bellamy's hand down to press against his lips, just resting it there without kissing Bellamy's skin, as much as he wanted to. Even in his confusion, he knew his grip was weak, too weak to keep Bellamy from going.

Tag: Bellamy Blake , Echo , ash, Kyle Wick

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo , ash , Kyle Wick , @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's distrust for Echo and Roan didn't decline. But he also knew that right now, there was no other choice. He didn't trust the two of them to go off and find the remedy. Nor did he trust the two of them to stay with Jackson. So Bellamy was relieved that Kyle volunteered to stay. Even though Bellamy would have asked him to. He wasn't leaving Jackson with a Grounder, no way in hell. Especially when the man couldn't even defend himself. Bellamy

looked down at Jackson, seeing his condition worsening and wishing that he could comply with his request of not leaving. His gesture making the younger male's heart ache with fear. Fear of losing a friend. "We'll be back quickly," he assured him. Giving Jackson's hand a gentle squeeze, Bellamy slowly rose to his feet, reluctantly letting go over Jackson's hand. He needed to get this done, and fast. Reached for an extra weapon, Bellamy handed it over to wick, along with a radio. "Do whatever you need to do," Bellamy told him sternly.

Anything that Kyle had to do to protect Jackson and himself from a potential threat. Bellamy glanced at Roan. "Wick has a radio if you need to get in contact with us," Bellamy explained. As they had not yet required use of the radios, Bellamy wans't entirely sure how familiar the grounders were with them. He then looked to Echo. He hated that he had no other choice but to trust her. "There's rope in the Rover. Let's go," he finally said, looking over everyone to make sure they were all set and ready with their tasks.