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[When the journal opens, there's a redhead who looks as if he wants to do nothing more than climb into a bed and sleep. A good explanation for that should show itself just as he opens his mouth to speak.]

Hey –

[Because he suddenly lurches forward and coughs harshly, though he tries ducking out of view of the camera. There's a slight sniffle before he leans in again, just after he wipes his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. His cheeks are slightly flushed, too, with signs of a fever.]

I'm back. Anyone know what day it is? [And he ducks his head again to cough, though not quite as hard as before. As for the question? Because he'd really like to know how close it is to that accursed Valentine's holiday.

... But now that he's got that journal open, he pauses, looks off with an expression of uncertainty towards the village and flexes his left hand, then squints slightly as he works on a filter. Ugh, it's hard to work with this stupid foggy ache in his head. Yet he knows that it'd be dangerous otherwise, especially with the topic of his questioning.]

[Filtered to Jade... and Dist//100%]

Could you take a look at me when I get back to the village? Something happened to me back there... [He does hate getting examined, especially for medical reasons. But this is extremely important.]

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[He's a little past the cherry tree, right near the river and a little deeper into the woods. They won't have to look hard, though, because by that time Luke's decided that he can't just stay still and wait for help to come. He's gotten up and is trying to head towards the tree, remembering that that's at least close to Tear's house.

Past the treeline, though, Luke has to shut his eyes and lower his head, fighting off a wave of dizziness. Everything hurts, he's so tired, his hands are numb, particularly his left... Uuuugh he feels like he can't really stand up anymore.]

[Noelle's looking around, as she walks, especially as soon as she spots the cherry tree. It doesn't take her long to spot Luke, and once she does, over by the edge of the woods, she changes directions, calling to Tear.]

Over there!

[Once she's close enough, she reaches out to try and support him as best she can, hopefully enough to keep him upright.]

[Nearly the exact instant Tear hears Noelle call out to her she rushes toward her, already checking over Luke before she reaches him. While she sees no visible wounds, there's something about the way that he is carrying himself that is worrying her immensely.]

Luke, how do you feel?

[Luke cringes when he hears their voices, and he can't help coughing again. He leans a little on Noelle when she supports him, though he makes sure not to use his full weight, as much as he wants to. If he did, he's sure they'd both just fall over. ... Plus he'd like to appear like he's mostly okay. Yup.

With Tear's question, he lifts his head a little before he brings it back down and presses his hand to his forehead. Gah, it's so cold he can't really bend his fingers right... or maybe that's because of what he was forced to do back there.]

... Pretty awful. Cold. [But he's totally fine. Really.]

[Once Luke's a little steadier, Noelle draws back for a moment, to unfold the blanket with one arm and then spread it out and drape it over his shoulders.]

Sorry I wasn't able to grab a jacket.

[His face is flushed... and with the coughing he was already doing... he looked sick.]

[As much as Tear would like to believe that Luke is simply having a cold, she knows him better than to take that as the whole truth. Nevertheless she moves to his other side so that she may help Noelle in supporting him and not have Luke use as much effort, trying to ignore the chill from him for the time being.]

Where do you want us to take you?

[Yes, Tear. Believe he has a cold. This is a good thing to believe. 8|

But Luke does appreciate the help. He holds the blanket around himself, though he has to make an effort to hold it with his numb fingers.]

It's okay, Noelle. This is good.

[COUGH COUGH uuuugh. He keeps his head down, and he redistributes his weight so that he can let them both handle his weight. It's a lot easier, now that the doesn't have to worry about it so much.]

Uh... [On one hand, he'd like to talk with Jade and Dist about what happened. On the other hand, that might raise suspicions... and he doesn't need that when he really doesn't know what's going on with him.] Your place... that's fine. [He can just sneak out later. Besides, Dist is there.]

[Noelle helps Luke to settle the blanket around his shoulders, making sure it's covers more area. The coughing draws another concerned look, though.

She wasn't given the cold explanation, so she doesn't know what to expect. At Luke's words, she glances between him and Tear and nods, an unspoken Let's go.

If Luke really was sick, he needed to be inside out of the snow and resting as soon as possible.]

Got it. [Tear returns the nod to Noelle with one of her own and begins to walk forward, trying to set a pace that would allow for them both to work together to move him quickly, while at the same time not making such haste that it could harm Luke further.]

Do you have any headaches or nausea at all? [While asking these questions would be standard procedure, it also serves the purpose of keeping him conscious and somewhat aware for the time being. They didn't need Luke passing out on them again before they got him to a secure location.]

... Huh?

[Oh, right. Headaches. Nausea. Luke shuts his eyes, just letting Tear and Noelle lead the way. He hates looking so weak in front of them, but trying to look stronger just wastes his energy.]

My head hurts... kind of cloudy, too. I can't concentrate. [He sniffles, then coughs, before continuing on.] Feels like there's stuff in my lungs... I wish I could throw up. [His stomach feels sick. But nothing's coming up, and Luke feels like if it did, maybe he'd feel a little better.] I keep feeling too hot and too cold...

[That's a pretty unnerving list of symptoms there, even if Noelle isn't any sort of medial expert. Headache, nausea, chills... in addition to the fever and cough. The weather couldn't helping either.]

Don't worry, we should be back soon.

[She just wishes there were some way to make it easier on him until they could get there. At least he's responsive.]

[The number of symptoms also alarm Tear, while at the same time rekindling the anger she has been holding toward the Malnosso. What were they thinking, dropping him off in such weather conditions when it was clear how ill he was without even having to ask? And though a healer she may be, Tear was no doctor; she may have to send for a doctor in order to properly treat Luke.]

Just hold on a little longer, okay? The house is already in sight.

Mmm.

[Already in sight? That's... That's good. Luke brings his head up and opens his eyes to look, and indeed, it is. At that sight, he tries to lift himself up a little more. Sure, his head feels like a hot hammer just slammed against it, but... come on, he can do this. He can look a little better. He can walk.]

[Noelle notices the slight change in how Luke is carrying himself, though she doesn't comment aside from a worried glance in his direction. As they draw closer to the house itself, Noelle turns to look over at Tear]

I'll get the door.

All right. [Tear quickly adjusts herself to better support Luke, for the moment when Noelle had to get the door. Perhaps she should have informed the others of the household that she would be bringing Luke, or even alerted Dist to Luke's condition, but now was not the time to think back on 'could have.' The important thing is that they get Luke bed and rest, at the very least.]

[... Gah, he can't keep himself up like this. He lowers his head again, cheek against Tear's shoulder, and lets out a shuddering sigh. Dammit, he feels so useless... He hates feeling like this. Like he's a burden on everyone else.]

I'm sorry... [Really, he could've found his own way back. Eventually. They didn't need to find him...]

Don't be.

[Said as Noelle pulls the door open. Luke, you've saved the lives of everyone on Auldrant so many times over. She, for one, doesn't care. If anything, this just feels like a tiny part of the debt owed.]

Please don't start, Luke. [She said it more harshly than she meant to, but the last thing she wanted was to hear Luke apologize for something that was not his fault to begin with. Still, she allows him to use her for support, trying to soften her words with her actions as she helps him through the door.]

You never have to apologize for this, all right?

... Yeah. Sorry.

[And he just apologized again, though this time for different reasons. Once they get inside, it's already warmer, and Luke has to let out a sigh of relief. Now, if he could just find some place to rest...

... Then try to convince the two of them to let him go to the Battle Dome. Dist is waiting and all.]

[Luke did you just apologize for apologizing. Really.

Well it's not that important anyway. Noelle shuts the door and steps back over to help support Luke, if he still needs it. Considering that more than likely he'll be sitting down soon enough.]

Should I go get one of the others?

I think that would be best, Nephry should still be here if no one else is. [Meanwhile she leads Luke toward the couch, trying to get him to at least sit down and not place further strain on his body. If she had any idea of his intentions to move over a significant distance again so soon, she would be placing all of her efforts into keeping him here and resting.]

[And pretty soon he does see the couch in sight, and for a moment the thought of seeing Dist and Jade is thrown from his mind. Instead, once he reaches the couch, he lowers himself onto it with a sigh, laid out and even curled up a little, wrapping that blanket around himself further. Oh yes, this is exactly what he needed. Now that he's warm and comfortable, he's already starting to feel a bit better.]

All right.

[She nods, noting with a slight bit of relief that Luke seemed to be settling down now that they were somewhere safer, before turning to go in search of Nephry, or one of the other occupants of the house.]

[The whole time Tear is watching Luke carefully, checking to see if there were any other signs that the Malnosso had done aside from giving him a cold. There's a small part of her mind, further in the back that is telling her of the familiarity of the situation... nut for now she ignores it.

Rather she places a hand on Luke's shoulder gently, allowing for her expression to slip fully into worry now that they were for the most part alone. There were many questions she had for him, but she doesn't know where to begin.]

[Luke feels that hand on his shoulder, and he opens his eyes to glance at Tear. Though he's still afraid... It's a little easier, with Tear kneeling by him and supporting him like this. He shuts his eyes again, and he maneuvers one hand to rest it on top of hers. It's a small, silent plea: Stay with me. He can't say it out loud.]

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