Tenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[open call]
 . . . Hello?  Um.  Is this . . . Is this the right number?  This is Mayfield Elementary . . . ?

I'd, um.  I'd like to call in sick.  Lucas . . . Last name?  Ushiromiya.  . . . . . . . .  There isn't any -- A-Ah.  Lucas . . . Lucas Fawlin . . . Grade 7.  No, I just haven't been feeling well . . . Ah.  Mostly fever . . . . . . . . A hundred and um.  Three or four.  U-Up my . . . No.  No.  My mouth . . . A few days.  No.  I haven't seen the nurse . . . Um.  Not yet . . .  My parents . . . ?  They're not home.  And I . . . I don't want to bother them . . . I don't know.  I . . . I really don't think I can.  I don't . . . But I -- I know, but.  It's just . . .  I'm really not . . .

. . .

O-OK.  OK.  I'll try . . . I'm sorry for the trouble . . .

[Ten minutes after this call is made, an unsteady figure walks out the steps of 846 Goldberg, his face flushed and his eyes glossy.  Twenty minutes after that, the boy slowly begins to kneel to the sidewalk somewhere on the route to school, but fails to make it all the way before collapsing forward.  He does not get back up.]

((Feel free to make responses to the phone call or anytime that Lucas is spotted on the street, either after he faints or before.
EDIT: For continuity's sake, I'm going to refer to Margot as finding Lucas first if I make any reference to this simply because she had the first thread.  I wasn't expecting so many replies; thanks everyone!  He'll still remember everyone's kindness to him, though.))

Comments

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

(Feel like I'm arriving so late to the party)

[Fran stops on her way to school as she sees the boy collapsing and rushes over and begins to check him for lifesigns]

Are you okay? Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps Free could bring him some water. Regardless, Lucas is not especially in the mood to explain, but since he's slept a bit and has been pampered by Ange, he tries his best.]

It's when my body releases new PSI . . . Never been this bad before.

Wrong icon previous post =(

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It won't help. I just need to rest . . .

[He's feeling a bit better now that he's got some support.]

They'll let me go once they've confirmed I'm sick.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[No problem! In this alternate reality where Fran finds him after faint number 158, Lucas is actually conscious and lucid.]

No. Yes. None.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, that was a very serious fall~ Don't worry, I'm a doctor~

[She doesn't wait to ask for permission before checking his eyes for signs of brain damage]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It'll go away in a few days. Just too tired to get up . . .

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

[taking his hand and starts to hum a lullaby that she might have heard her own mother sing to her]

[no-mountains.livejournal.com]

[Trying to cool his head with some beer.]

Hey, hey! Wake up! Where are you from? You should see a doctor!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I don't know, you tell me.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Well, uh...jeez what do you do with a sick person?

Do you want some soup or something?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Do you suffer from this condition often?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Ichabod was working the emergency room today and saw a familiar face that matched the voice as he looked over his shoulder while discussing a chart from another patient.]

I have this one.

[He said as he pushed passed a nurse and hurried over to The Captain and the little boy in his arms.]

Come with me.

[He lead them both into a quiet room in the back and closed the door once The Captain was cleared.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He'd follow with the boy hurrying as fast as he could while on two feet. He may be incompetent but he didn't want to see a kid die.]

Where should I put him?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He quickly sets a blanket on the bed before turning around to grab another one.]

On the bed is ideal. I will need to start some fluids on him.

[The fact that he was working on a child made him work even harder to ensure that he would be well.]

Do you happen to know how old he is?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Not a clue, I'm sorry.

[He wanted to help but he had no clue when it didn't come to beating things.]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He leans in to check the child's heart rate using his stethoscope, warming it in his hands first before he placed it against the hot skin.]

Young man, can you hear me?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

You look really sick.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[It isn't long before Lucas has fallen asleep, looking as peaceful as can be expected under the circumstances.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas has roused a little after so much jostling around and general hubbub. He clearly nods, and his eyes half-open.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. We're both fine. There's nothing wrong with us . . . Go find Mom. The Drago . . . Go find her.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He uses a light to check his eyes. His voice was calm despite his nerves are on edge from the adrenaline coursing through from the urgency.]

I will have to start an I.V. drip to help you along and give you a shot. Do you think you can handle this?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I guess I didn't make it to school.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He nods slowly. That would be nice. Thank you, Free.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas half-murmurs something under his breath.]

I'm OK . . . I just need . . . sleep . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[A nod.]

After I fight. Must be because of Westport . . .