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The Luminary / Re: Scorpion Fire
« on: May 12, 2020, 11:50:11 PM »
He opened his eyes realizing something. This felt like the times he had been augmented, except he knew he hadn't been augmented. He pulled up his medical records and began to read through what Hofflan had noted in regards to his reactions after being augmented. He went to move to look up his records on his laptop, but moved too quickly as he felt the headache intensely pulsed as a sudden wave of nausea tugged at his stomach. He closed his eyes and sighed as he waited for it to pass. Once it did, he opened his eyes back up as he began searching through his medical records for his reactions to having been augmented. The one main thing that stood out is that his symptoms were attributed to an extreme acute immune reaction, and the symptoms listed matched what he was currently feeling, with one exception.
Seizures were apart of those symptoms listed when he was augmented, and not passing out. He thought about when he passed out, remembering his vision went wonky and when he woke up, he couldn't remember where he was or anything that had happened for a few moments there. The only other time he remembered passing out ever in his life was recently when his health was declining. Back then when he woke up he didn't know where he was and he was a bit confused, but he did remember he was teaching, that his vision had started to fade, then suddenly waking up in the hospital not sure where he was at first. The two situations felt different enough that he looked up the symptoms of having a seizure to confirm.
The look on his face soured, realizing he was too sick to stay unless he knew that Remi was to come back tonight he had to make some kind of a choice. While he didn't ask Sam about Remi, he would have expected to hear something if Remi was ok. After all he too was worried about that outcome. That didn't even mention the question he had asked Sam, figuring he would have had a response by now if things hadn't gone bad. He double tapped the screen on his phone only to hear No New Messages come from the speaker of his phone. Concern for not only himself but Remi had crossed him for sure. He decided he wasn't going to bother Sam for the rest of the night and that it would probably be best that he go home and rest. He decided against a hospital, figuring that this scenario would be too far fetched for mortals to believe, and against the health center on one of the upper floors due to the fact that this was a more complex issue.
However two memories came to mind and he was instantly able to tie them together. The first one was when he was 18, he had just fully recovered from his first augmentation. They had worn him out for a few days doing tests, to see what took and what didn't. He tested having some ability to see, but not a full ability to see and had tested physically stronger than before being augmented but not by enough to form conclusive data on whether or not it worked. Hofflan had sat him down and explained that he'd be getting weekly medical checks, as they weren't sure if the augmentation fully took and wanted to make sure he remained healthy. If not then they were working on a drug to cause the immune system to attack the augmented cells to destroy them, and they could try again after that. He was told that the drug had yet to be tested on others but it was getting to that point and if needed he could be enrolled in that trial as well.
The second memory was of about 6 months later, he had recently turned 19 but they still hadn't discovered if he had powers yet or not. Hofflan had been doing medical checks on him at this point close to once a day rather than once a week. He asked about the sudden increase in checks, and Hofflan did explain a little. That he was doing an experiment to help those who were augmented but had gotten cancer instead of powers and that it wasn't going well, that the medicine being tested was overly aggressive and causing damage to things it shouldn't be. When Dreki had asked about himself, as they didn't know if his was a success or a failure at that time, Hofflan didn't say anything right away, almost as if he had to pause and think about that answer. After what felt like forever to Dreki, Hofflan did say "No one in the trial was augmented with Angel DNA" and left it at that. Dreki didn't push further after that, Hofflan had seemed to be in a bad mood, but not actually directed at him.
He had been unable to put the two memories together before because of how his memories had been tampered with before, but now it made sense. He didn't have any proof that this is what was used on him, but he had a good inkling that it was. He wondered how quickly it would damage things and for how long. He felt sick for sure, but if his body was able to keep up with it then he felt like he'd be fine, even without help from others.
He stood up in attempts to pack up and leave, but the headache pain suddenly shot upwards and he instantly sat back down and put his head in his hands, wincing not expecting the sudden wave of intensity. A concern about him actually making it inside his own apartment cropped up within him. Any rideshare driver could easily get him home, sure, but what if he had a seizure in the car? The driver would probably either call for help or even decide to drive to a hospital instead. He didn't want to risk that. He decided that it would probably just be best to spend the weekend here. Less traveling, less of a chance something bad happening during that time.
He much more carefully stood up, took things more slowly and listened to his body by taking small moments of breaks when he needed to. He made his way upstairs to the lobby, feeling winded just by going up one flight of stairs. He took a moment to breathe before going to the counter, but once he felt he could breathe again he made his way over and asked for a room for the weekend. He paid and was given room 1425 which was a single bedroom style room. Once he got the key to the room he started to make his way up the stairs to the room. After he made it up two stories worth of stairs, he just felt too winded to continue via the stairs. He knew he was exhausted, but he didn't realize that this whole situation tonight took that much out of him. After he took some time to catch his breath, he decided the elevator would be better than trying to suffer the stairs.
His ride up the elevator was more uneventful than expected, while he did feel the twinges of anxiety he was too focused on how he felt physically for it to really get to him like before. Once he made it to floor 14, he felt the number signs to make sure he found his room. Once in he made his way to the couch, placed down his bag, and collapsed down into the couch. He fell asleep fairly quickly, his body craved the rest he was now allowing it to have. Before he fully dozed off, he hoped he would feel better when he woke up and not worse.
Seizures were apart of those symptoms listed when he was augmented, and not passing out. He thought about when he passed out, remembering his vision went wonky and when he woke up, he couldn't remember where he was or anything that had happened for a few moments there. The only other time he remembered passing out ever in his life was recently when his health was declining. Back then when he woke up he didn't know where he was and he was a bit confused, but he did remember he was teaching, that his vision had started to fade, then suddenly waking up in the hospital not sure where he was at first. The two situations felt different enough that he looked up the symptoms of having a seizure to confirm.
The look on his face soured, realizing he was too sick to stay unless he knew that Remi was to come back tonight he had to make some kind of a choice. While he didn't ask Sam about Remi, he would have expected to hear something if Remi was ok. After all he too was worried about that outcome. That didn't even mention the question he had asked Sam, figuring he would have had a response by now if things hadn't gone bad. He double tapped the screen on his phone only to hear No New Messages come from the speaker of his phone. Concern for not only himself but Remi had crossed him for sure. He decided he wasn't going to bother Sam for the rest of the night and that it would probably be best that he go home and rest. He decided against a hospital, figuring that this scenario would be too far fetched for mortals to believe, and against the health center on one of the upper floors due to the fact that this was a more complex issue.
However two memories came to mind and he was instantly able to tie them together. The first one was when he was 18, he had just fully recovered from his first augmentation. They had worn him out for a few days doing tests, to see what took and what didn't. He tested having some ability to see, but not a full ability to see and had tested physically stronger than before being augmented but not by enough to form conclusive data on whether or not it worked. Hofflan had sat him down and explained that he'd be getting weekly medical checks, as they weren't sure if the augmentation fully took and wanted to make sure he remained healthy. If not then they were working on a drug to cause the immune system to attack the augmented cells to destroy them, and they could try again after that. He was told that the drug had yet to be tested on others but it was getting to that point and if needed he could be enrolled in that trial as well.
The second memory was of about 6 months later, he had recently turned 19 but they still hadn't discovered if he had powers yet or not. Hofflan had been doing medical checks on him at this point close to once a day rather than once a week. He asked about the sudden increase in checks, and Hofflan did explain a little. That he was doing an experiment to help those who were augmented but had gotten cancer instead of powers and that it wasn't going well, that the medicine being tested was overly aggressive and causing damage to things it shouldn't be. When Dreki had asked about himself, as they didn't know if his was a success or a failure at that time, Hofflan didn't say anything right away, almost as if he had to pause and think about that answer. After what felt like forever to Dreki, Hofflan did say "No one in the trial was augmented with Angel DNA" and left it at that. Dreki didn't push further after that, Hofflan had seemed to be in a bad mood, but not actually directed at him.
He had been unable to put the two memories together before because of how his memories had been tampered with before, but now it made sense. He didn't have any proof that this is what was used on him, but he had a good inkling that it was. He wondered how quickly it would damage things and for how long. He felt sick for sure, but if his body was able to keep up with it then he felt like he'd be fine, even without help from others.
He stood up in attempts to pack up and leave, but the headache pain suddenly shot upwards and he instantly sat back down and put his head in his hands, wincing not expecting the sudden wave of intensity. A concern about him actually making it inside his own apartment cropped up within him. Any rideshare driver could easily get him home, sure, but what if he had a seizure in the car? The driver would probably either call for help or even decide to drive to a hospital instead. He didn't want to risk that. He decided that it would probably just be best to spend the weekend here. Less traveling, less of a chance something bad happening during that time.
He much more carefully stood up, took things more slowly and listened to his body by taking small moments of breaks when he needed to. He made his way upstairs to the lobby, feeling winded just by going up one flight of stairs. He took a moment to breathe before going to the counter, but once he felt he could breathe again he made his way over and asked for a room for the weekend. He paid and was given room 1425 which was a single bedroom style room. Once he got the key to the room he started to make his way up the stairs to the room. After he made it up two stories worth of stairs, he just felt too winded to continue via the stairs. He knew he was exhausted, but he didn't realize that this whole situation tonight took that much out of him. After he took some time to catch his breath, he decided the elevator would be better than trying to suffer the stairs.
His ride up the elevator was more uneventful than expected, while he did feel the twinges of anxiety he was too focused on how he felt physically for it to really get to him like before. Once he made it to floor 14, he felt the number signs to make sure he found his room. Once in he made his way to the couch, placed down his bag, and collapsed down into the couch. He fell asleep fairly quickly, his body craved the rest he was now allowing it to have. Before he fully dozed off, he hoped he would feel better when he woke up and not worse.