Agent Phil Coulson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-12 11:25 am
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-12 11:25 am
Debrief 003 | Action (Locked)/ Written | Operation Swooning Maiden is Go
[Phil knew he was sick. There really was no getting around it, not with all the coughing he was doing. While he had felt off since he'd come back to Luceti it was during the scavenger event and his unplanned trip to the Ice Age area that he'd really started to notice the coughing. And the shortness of breath.
Some of it he attributed to his recently healed chest wound. After all, no matter how mysteriously well healed it was, it was still a change from his previous state of health. That means it takes getting used to.
As the days passed however he hadn't really been getting better. The coughing had been mild in the beginning, a cough here and there when the cold air tickled his lungs. But lately it had gotten worse, harsh and heavy from deep in his lungs. While trying not to worry anyone he'd been focusing on suppressing the coughs as much as possible, or simply avoiding his friends when he felt the thick feeling building inside his lungs.
Nighttime was the worst though. Coulson had been coughing into his pillows as to not disturb either Clint or Natasha so late, curled up on his bed to ease the pressure and pain in his chest. It was exhausting, leaving him tired and weak the next day, almost listless first thing in the morning.
Phil had been brushing off other's concerns saying it was just a cold, he was only a bit under the weather, yes he was taking medicine he'd be fine. Phil hadn't made it to the clinic yet though, even as the coughing had gotten worse and the nausea started. But when he woke up today, tired, aching, nauseous and the phlegm from his cough tinged with blood, well, he decided to make visiting the clinic his first priority.
Before things got worse.]
[The Action | Locked to Loki]
[After dodging one concerned-but-unsure-what-to-do archer and another too-observational-for-Phil's-comfort assassin Phil heads out to the nearest clinic. Even with three layers of clothing on (thermal undershirt, sweater, jacket) plus thick jeans, scarf and gloves the cold still seeps into Phil's skin and lungs.
Phil follows the lesser traveled paths and shortcuts and he heads to the clinic. They allow him the privacy to stop and cough at irregular intervals, and trees to rest briefly against when the chest pain and weakness get too much.
While usually quite aware of his surroundings the growing nausea, shortness of breath, and pain in his chest means he's a bit distracted at the moment. It is such distraction which does not make him aware of the other person until he bumps into the other man.]
Oh. Sorry I didn't see you... [Phil's hoarse voice trails off as the person who he bumped into finally registers in his brain.
Loki.
Well, hell.]
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[Post-Action Response | Written | Filtered to Clint, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, and Jane]
[After depositing Coulson at the infirmary, Loki retrieves the man's journal from the pocket in space in which he placed it.
...there are possibilities for this to become very amusing, depending upon how he plays it.
He opens Coulson's journal and sets up a written message to go to Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers and Jane Foster. He keeps it simple and with ample room for misinterpretation.]
I have delivered the Son of Coul to the clinic at the Battle Dome if you wish to retrieve him.
--Loki
[He closes the journal and leaves it sitting on the counter of the clinic for someone else to find. That ought to stir up a nice little nest of hornets. Feeling quite cheery, Loki departs to go for a ride. No need to make it easy on anyone if they decide to try to murder him.]
((ooc note for Katsu: If you want to have anintervention talk with Loki because he's a giant troll of his actions in this post let Katsu know on Plurk or something and a post may be forthcoming!
Coulson may or may not reply to people replying to Loki's note.I haven't decided yet.))
Some of it he attributed to his recently healed chest wound. After all, no matter how mysteriously well healed it was, it was still a change from his previous state of health. That means it takes getting used to.
As the days passed however he hadn't really been getting better. The coughing had been mild in the beginning, a cough here and there when the cold air tickled his lungs. But lately it had gotten worse, harsh and heavy from deep in his lungs. While trying not to worry anyone he'd been focusing on suppressing the coughs as much as possible, or simply avoiding his friends when he felt the thick feeling building inside his lungs.
Nighttime was the worst though. Coulson had been coughing into his pillows as to not disturb either Clint or Natasha so late, curled up on his bed to ease the pressure and pain in his chest. It was exhausting, leaving him tired and weak the next day, almost listless first thing in the morning.
Phil had been brushing off other's concerns saying it was just a cold, he was only a bit under the weather, yes he was taking medicine he'd be fine. Phil hadn't made it to the clinic yet though, even as the coughing had gotten worse and the nausea started. But when he woke up today, tired, aching, nauseous and the phlegm from his cough tinged with blood, well, he decided to make visiting the clinic his first priority.
Before things got worse.]
[The Action | Locked to Loki]
[After dodging one concerned-but-unsure-what-to-do archer and another too-observational-for-Phil's-comfort assassin Phil heads out to the nearest clinic. Even with three layers of clothing on (thermal undershirt, sweater, jacket) plus thick jeans, scarf and gloves the cold still seeps into Phil's skin and lungs.
Phil follows the lesser traveled paths and shortcuts and he heads to the clinic. They allow him the privacy to stop and cough at irregular intervals, and trees to rest briefly against when the chest pain and weakness get too much.
While usually quite aware of his surroundings the growing nausea, shortness of breath, and pain in his chest means he's a bit distracted at the moment. It is such distraction which does not make him aware of the other person until he bumps into the other man.]
Oh. Sorry I didn't see you... [Phil's hoarse voice trails off as the person who he bumped into finally registers in his brain.
Loki.
Well, hell.]
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[Post-Action Response | Written | Filtered to Clint, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, and Jane]
[After depositing Coulson at the infirmary, Loki retrieves the man's journal from the pocket in space in which he placed it.
...there are possibilities for this to become very amusing, depending upon how he plays it.
He opens Coulson's journal and sets up a written message to go to Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers and Jane Foster. He keeps it simple and with ample room for misinterpretation.]
I have delivered the Son of Coul to the clinic at the Battle Dome if you wish to retrieve him.
--Loki
[He closes the journal and leaves it sitting on the counter of the clinic for someone else to find. That ought to stir up a nice little nest of hornets. Feeling quite cheery, Loki departs to go for a ride. No need to make it easy on anyone if they decide to try to murder him.]
((ooc note for Katsu: If you want to have an
Coulson may or may not reply to people replying to Loki's note.
[Da Action]
[Phil almost groans, but the hitch in his chest says that's not a good idea. Instead he sighs slightly.]
It can happen. Coughing can tear the throat up, leading to some blood. [But no, it's not exactly normal.]
I was heading for the clinic anyways.
[The only reason he hasn't already walked past you, other than not particularly wanting to turn his back to you is because his legs are feeling decidedly weak after that last coughing fit and he's not sure he can take a step with out wobbling a bit.]
[Da Action]
No, I should say that isn't normal at all. You're a terrible liar, Son of Coul. [An ironic little bow, hands spread.] But please, do not let me stop you.
[Da Action]
Now normally he's quite a good liar. All things considered, it's no real surprise he isn't exactly convincing right then.] ...I'm not exactly at my best.
[Phil almost wants to glare at Loki. Now he has no real reason to stay still. Instead he simply starts to walk past Loki.
Or at least tries to.
Instead of walking past Loki and heading to the clinic to get some medicine Phil crumples to the ground, catching himself from making a dangerous face plant into the thin layer of remaining snow but otherwise taking a spectacularly embarrassing fall in front of someone he'd rather not show weakness too.
The jolt from the fall produces another ragged coughing fit.]
Shit.
[The lack of oxygen is making him lightheaded.]
[Da Action]
No, you really don't seem to be.
One might think you require help.
[Da Action]
[His voice is raspy and raw. Phil wipes at his mouth ignoring the additional blood and Loki before trying to stand. He manages to get into a crouch before his legs wobble and he abruptly sits back down.
Right then.
Not going anywhere. Lovely. Phil rubs at his chest again, breathing turning shallow as he tries to ease the pain.]
[Da Action]
If you sit there to long, I believe the snow will melt and then your pants will end up soaked. That sounds quite uncomfortable.
[He smiles.]
Shall I give you a hand?
[Da Action]
The offer of help changes the look into a rather guarded one.]
What do you get out of h-[Another coughing fit interrupts Phil and he covers his mouth as his lungs spasm trying to expel all the built up phlegm. It's a long and hard fit, leaving him gasping for oxygen once it's over, swaying slightly.]
[Da Action]
Do you ask that of everyone who offers to help you? Sounds rude to me.
[Da Action]
[Phil rests his head in a hand for moment trying to get the world to stop spinning.
Sitting on the wet ground really isn't good for his probably-more-serious-than-a-cold. A shiver runs through him.]
[Da Action]
You ought to ask around about the last draft.
Either way, your bottom isn't getting any drier as we chatter.
[Da Action]
But since it seems he isn't likely to be getting any further on his own, Phil must bow to the inevitable. A sigh.]
I would appreciate your help in getting me to the clinic.
[A shoulder to lean on would be very helpful.]
[Da Action]
Who knew that you could fuck with people just by being nice to them? Though he'd better find some mayhem to cause soon or it'll lose its punch as a technique.
He straightens and then offers Coulson his hand.]
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Loki's arm around his waist is uncomfortable, but the height difference means there really is no choice.
The fact his legs still feel as steady as a newborn colts doesn't help either. All of Phil concentration is on his legs and not collapsing to the ground again.
This promises to be a long trip...]
[Da Action]
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But his legs still aren't really steady and after awhile keeping up with Loki's longer stride is hard.]
Can you slow down please?
[Da Action]
Frailty, thy name is man...]
[Da Action]
[It's easier to keep going now. At least for a short while.
However soon enough his legs buckle again and he instinctively tightens his grasp on Loki.]
Damn. [And now he's practically hanging off Loki. His life could not get much more embarrassing at the moment.] ...Sorry.
[Da Action]
This would be much simpler if I carried you.
[Da Action]
Then looks back down at his legs, which mutinously do not suddenly regain enough strength for him to walk on his own.
He lets out a sigh.]
Probably.
[That is basically an invitation at this point.]
[Da Action]
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There is a faint thud as his Journal falls out of his pocket onto the ground.]
Really?
[Phil's voice is perfectly deadpan even as he is held like a damn maiden from any cliche film.
This is one thing he is not telling anyone.]
[Da Action]
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It'd be faster, and he could cough in Loki's face and hope the guy caught whatever he had. Okay, not that last one because that was juvenile and Phil doubted he could work past the manners drilled into his head to actually do that.
Instead he sighs.]
No thank you. Lets just get this over with.
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