FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
"no Myka's issues are internal and have to do with her genetic code and DNA." he admitted. "and i don't think she's inhaled the amount of mold that Steve has. she shouldn't have any problems, but i do want to examine the rest of you. i've already checked myself, blood and lungs and i'm clean, but i want to make sure no one else has come into contact with it." he admitted. "i suppose i should test Myka as well, just to be sure." he decided. "i want to test Alex first, he's the youngest and the most likely to have severe complications if he's inhaled the mold." Bruce admitted. it only took two hours to determine that no one else had come into contact with any kind of mold. it was a great releif to know that no one else was going to be sick, but that didn't make Steve any less ill himself.
it was three days before he woke long enough to have a coherent conversation that consisted of more than 'water please'. "hey. good morning sleeping beauty." Clint chirped, smiling as Clint blinked, letting Myka help him take long drinks of water. "morning." Steve rasped. "what time is it? and why do i feel so terrible?" he asked breathlessly. "my chest hurts." "it would. you have a pretty severe lung infection." "infection?" "yes. your very sick right now Steve, though you're recovering now. you inhaled a lot of pretty bad mold." "mold?" "yes. it would have been black, or dark green in color on a wall. i already checked the church you go to every Sunday but there was nothing there." "...oops..." Steve muttered, sounding extremely sheepish. "i... uhm.. i didn't know it was bad..." he paused to cough, long and hard, spitting up a mix of... well it was gross and a few flecks of blood. "ugh..." he glanced around and smiled sheepishly at Tony and Elena, who where there as well.
it was three days before he woke long enough to have a coherent conversation that consisted of more than 'water please'. "hey. good morning sleeping beauty." Clint chirped, smiling as Clint blinked, letting Myka help him take long drinks of water. "morning." Steve rasped. "what time is it? and why do i feel so terrible?" he asked breathlessly. "my chest hurts." "it would. you have a pretty severe lung infection." "infection?" "yes. your very sick right now Steve, though you're recovering now. you inhaled a lot of pretty bad mold." "mold?" "yes. it would have been black, or dark green in color on a wall. i already checked the church you go to every Sunday but there was nothing there." "...oops..." Steve muttered, sounding extremely sheepish. "i... uhm.. i didn't know it was bad..." he paused to cough, long and hard, spitting up a mix of... well it was gross and a few flecks of blood. "ugh..." he glanced around and smiled sheepishly at Tony and Elena, who where there as well.