The Infirmary

Linda regained conscious minutes after she had been placed into bed and looked around quickly as her vision cleared.she recgonized the infirmary instantly and glanced to god her new friend, which she did. "Thanks" she mouthed to her, before examining herself a little more carefully.

She had an IV in the back of her left hand and was dressed on a gown, her hair let down and such. She felt ridiculous, since it was just her curse...but she could feel the extreme pain within her as well.

Lindia nodded, looking at her new friend closely. "Alright...you'll need quite a bit of stuff so you better write fast" she told her and began to list every ingredient and how to make the antidote. "It's only a temporary relief" she warned and sat up in bed, quickly recovering from that session of her curse.

"My curse hits every 24 hours as lasts between five minutes and about two hours so, I'm not sure if that can help you I just thought I'll put it out there" she told her as she saw she had been hooked up to a few machines. "Anything else you woul need?@ the red streaked girl asked asshe sat on the bed and continued the look at Lauraine. Little did they both know Lindia was about to get a whole lot worsez

Lindia smiled up at her when she said her last few sentences. "Thanks, friend" she whispered and looked around, her legs aching and her mind severely throbbing from the after-effects of her curse. She wondered how long she had until she had to tell more about her past to Lauraine, but she hoped she wouldn't have to talk about her painfully life before camp.

Lindia dudnt have anything to do as she watched her friend leave to fetch the numerous ingredients that she required to create her temporary cure. She wondered why it was taking her so long to find the ingredients...not that it overall mattered too much. She sighed as she lay and waited for her to return.

A few hours later she watched as Lauraine returned and smiled slightly at her friend "hey" she said, her Canadian French accent poking through barely. She wondered if she needed help to create the potion, or if she could do it by herself.

Laraine had to confess something: those ingredients weren’t that easy to be found.

Laraine had to run around New Rome twoce to find about seventy percent of the things written on the list, and she still had to run another long lap around Camp Jupiter to find the other thirty percent. By the time she was finished, Laraine had run out of her breath and she felt that all of her strength had left her.

But she had all the ingredients…and she thought it was worth it.

She walked to Lindia’s bed and smashed herself on the nearest chair. “Hey…Lindia…” she said breathlessly while putting the bag—which was filled with the ingredients—on the table. She then took a napkin and started to dab her sweat on her forehead. “Here are…the ingredients…now…as soon as I can…catch my breath…would…you please…tell me…the way to ….make the…antidote?”

Linda smiled at her, ad sat up, motioning to the seat next to the hospital bed Lindia was currently confined too. "Lets see...l Lindia began and then went on to tell her the very complicated and confusing process in which to create the temporary antidote. She had to stop to cough a few times, her three years of smoking coming back to harm her. She however pushed on nonetheless, and stayed without showing any hint of pain as she finished telling her friend the cures instructions.

Lindia was partly worried Lauraine would mess it up, and wasnt sure of what she should do, slightly worried of her own health and of laure, her girlfriend that she hasn't seen in a few days....would laure worry about her? Does laure even still care?

Lindia nodded and smirked, looking at the girl. "I'll make it" she told her and gathered the ingredients. She had memorized the recipe and began to mix and boil and flash-freeze the materials as she crushed some of the more disgusting ingredients and added then to the solution. She worked hard, hoping that Lauraine was taking notes or at least was trying to understand what the scene girl was doing as she poured the steaming, green liquid into vials and then...tossed them.

She tossed them into the flash-freezer before taking out the bone chilling medicine. "Done" she told her and smirked. "I'll be out of this infirmary soon and then I'll be having...." She sighed, she never really had fun.

Laraine's jaw dropped. She snatched her note and took a pen. Lindia's demanding eyes were enough to give her the message: 'I am not going to repeat this twice. Now, please watch and learn.' Laraine blushed and looked at the ground for no apparent reason before she looked up again.

And it seemed that writing the instructions once again was not pointless, after all.

Laraine's eyes opened really wide as she watched in awe. Lindia could do countless things with only simple equipments. Laraine clearly wasn't able to do such things. Lindia, much in Laraine's bewilderment, was able to chop these...un-chop-able looking things. She was also able to do awesome stuff with only a small beaker glass...but the thing that made Laraine speechless was that the antidote looked...perfectly green.

By the time she finished writing, she had used more than four pages. She was drawing a mushroom on the second page when she heard Lindia talking. "...fun?" She ended the sentence. "Of course you will have fun! This camp alone is awesome!"

Linda sighed and gazed out the window. "I've never truly had fun, never have had the strength to let go of all my problems and truly have fun. I have always lived in the shadow of my fear, always lived in pain" Linda put the vials within her bag and played with her magical keychain. She really wanted to die, but everyone had kept her alive, the little things had, as mostly her father.

Although she hated her abusice father, she wanted to outlast him, change the family names image from one of horrid to one of wonder, becoming someone better than just a roman scene girl who was constantly at war with herself in more ways than one. Linda knew she needed to change, but she had nothing to sart her change, to make her a better person. She felt alone and cold, without anyone to turn to.

Linda shook her head "I have yet two friends, you and y girlfriend. That's it. And camp Jupiter isn't safe for a girl like me, I'm bullied constantly, rocks thrown at me...I'm not liked. Do you know how it fees to be the outcast? The 'giant' that everyone hates?" She sighed and slumped. "Thank you though, I woulda died with it"

Linda then looked down, rubbing her arm. She wanted to know what was going on with her right now, what she could do to keep the peace....she almost even felt a tear across her eye

Linda looked at her, slightly confused, slightly upset. She knew Loraine had nothing to be sorry for, after all she had kept Linda alive till now. "Why are you sorry?" She seventeen year old child of magic asked her friend, looking at her. "You've kept my heart beating till now, so you really have no reason to be sorry Loraine" she said, explaining her opinion why she shouldn't feel sorry. She smiled at her friend and sat up, looking around the infirmary room.

She wanted to leave this place ASAP, any type of doctors buildings gave her the creeps after she watched a few horror and possession movies back when she was on the run. She looked at Loraine and awaited her reply, but she smiled warmly to the girl in hopes of cheering her up, before Linda became a human wrecking ball if she lost control....again. Last time she had crushed a few cars, collapsed a building, and well....hurt a whole lot of people too, an event that still haunted her.

Linda had been lying in bed, staring out the window while Lauriane was doing something to better aid the treatment of the Canadian-American demigod. She wore the required exam gown, barely covering some parts of her body and not at all lmfortsble as Linda stared, not having anything to do in the hospital, and both full of boredom and fear. Her curse had worn off for now, but she was still having to be seen and she didn't feel all too well, the medicine she had concocted wasn't exactly agreeing with her now. Her stomach was increasing in pain gradually, and she thought to call for assisstance when she heard someone enter the infirmary.

Linda looked up, only to be confronted by two things. 1: Her name being exclaimed by a girl with a French accent 2: The sight of laure, dressed up for flirting and hitting on guys, rapidly approaching her and taking her hand. She could faintly hear that laure had demanded that if she was ok, though it was obvious the scene girl was not. She shook her head no at laure, staring up at her with eyes that showed a pain, of emotional and physical. Lindia had been crying slightly, obvious to laure because of the slightly smeared makeup that had decorated her appearance, the handiwork of laure herself actually.

"No, I'm afraid my curse caught up with me again" she told laure, her lovely girlfriend and sighed as she played with her dirty blonde, red streaked hair. "I was brought here by a friend, and she's been helping a little, but I don't rink the cure went exactly right" she explained and looked upon herself, feeling her feverish and clammy skin. "Ok not sure what exactly is going on but there are healers helping I think, I'm not too sure honestly" she squeezed laures hand, obviously scared of the events that were to come to her in the not too distant future

“No, no,” Laraine answered, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. A part of her was relieved to hear that she wasn’t a nuisance to Lindia, but another part of her shouted in agony. ‘You should’ve done better than this! You should’ve helped her more!’ it said. Laraine held her trembling hands and bit her tongue to prevent any but-s coming out from her mouth. Silently, she began to think about Lindia and her past life. She thought about Lindia’s special friend, Laure and she couldn’t help it but to wonder. Where was Laure?

A plan started to form in her mind, and she braced herself.

“No, it’s…I’m sorry because I’m too slow, but thank you for not…well, you know. Will a walk help you to be a little bit happy?” and now came the tricky part, Laraine thought. She took a deep breath and continued. “Do you know where Laure is now? If you do, and you’re willing to tell me, I can run to her now and ask her to walk with you.”

OOC: Hey, sorry for not posting. I was grounded.

Lindia glanced at laure and smiled, then turned back to Lauriane. She directed laures attention to Lauriane, and smiled. "Laure, this is Lauriane, she saved my life when I passed out her in the mess hall" she told her, quickly introducing the two so any awkwardness was dispersed without too much drama. "Lauriane, this is laure, my girlfriend" she smiled and sat up, then winced at the sudden comeback of her curse symptoms, which confused her as she usually only had one curse attack in a 24 hour period.

She felt worse than she let on, her stomach was in knots, and her heart was beating wildly. She felt like at any moment she could cough up a lung, or perhaps seething worse. She couldn't help but cough, the tobacco in her lungs not helping at all, and suddenly she knew why smoking was bad. Even though she hasn't smoked since laure confiscated her ciggarettes, she knew some damage had already been done, and she wondered if enough was done to caus her severe medical problems.

OOC: posting order?

OOC: Hey, I'm just making sure. We're waiting for Morgan, right?
And to answer your question, it would be cool to have a posting order.

OOC; yeah, we are and I think the order should be her, me, you

OOC: Yo, sorry for the late post XXDDD I'm doing my best with this messy internet connection.

BIC:
Black was smeared on her eyelids, looking like watery soot cast around Lindia‘s beautiful azure eyes, and Laure recognized the make-up she had put there herself, the delicate line of black eye-liner and the mascara, washed away - by tears.
Her amber eyebrows worriedly frowned, Laure placed a kiss on Lindia‘s hot, humid hand after the daughter of Trivia squeezed it. Even now, lying in the bed with feverish skin and sickness tied to the body, she was more beautiful than ever, and Laure‘s heartbeat rose, like everytime she saw the magnificent face of her perfect girlfriend. Lindia‘s eyes were so blue, so pure, that the sky itself looked like a vast imitation of her irises, and even though her pupils were black, they were alike suns to Laure.

The vocal exchange took the girl out of her thoughts.
She nodded hello to Laraine, with a little smile. 
„Thank you for everything,“ she replied in her soft voice.
However, when Lindia told her that she was her girlfriend, Laure‘s blue-violet eyes widened. Wasn‘t their relationship supposed to stay secret? The daughter of Aurora perfectly knew that several Roman demigods, especially among the elders, turned a disapproving eye on gay/lesbian romances and that it could be source of disadvantage in the later life in New Rome. Like always, Romans were very strict about rules, and being open-minded was often the one intellectual trait they lacked.
Moreover, Octavian, the descendant of Apollo, exercised his power on the Camp precisely by exploiting the others‘s secrets to his advantage - and Laure shivered just by thinking in what ways that wicked boy could turn their lovestory into a nightmare.

Lindia suddenly started coughing, and Laure looked up at Laraine, who could heal her, still holding Lindia‘s hand.

Lindia kept coughing, her body shaking as she hacked up a storm. Struggling, she flailed her arms and grabbed the glass of water next to her bed, bringing it to her lips and gulped it down quickly, her hands so tight the glass grew cracks in its crystal surface before shattering. Lindia wiped the glass off of herself, not caring about the minute cuts she just received.

She glanced at both of them and then to Lauriane. "Just side affects...." She told the younger girl, grasping onto Laure's hand tightly, the French girl the image of her love. Every part of Laure was perfect to the Canadian girl, her eyes were brilliant, her hair magnificent. Lindia just couldn't get enough of seeing or imagining Laure, ever since it had began between them, it was perfection. She looked into her girlfriends eyes, her black and blue combination eyes silently telling Laure that Lauriane could be trusted, could be of aid, could be someone they could depend on. Lindia cringed in pain as she tried to sit up, finally doing so with some help. Then she spoke.

"I think my curse is slightly worsening, and the one herb I need is nearly impossible to acquire..." She said and sighed "Siberian wild, that's where it is and After the environment, the herb is very rare" Linda looked at the two of them. "I don't want my condition to worsen, and I don't think you two want me in any more pain then I'm forced to have" she said, rubbing her back where the marks of her abuse still shined with pain.

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