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[The camera is a little clumsy. There's a swipe of movement on the screen, some fumbling before Roxas gets a firm grip on the thing out in front of him.

He's hunched against a wall, his temple braced against his folded arm. He's breathing hard, and he looks pale and so weak. Wherever he is, there's enough sunlight to make out his form and face, but it's dark enough that no one on the streets would likely have a clear view of him.

He blinks hard and swallows. Breathlessly,]

I need help.

[It's likely fourth stage he's feeling right about now.]

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Do you want me to come over, or would you rather wait for someone you know?

[ She knows that there are plenty of people here more conservative about touching people, but she's worried enough that she hopes he'll let her come. ]

Um- [His eyes squeeze shut.] Anyone. Anyone's fine.

Alright, if you're sure.

My name's Steph, by the way. Stephanie Brown.

Roxas.

[He'd say more, but he's not in the best condition right now. ): Sorry, Steph.]

Near the District Three sign. Across the bridge.

[ She smiles. ]

I'll see you soon, Roxas.

[ It was only for a short while and in a country where she didn't speak the language, but she did work as a nurse once. She knows how important bedside manner can be. So while she puts on a show of this not being a big deal she rushes to the appointed location as quick as she can.

She slows as she crosses the bridge. ]

Roxas? You here?

[For a moment, a response won't follow until she notices a pale, weak teenager make his way around the corner of a wall, the entrance to an alleyway. He's trying so hard to keep himself upright, with an arm braced against the wall, the other still trying to keep a grip on his grocery bag.

He made it to the street in time, at least. He looks up at her, eyes glazed, registering her face before his mouth falls open to speak, pushing out the word as if of its own accord.]

Here.

[If she didn't see him yet.]

Hey!

[ She hurries over to pull the bag from his hand before he drops it and to offer him her shoulder. In her short sleeves even just that should help a little. ]

Come on, let's sit down.

[He lets go of the bag without any reluctance; he's a little too lightheaded to keep holding it anyway. However, he does hesitate when it comes to hanging onto her, eyes squinted at her shoulder, but he relents and moves to hang onto it, leaning away from the wall and onto her.]

Sorry. [Mumbled, since he's sort of putting his weight on her. And for being deadweight in general. He brings a hand to his forehead and nods. At least he can breathe a little easier, but something as bad as this might take a bit to slow down.]

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[ She positions herself under him as gently as she knows how and begins steering him in the direction of the nearest bench. ]

Nothing to be sorry for. You'll be just fine, I won't drop you.

[Even Roxas can't say that the small amount of physical contact isn't helping him any. Because it is. His sickness is giving way into tiredness, but it's better than nothing. He'll sit whenever they reach it.]

I can't believe this isn't a joke.

[ She lowers him gently onto a bench and settles next to him so that their sides are pressed together. It seems the simplest way to maintain contact. ]

I'm afraid you'll have to add this one to the 'strange but true' list. How are you feeling?

If you wish to, I can come over to help you. [ though he is a stranger ]

[He knows, and it isn't as if he's at all comfortable with the idea either. He just has no other choice.]

Okay. [He closes his eyes, breathing deeply.] It's fine. It's-... There's an alley by the District 3 sign, after you- you cross the river.

I will be there in a moment.

I'm Kaworu, by the way.

Roxas.

...Why are you helping someone you don't know?

[Wing is never certain how comfortable a human would be with his kind but a call for help is one he cannot abstain from. He could never watch another living being suffer without taking action.]

Young sir, your distress is great. [The concern is clear in his tone.] I can come, quickly if need be. ... If you wish it?

[Give him a second to blink. There's a giant, talking robot on the screen.

He's seen a lot of things, but never anything like this.]

[Okay. He swallows again, eyes traveling. There's another pang of nausea, and they slip shut. He tries thinking clearly: (no offense, Wing ): but) can a robot really help him with this?

If he can, anything's better than how he feels right now. If there's any reason to fight for his life, against anyone who offers him help, he'll find some way to defend himself, no matter the cost.]

That's fine, just... If you can stop this... [That means yes.]

[The reaction doesn't surprise him, it's not the first and won't be the last. But he's patient and waits for a response, offering an encouraging smile.]

If these are withdrawal symptoms you're experiencing, I should be able to help, yes. Where are you?

[His wings flick from behind him as he wonders if it's a far enough distance to warrant flying in jetmode. Would the transformation be additionally unsettling?]

[Maybe a little @_@ but Roxas might just think he's hallucinating anyway.

He leans from the wall, holding his forehead, pulling back his bangs and closing his eyes.]

Past the District Three sign. Over the bridge.

Edited (Forgot the subject line! Excuse me ;_;) 2013-07-13 22:10 (UTC)

[A hallucination would be a likelier explanation, but as they say, sometimes life is stranger than fiction.]

I'll be there momentarily. And please, what's your name lad? I'm Wing.

_{[America has seen others sick from lack of touch already. He can recognize the symptoms now.]}

Hey where are you at? Let me help you out! You need physical contact pronto!

[It takes him a moment to reply. He's still uncomfortable with the idea of doing this with people he doesn't know at all.]

District Three. It's the alley next to the sign, across the bridge.

I'll be right there. Hang on Man. It's going to be okay.

_{[He starts on his way to district three, talking on the way.]}

I'm America by the way, from Earth. What's your name?

Roxas. [From Sora, who is actually a boy and not a planet. He doesn't really have a home. But he's not going to say that.]

Um. Thanks. [For helping him.]

No big deal. A guy oughta help his fellow man out.

_{[He tries to make casual conversation as he hurries there. Best to make sure Roxas is still awake as well.]}

So Roxas... What do you think of this city so far?

[Good plan. He might pass out any second, to be honest, and talking might at least keep him a little more conscious.]

I can't believe any of this is real. [He honestly couldn't, before this happened.] It's weird. All of it is. I just need to find a way to get back.

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