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013* the irony of this number does not escape me...

[Filtered to friends and Lux co-workers//Away from Kitty//Unhackable]

Kitty has that...virus that Reeve's posting about. As of now, the cabin's on quarantine.
We're not leaving. You're not coming near us. End of story.

Niko, I'm sorry, but until someone comes up with something I can't leave her alone so...~~I guess this is my resignation.~~ Thank you for the leave.

We're fine right now, she's not in any pain ~~yet~~, I don't seem to have any symptoms, but I'll let you know if/when that changes. People are still figuring things out so maybe this is temporary maybe it isn't, I don't know, but we can't take any chances right now.

...God, I wish Moira were here.

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Kitty? You didn't let any woodland creatures into the cabin, did you? Now is not the time to be contemplating pets.

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I could always try phasing you into a wall. I don't want anything to happen to you.

I'm already exposed. So long we keep the wound covered and things cleaned, I won't be exposed again.

The people from Reeve's world say it's containable. I believe them.

I'm not leaving you, Kitty. You're my best friend, my family and I won't let you go through this alone.

Thanks Rachel...I don't know which is worse the fact that it's kinda starting to hurt more now or that I keep thinking about Illyana and Peter and home.

[Rachel used her TK to open the door, her hands were full with food.]

If you think I'm not, you've gone delusional.

...and you for got to lock your door.

I know you probably are...this sucks.

Should I have?

If you were serious about keeping me out, yes.

[Rachel sat on the bed, passing over the food.]

New way of speed reading?

I figured you'd just find some way to open it and I didn't want it broken down.

Well...I had started it a bit ago but it seems a bit inappropriate to finish now. It wasn't very good anyway, fiction on plagues aren't very interesting.

See? You are smarter than me. I used to try that when I was a kid, never went very well.

[Rachel arched an eyebrow.]

Yeah, I think you can take a pass on that one. You been reading on the network? The other people that are affected?

I learn fast.

We should probably burn it, I'd hate to return it to the library all infected and icky.

I've seen. Thomas's brother is affected and I've seen a few others. How many now?

Five by my count. Do you remember Gwen? She was on the assault with us? She's got it, too. So that's Reeve, Justin, Gwen, you and Thomas's brother.

Jeez...I hate this, it's kinda spreading more too on me...

Still just your leg, right?

[Rachel put up a TK shield and angled her PDA so what little light she had would shine on Kitty.]

Lemme see.

Yes but I think it may have spread on my leg.

[Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.]

Kitty. Let me see.

Fine.

[Goddammit, it wasn't fair! But Rachel kept her poker face intact.]

Ok, you go clean that out again, and I'll get the bandages.

[Rachel stood to walk out of the room. Why don't I have this?! This should be me.]

[Rachel stalled getting the bandages, giving Kitty more time to keep herself under control. "It's not fair" didn't even begin to cover this situation and Rachel could feel her friend's pain and anguish.

She headed to the bathroom and passed the bandages to Kitty.]

Need help?

No-I'm good.

I was thinking about something...

I wonder if the pain gets really bad if I'll be able to focus on staying solid?

You have me. I can either manage the pain for you telepathically, or manage the whole staying solid part. Don't worry about that.

...is it getting bad?

For now it's fine. It's getting worse though. But it's fine.

Other than that, how do you feel?

A little woozy, I think that's from focusing hard to keep myself together though. I think I may be running a fever or something because I'm all strangely hot.

It's a bit stiff, but it's not bad.

You. Bed. Now. I'll bring, I dunno, some tea or something.

[Rachel began telekenetically gathering up the old bandages and trash.]

I'll take care of this stuff.

Okay.

013* the irony of this number does not escape me...

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