A Large House In New Jersey, Saturday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian dipped the towel into a basin full of cool water, heavily scented with herbs, wrung it just dry enough that it wouldn't drip, and placed it on her lower abdomen. There was a folded washcloth on her forehead, another tucked under her neck and behind her knees, and draped over her side, held in place by her arms. Normally, he'd wipe her body down with cooling infusions, but he was trying to disturb her body's lamia as little as possible, and so had to settle for placing cool towels against what his mother called 'hot spots' and hope that helped bring her fever down instead. The remains of a mug of nourishing broth rested on the nightstand; he was careful to not to feed her too much at a time, so she wouldn't choke. His own bowl rested beside it, still steaming, a small enchantments on the bowl itself to keep the contents warm while it waited for him to finish up with her.


"You know, Pam, any time you wanted to wake up would be okay by me," he said, voice low and calm and conversational. "I'm trying to give you time to work through this on your own, but if you're still comatose on Monday, I'm going to have to start using actual magic, and I'm not sure I'm ready to pull the scales off these women's eyes and have them declare my Grove should be the next holistic retreat." Dip. Wring. Place. "I know you can do this, Pam. You're one of the strongest people I know. And I know, I know. Everything in its own time. I'm trying to be patient, but you've got me worried." Dip. Wring. Place.

Eventually, he ran out of towels and retreated back to the chair, sinking into it with a soft groan. He reached for his soup by rote; he didn't feel hungry, but he knew he had to replenish the energy he was spending on her, and food was easier than sleep. He held the bowl for a few minutes, letting the warmth of it sink into his hands. "Come on, Pam," he murmured. "Don't make me start with threats. I've got some single-user plastic packaging right here and I'm not afraid to use it."

[For the unconscious one and SP! NFB for distance]

Comments

[joan_of_bark]

"At least I think everything's labeled?" Janet ventured, opening up the back to reveal a whole bunch of boxes. "Like I see... hm... 'kitchen', 'books'..."

[witchoftheflesh]

Oh good, because Adrian had no desire to open a box of Pam's underthings. Bless your organizational skills, Pam.

"So probably labeled 'lab' or something?" he said, also poking through the boxes. He tried to keep them in a rough semblance of order, in case she had packed them in a particular way that he was not privy to.

[joan_of_bark]

"Probably," Janet agreed. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she... pushed aside the box of underthings.

Not thinking about that right now. Nope.

(Of course the 'lab' box was all the way at the back. It'd been the first thing Pam had packed. Prioritizing.)

[witchoftheflesh]

"She could have made the soup in the time it's going to take us to find the right box," Adrian grumbled, as he shifted past 'kitchenware.' "All I asked her to do was eat some."

He moves past a few more, double checking that none of them were correct, when finally he spotted it. "Janet! Janet, look! I found it!"

For a hot second, the pride of accomplishing a task that proved to be more difficult than anticipated eclipsed his irritation about what the task actually was.

[joan_of_bark]

"Yesssssss!" Janet yelled, pumping her fist. "Go team!"

Dorks.

"Let's get that inside right away!"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Yes, let's go tell--" Right. Adrian remembered he was not best pleased about this. Well, he was glad that Pam was working to figure out a solution before all these women died (they were all very nice and very appreciative of his marinara sauce), but he already knew that convincing Pam to take care of herself even remotely was going to be an uphill battle.

It's a good thing that witches were patient. And just as stubborn.

[joan_of_bark]

"Can you grab the box?" Janet added. "It, uh. Looks heavy."

And with that, she turned back towards the house. When she opened the door, the sound of someone rifling through kitchen cabinets - and none too carefully - was immediately obvious. "Pam?"

"Who the hell doesn't know where everything is in her own kitchen?" Pam growled, discarding several jars of pickles without as much as a look. "Agar, agar..."

[witchoftheflesh]

"Can do," Adrian said. It was heavy, but this was a man who chopped his own wood and spent a truly inordinate amount of time digging. He had it.

"Where do you want your lab equipment, Pam?" Adrian asked neutrally.

[joan_of_bark]

He sounded mad. She'd deal with that later, if there was time.

"Living room," Pam said, without looking away from her search. "There's enough tables and outlets there to make it work."

[witchoftheflesh]

"All right," he said and hefted the box into the living room. He wasn't so foolish as to think he could set it up for her (or feeling so helpful he wanted to), but the least he could do was start to unbox everything, so she'd know exactly what she had and where it was, and wouldn't need to unpack it all herself.

Anything to save a little energy for her.

[joan_of_bark]

"Thanks," Pam said, a few moments later. She still clearly had trouble walking, dragging her leg behind her, but her arms were full of kitchen supplies and she didn't look like she was about to accept any arguments about it.

[witchoftheflesh]

Which was why Adrian was painstakingly keeping his mouth shut! Just going back to unpacking beakers and Bunsen burners and burettes (as well as other laboratory paraphernalia that started with letters besides the letter B) so it would be ready for her when she wanted it.

"What else do you need?" he asked crisply.

[joan_of_bark]

And Pam reached the box - and the table - and started setting up her equipment, beginning with the microscope. "Nothing. I think that's everything."

[witchoftheflesh]

"Okay then," he said. "Can I get you something to eat while you set up?"

It was called compromise, Pam.

"Something like soup, so you can drink it one-handed."

[joan_of_bark]

"Bring it down and we'll see," Pam said.

She'd be occupied for a while, but her hand might be free at some point. She was focused, not stupid.

[witchoftheflesh]

Time would tell.

Adrian went into the kitchen to ladle her out some soup, casting a small spell on the mug to keep it warm for a few hours, at least.

"So, where's Harley?" he asked when he returned, holding the cup out to her to take or to indicate where he should set it down.

[joan_of_bark]

Pam's hand was free, so she took it. Set it down beside the microscope. "Gotham," she said. "Janet talked me into this little detour before we got there."

[witchoftheflesh]

"How?" he asked. "It sounds like a hippy-crunchy back-to-nature retreat."

No shade on them! His coven could absolutely be called hippy-crunchy. There was a reason the genre of music Adrian was most familiar with was prog rock. But it definitely sounded like the kind of thing that would drive Pam mad.

[joan_of_bark]

"I may have ditched Janet when I came to Fandom," Pam said, as she started to unpack the syringes. "I thought I owed her a nice trip."

[witchoftheflesh]

"Lucky for all of them that you did," Adrian murmured softly. He debated asking more about this ditching and then decided that it was fully none of his business to ask anymore than either Pam or Janet was willing to spare. "A strain of yours got out?"

[joan_of_bark]

"How much do you know about taking blood?" Pam asked, securely lining up the syringes, the tubes, the vials. "And... yes."

[witchoftheflesh]

"Enough to be a competent - though not particularly gifted - phlebotomist," Adrian affirmed. "Rolling veins are still tricky, I'll admit."

[joan_of_bark]

"Good," Pam said, as she began to put items in the autoclave. "I'm going to need a lot of my blood, and it'll be quicker and easier if you draw it."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian immediately began to plan out meals good for boosting blood production and preventing anemia. "How much is a lot?" he asked. "There was rubbing alcohol and bandages in the bathroom. Should I grab those now?"

On the plus side, getting her blood drawn was an excellent time for Pam to eat! Since she would need to stay relatively still while he drew.

[joan_of_bark]

"I'll need at least six vials," Pam said, watching that math click around in his head with barely repressed irritation.

Her food intake was not the priority right now, you mother hen. "Bandages will be useful. Rubbing alcohol, not so much. My body should take care of any infections."