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[obstinance]

Who: clary fray (obstinance ) & various
What: october event and accompanying shenanigans
When: october
Where: various
Warning(s): stupidity

[ closed catch-all for shenanigans. starters in comments; feel free to pm me or pp romanoff if you'd like to do something. ]

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[obstinance]

I don't want you getting infected.

[ she could be talking to clarke or herself, prepping to stay (even momentarily) and attempting to convince herself into it. her immediate approval of clarke and the ease with which she's considered her a friend makes it more difficult to concede, knowing how contagious it may or may not be to those around her, whether it is or isn't clarke's job — but she's come here for a reason, and she knows she'd be pulled right back by someone else if she tried to flee. ]

Just tell me what you need me to do.

[romancekiller]

You won't— I'll be okay. [clarke has been through and even survived a lot worse so she is confident she in her words while she does appreciate the concern but it's everyone else including clary that she is worried about.

this particular illness isn't something she has dealt with before especially with how it seems to have been spread. the symptoms are flu like at most but she knows better than to underestimate things like this but if she can help people get better before it gets worse then she is determined to do just that] Come on— let's get you to one of the bed so you can take it rest and we can take it from there.

[obstinance]

[ if you're sure, she nearly says, but she knows not even that reassurance can convince her not to be mildly concerned for clarke's safety. she takes a moment to steel herself instead, still relatively unbalanced from the abruptness of the attack. her nod comes delayed as a consequence, visibly distracted when she mutters, ] Okay. Okay, yeah, sure. I can do that.

[ if nothing else, she can give clarke that much. true to her word, she makes her way toward one of the empty bed, sidestepping the small crowd that's already begun to form. it's hardly surprising that the sanctuary seems as chaotic as it does so soon after the events, but it still overwhelms her senses when she perches on the edge on the nearest unoccupied bed. ]

Do you guys have any idea how many victims there are yet? [ probably not the best question to ask when she's meant to be relaxing, but if she has to slow down, the least she can do is gather as much useful information as possible. ]

[romancekiller]

[clarke is relieved that clary doesn't argue with her further and as soon as she finds her way towards a vacant bed, she moves to sit beside her. hearing the question though it takes her a moment to answer as she mentally counts through how many people have come in being affected with this illness] Almost twenty people or so including you— I was still on the station when the attack happened and I heard about it from Bellamy.

[obstinance]

[ conserving her energy seems to be the shrewder move. in doing so, picking and choosing her battles is imperative — to say nothing of how important it is that she does get looked over, reassured this isn't more than a flu before she presses on to track down what intel she can.

she doesn't look comfortable perched at the edge of that bed, but she's making an attempt to restrain herself from any fidgeting, blowing out a breath to keep herself calm — especially when clarke brings her news of just how many of them have already been afflicted. ]

God, this is a horrible welcome back party. [ it makes her feel guiltier, somehow, sympathetic toward clarke's own plight. then again, none of this has been a walk in the park, from crashing into the planet to scouring the woods to get to olympia when they'd first arrived themselves. ] Is that the only news you've heard?

[romancekiller]

[it doesn't escape clarke's notice how uncomfortable clary seems to be and she can't help but worry with how she is being afflicted with the illness even after answering her question] Yeah, no kidding. I've dealt with worse— that is pretty much all the news I've heard though.

[clarke reaches to place a hand on her shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze] Now how about you try to lie down for a bit?

[obstinance]

That makes me feel a little better, at least.

[ she huffs out a laugh, a sound that's only vaguely amused (and, for the most part, more at ease with the knowledge of what clarke may have experience with). there's nothing humorous about the situation, not in the least, but she's adamantly making an attempt to keep a level head.

the same level head that sees her exhale harshly through her nose as she reclines as clarke has asked, until her shoulders collide softly with the mattress beneath her. ]

That much I can do.

[ no promises on staying still for more than a handful of hours, however. ]

[romancekiller]

[clarke smiles slightly at that and just nods as she watches clary lie finally down on the bed] That's good. I'm glad to hear it—

Are you feeling any other pain or symptoms?