(2018-10-11) Man Down
Man Down
Summary: Bryce overspent himself. Now he's out of gas and it's up to Syd to get him to medical.
Date: 2018.10.11
Related: None
NPCs: {$npc}
Scene Runner: {$runner}
Players:
bryce..sydney..

Location

Metis/Prometheus Lobby
This is the lobby of the Metis/Promethius residence hall. The walls are nearly 2 meters (6 feet) thick, and that there are no windows wider than 10cm (about 4 inches). For all that, it's cheery and bright inside, lit with high-quality LED lighting. The travertine floor is covered with warm rugs, there's a fireplace with holographic fire when it's on, surrounded by comfortable La-Z-boy overstuffed sofas. At the other end of the room is a hallway leading to the girls' halls, and stairs and an elevator leading to the boys' halls upstairs. There's also a counter, staffed 24x7 and post office boxes. The defensive turrets in the room are carefully hidden, as are the blast doors that can close to protect the residents. There are rumors of defensive turrets, too, but if they're there, they're cunningly hidden. The lobby's cream paint is accented with Metis green and Prometheus yellow trim, and the emblems of both teams are prominently emblazoned on the wall.

Scene

Sydney is sitting (gently) on the sofa in front of the fireplace, enjoying the fake flames and the warmth. Yeah, cold location. Who thought that was a good idea?" But. She's got a study date with Bryce, right here, and they can hug a bit and maybe steal a kiss now and then when the desk person isn't watching. That seems comfortable to her. And he can help her with algebra, undoubtedly.

Bryce walks down the stairs with a slow and deleberate step. Each step looks more like something a robot who is running down on power would make. They take about two seconds each to complete. Struggling to make it down the steps, he gets about halfway down and stops for a breath. There is a heaviness to his steps greater than his own personal weight. It is clear from the fit of his clothing, that his under armor is active.

Sydney frowns as soon as Bryce gets to the stairs. She jumps up, scattering homework everywhere, and jogs to the stairway. They built the floors tough in this place. It's a good thing. "Bryce, what happened? What's wrong?"

Bryce is clearly trying to be strong and brave during whatever is happening to him. He has experienced it a few times but never when he has been this strong mentally. "It's, It's okay." He is not just doing his normal stammering but dealing with being winded. "I, I'm just tired. Hard to m-move right now." He starts walking down the steps some more taking the same labored approach. He grabs one of the handrails to help steady himself.

Sydney steps up the stairs to scoop Bryce into her arm, and to grab his belt to make sure he doesn't fall. "This is not ok, Bryce. You can barely stand. What's wrong?" She'll help him down the stairs unless he strenuously resists.

Bryce all but collaspes into her arms. The second he doesn't have to support himself, his under armor disappears leaving a very limp and weak body underneath it all. He just breaths for a bit as she helps him down the stairs. "I, I think I've said how, how my powers, my mind is is trying to k-kill me?"

Sydney holds Bryce to her and just picks him up at this point, in a one-armed scoop, like you'd pick up a cat. She uses the other hand for the railing. Falling wouldn't hurt her. Falling on Bryce might kill him. "Yeah…"

Bryce rests his head on her as she starts to carry him. He swallows hard in his throat. "I, there was a mission. We went on a, a boat to rescue Daxton in the water. I, well I did … " He pauses and just breathes again for a few moments. Finally, he resumes, "The magic c-carpet things for two others. I had to, to make it bigger and fly them for a - a while. We found him and, and got him on the carpet so I could, uh, fly us to the boat." He swallos again to say, "I then had to, to help with the claw because he, he is sooo fast." Once more he stops talking and rests as though even the talking is tiring him out. "I may have, have used too much."

Sydney nods. "Yeah, sounds like it. I think we need to get you to medical, to be honest. I know that's probably not your favorite place in the world." Now that she has the use of both hands, she carries him accordingly, with the "Carried over the threshold" carry, rather than the more efficient (but infinately less dignified) fireman's carry. "We gotta find a solution for you. Something like… a way to add energy to your battery externally.

"I, I have an external battery," Bryce explains. "Of, of sorts. I function like two separate batteries." He shakes his head trying to focus on the explanation. "I am a, a living battery of psychic energy, that, that is h-how I see it. Sort of. Sssome of that is drawn off to an external battery in my, my circlet." He coughs and clears his throat. "That tends to, to power my armor."

Sydney nods. She's heading for medical, unless her passenger objects. She holds Bryce close to keep him warm. "I was thinking if we could create just… a generator of psychic energy and have it feed the circlet… and maybe you too… your powers wouldn't leach so much from your body." Nobody better give them weird looks. Syd's defensive right now.

Bryce is rather silent along the way to the medbay. "Don't, don't let them…. no healers." He is very afraid of magical healing and has always been disturbed by healers and healings. "First time ss-omething like this happened, I, I went into a c-coma. … for a long time. My father made this, this circlet to wake me up. Don't let them, them take it, it off."

Sydney nods. "Ok. I'll tell them, in case it's not in your medical records." She carries Bryce in the emergency entrance. "He can barely stand up. He's overextended his powers. And this is very important. Don't let anyone take off his circlet, or he'll go into a coma, he tells me." She gently lowers Bryce onto one of the med beds, as assigned. Why bother with a gurney? "Seriously. You can take his underwear, but not his circlet."

When Sydney says that they can take his underwear, Bryce protest/mumbles something. His circle starts to do the flash that indicates a power draw, normally the activation of his under armor.

You say, "Bryce… relax… They're here to help you. You don't need to wear your armor, and you can't afford the power drain." Syd runs her hand through her hair.

The receiving EMT says, "We have it on file, Syd. Don't worry." He turns to Bryce to add, "Don't you worry either. We'll get someone to bring you your pajamas from your room. Meantime, let's have a look at you." He stands back watching the medical display. "Heart rate's low, respiration's low, blood pressure's low…" he rattles off the symptoms. "It's like you're trying to fall asleep but you've had way too much caffeine in some parts of your brain. Are you having any trouble sleeping?"

Bryce shakes his head a bit and says, "No, I, I don't want to - to sleep. It, I might not, not wake up." He is struggling to keep his eyes open. He looks to Sydney and says, "I, I tend to be, uh, nervous and, uh, embarrassed." He doesn't want to tell her that this scares him and that he is worried about what happens if he falls into another coma.

Sydney reaches out to take Bryce's hand and hold it, listening.

The Doctor arrives and is passed down by the EMT. Despite the advanced equipment, the doctor is one to use a stethoscope, to feel the pulse at the wrist, to look at the eye pupils. "Given your medical history," he says, "I'm going to say that you've overused your powers. We have to get you to sleep. I'd like to give you a mild tranquilizer. It won't force you to sleep, but it will help your brain stop burning up so much energy so fast. It'll also help you get some sleep."

Bryce's body tries to tense in worry though there isn't much left to tense up with. "I, I don't want to, to have to, to learn … to … walk .. again." He tries to hold Sydney's hand though his hand is rather limp at the moment though the effort is there.

Sydney pets Bryce's head gently. "Easy… easy…"

The doctor says, "With the circlet in place, you should have enough reserves not to fall into a coma. It should just be a matter of getting you some sleep, giving you lots of nutrients intravenously, and not using your powers at all until your strength recovers enough to leave here. Then I think we should get you on a fitness program to build up your physical strength, so your mental powers can't as easily deplete you.

"I tried…excercising," Bryce admits. "Several, t-times." He shakes his head a bit and says, "It, it didn't work." Buddy remembers trying to run on the beach and falling with his face in the sand. He was so tired that he couldn't even get up. "When I, I get weak or, or tired, I use my armor to, to suppliment my body. It's sometimes easier to, to move my mind than my body."

The doctor nods, thinking about it. "We'll have to do more tests once your energy level is up further and see what we can do. In the long run, this isn't a sustainable balance, especially if your powers keep getting stronger, as I expect they will. But for the mean time, we need to rebuild your ATP levels. We'll give you some creatine, some B vitamins, and some CoQ10. They're all precursors to ATP. Also some glucose, because that's what ATP is made from. I won't give you the tranquilizer before bedtime if you really insist, but in my opinion, you're running a greater risk of coma from lack of ATP if you don't get your whole brain to sleep.

Bryce suddenly tries to sit up though he doesn't get very far. That doesn't keep him from trying. "What about, about m-my classes? I, I don't want to, uh, get behind and, well, I've got to k-keep learning."

Sydney squeezes Bryce's hand. "I can bring you your homework. We won't let you fail."

Bryce relaxes with that and nods his head again. "I've, uh, I've read all the, the books. I hope I don't, uh, l-lose my, my job." Worry much kid? He is tettering on the brink of falling into a coma and he is worried about his grade and his job at the commissary.

The doctor smiles. "It would be against school policy for your boss to hold this against you. I don't imagine even your girlfriend here would wander off."

Syd blushes straw colored. "Uhh. No"

With the most prominent of his worries taken care of and his hand still in Sydney's hand, Bryce lays his head back down. He stops fighting the extreme exhaustion that he has been feeling. His eyes start to close and then blink open. Once again they begin closing, only to open again. The third time, the close much much slower but do not open this time.

Sydney kisses Bryce slightly. "Sleep tight."

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