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[sweetlies]

who: Ciel, Jason Todd, Undertaker, Beverly Crusher
what: Ciel has an asthma attack
when: 9/17
where: Book store, hospital
warnings: None?

He'd had time during the day, business was slow and if he stayed, he might have fallen asleep in his office. So he'd sent a message to Jason, inviting him to join the teen at a local bookstore to pass the time. And with the intent of picking at his brain a bit for more reading material, things he could read to keep himself up at night until he was too tired to dream.

If he couldn't dream, he couldn't disturb anyone.

He got himself a cup of tea while he waited, resisting a cough. What an inconvenient time to get sick. Hopefully it wouldn't spread to Jason- maybe he should have thought this meeting over more carefully.

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GETTING HELP

[sweetlies]

Text To @Undertaker from @givesyouhell

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ what kind of name was Undertaker? Whatever it didn't matter Ciel needed help so he texted the number managing to keep his cool.]

Undertaker? Earl Ciel Phantomhive asked me to contact you. He is having an attack of some kind and needs medical attention. We are at the bookstore.

[ He enclosed an address not sure if his message was right. Victorian people and texting was strange but his concern was Ciel.]

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[somakemelaugh]

[There was a sound he'd never heard his phone make before. Curious, he pulled it from his pocket and brought it close to his face to see what he could. Not that he had a hope of trying to fix it if something had gone wrong, but no. There were words on the screen, a message directed to him of some kind from someone he didn't know. He poked at it and managed to bring it up to read it...

... and stopped dead in his tracks. He and the child, they had played tricks with each other before, but this didn't feel like anything the young Earl would get up to with him, and if this was a trick by someone Ciel knew, well. He'd deal with that when he got there.]

[He didn't bother with a response. There was an address included, one that he ignored. If he tried to search for it it would take him too long to get there, but he knew the bookstore well enough. He took a step forward and found himself right before it, though he had been nearly across town a second before. Someone behind him gave a cry, startled, and he ignored that as well, moving into the store with purpose. What he lacked in vision, he made up for with other senses and he listened, hoping to pick up sounds of commotion somewhere to direct him.]

The boy, Phantomhive. Where is he? [He isn't playing games, and he won't ask twice.]

[hititwithacrowbar]

The second the attack had started Jason's coffee and everything else was forgotten. He had launched from his seat to help the young earl. He grew up in the ghetto he knew an attack when he saw one. Granted his mind screamed that it could be the asthma that the boy mentioned or with a Victorian it could be tuberculosis, but being a noble that was a lot less likely. His bat-training however made him kick into high gear. He texted to Ciel's wish to the man with the strange name as his fingers went to work to undo the tie and top buttons of Ciel's shirt. Luckily for everyone he had been a huge dork in school and did a project on Victorian fashion so he knew what he was doing.

Hearing Ciel's last name he looked up seeing the man.

Was he related to Nico? Either way he whistled to catch his attention. "Over here!" The casually dressed Gothamite called out.

[somakemelaugh]

His head jerked toward the whistle; Undertaker was moving in that direction before he had even heard the words that followed. There was the Earl, caught in and out of breath in no good way. This world had its technologies that he didn't understand, something far beyond what his own knew, and medicines that had advanced in amazing ways but that he had little knowledge of, so he worked in the mind of one who had come from a world where such fits could kill a person. That end was not something he could tolerate. He didn't wait to be invited before crouching at the child's side, one hand going to the thin shoulder to try and soothe him. "Milord. Let's get you to a hospital."

Without waiting further, he reached his arms gently, carefully to try and guide the boy to him so he could get those small arms about his neck. If he could, he would gather the boy up and be on his way. This wasn't ending in a funeral if he could help it.

[sweetlies]

He appreciated Jason's quick thinking. Trying to catch his breath was already difficult enough, he couldn't manage to loosen it himself before another fit set in. A downside of Victorian fashion, he would admit, were the collars and ties. At least for those like him with chronic illness. Perhaps some of the clothes here had an advantage.

Even without Jason's whistle, Undertaker probably would have been able to hear Ciel's fits of coughing from where he was, one hand on Jason's arm to keep himself upright until Undertaker approaches and guided him to hold on. At least one arm ended up around his neck though, the other being raised for him to cough into rather than on anyone.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason kept his arm up around the young lord once he had had the collar loosened. At least until the approaching one made his way to them and spoke. Once he reached to lift Ciel that was when the former dead man moved his arm to let the long haired man gather the boy up. He was stunned silent a moment just looking the man over as he spoke to young lord.

That scar, the hair and nails.

Yeah, Undertaker was a fitting name.

Then his mind seemed to kick back in as he pushed himself back to his feet, grabbing his jacket off his chair along with his keys. "Hold up, wait for me." He spoke all but inviting himself. Already thinking of a way of getting them a car, but he wondered if this man had appeared so fast because he worked here, or was he like Nico creeping through people's shadows.

[somakemelaugh]

Having made his living moving the bodies of full grown adults around on an almost daily basis, Ciel was light and only too easy to lift once Undertaker had his arms about the boy, one around his shoulders and one under his knees. He stood, watching the child struggle to breathe, and regretted that he couldn't hold him a little straighter so that it would be easier to catch air. Right now, it was hard enough for the Earl as it was. He needed to be quick.

That meant waiting for the other man, whatever acquaintance to Ciel that he was, just wouldn't work. There was a sense of urgency the mortician wouldn't ignore. Usual jokes and jest were tossed aside until the worst of this was over. "Meet us there," was all the acknowledgement he gave. Undertaker turned, as if to head back to the door, and on the first hurried step away, he vanished, taking the Earl with him.

[hititwithacrowbar]

Yes, he was definitely like Nico. Jason nodded at the instructions and watched them vanish. At least the boy would have prompt help, it was much better than any ideas Jason had. He moved quickly grabbing two books off the shelf and paying for them before moving outside slipping on his jacket and zipping it up and slipping the books into the inside pocket before he climbed on his motorcycle and sped to get to the hospital. Secretly hoping he'd be late enough to miss the admission and the worst of it. He always hated hospitals, they reminded him to much of loss.