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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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[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.