Much to the relief of Jerrik Rawn Deegan, Kevlan Sharr has slept reasonably
peacefully during most of the day following Rhianna Turlough's visit, and her 
use of her empathic talent to calm his young friend. Oh, it hasn't really been
a truly placid sleep - he's seen Kevlan toss and turn and mumble occasionally,
but for once, the young Singer hasn't cried out in the grip of a nightmare.

Good thing, too, Jerrik thinks. He knows the boy can use the rest, and that
his symbiont - strong thing that it is - must surely be taking the
opportunity to keep Kevlan prone while it works on making him mobile once
more. And not only Kevlan is in need of rest - Tamber, too, has worn
himself ragged lately.

During this day's passage, Jerrik stays in the suite, wondering when Bernadette
will return from Shankill Station - and wondering when his friend Kevlan will
show more signs of recovery. Kevlan does show many signs of worry over
Berni's continued absence, and frequently glances worriedly about the suite,
but the disoriented Singer is still coaxed easily into continued rest.
And it's during another bout of this rest that the suite gets another
visitor....

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To White Quadrant, Jerrik heads to the door, to stick his head out to see who's 
  there, when he sees the light on the computer flash the signal of someone's 
  presence at the door.

Jerrik steps out into the hallway.
Jerrik has left.
Jerrik> White Quadrant
Jerrik> This gleaming white strip blazes in rainbow patterns: not the absence 
  of color, but the presence of all colors in the spectrum. The intensity of 
  the whiteness does not hurt your adapted vision but soothes it in a 
  subliminal manner. Several recessed doorways indicate the quarters of some 
  singers. 
Jerrik> Contents:
Jerrik> Rykos
Jerrik> Obvious exits:
Jerrik> Turlough Suite  Kevlan's Suite  Elissa's Suite  Diamond's Suite  Phil's 
  Homebase  Lifts  
Jerrik> To Kevlan's Suite, Rykos leans heavily against the door frame, 
  shivering and trying to stand upright.
Jerrik> Jerrik steps out quietly, and blinks around.
Jerrik> Rykos is dressed in very drab and rough clothing. A murky beige shirt 
  and pants hang loosely on his underfed and over exhausted frame. His face is 
  unshaven and his hair still wet with radiant fluid.
You would guess that he is in his early twenties. His bright blue eyes shine 
  intensely and neatly cropped black hair is combed back off his face. He 
  stands about 5'10" but it is difficult to tell unless he is standing still. 
  Often he will be lost in thought, unaware of what is being said around him.


As a result of massive doses of resonance in Alric's attempt to heal him, 
  Rykos's symbiont has gone into overload. His injuries seem to be healing 
  faster than his body can cope with it, racking his body with spasms. He 
  occasionally coughs blood as his spine resets its self causing internal 
  bleeding that takes moments to heal.. One can only speculate what may happen 
  if the rapid healing it not stopped. Only a constant feed of drugs slows it 
  as the symbiont tries to break down each drug in turn.The radiant fluid 
  seemingly slows the resonance enhanced symbiont to almost managable levels.
Rykos is constantly shivering and can barely stand up straight. His eyes seem 
  almost devoid of life, though occasionally they dart about the room 
  uncontrollably.

Jerrik> Rykos almost falls over as Jerrik open the door. He looks up at him in 
  surprise." I...I..came...to.to..see..Ma..master Kevlan.."

Jerrik> Jerrik starts at the sight of the visitor. "Good gods... Singer, if you 
  don't mind my saying so, you look like you need to be in the Infirmary."

Jerrik> Rykos shakes his head quickly, "N.no..not..there...too...quiet...too 
  dark...where's...ma.master Kevlan.?"
Jerrik> Rykos reaches out with a shaking hand to steady himself on the door 
  frame. His face winces in pain as his body shudders again.

Jerrik> Jerrik frowns, looking the young man up and down, seeming surprised to 
  see someone in as awful a state as Kevlan Sharr. And the 'master' part raises 
  the sled tech's eyebrows. "He's sleeping, but I can't stay out here lest he 
  wake up. And frankly I'm not sure if either of you are up to a visit... "
Jerrik> Jerrik, concerned, reaches for Rykos, ready to catch him if he falls 
  over.

Jerrik> Rykos looks up at you desperately, "P..please..sir..j..just...wanted 
  to..to see him." His grip on the doorframe slips and he beings to fall 
  towards the door.

Occasionally, your thoughts turn to your claim sites.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan seems to be elsewhere occasionally.

Jerrik> Jerrik sighs, and leans in to give you a shoulder to support. "C'mon, 
  lad, get in here and sit down before you fall down."
Jerrik> Jerrik mutters, "Where's Randale when we need him....?" as he nudges 
  open the door into Kevlan's suite....

Jerrik steps in from the hall.
Jerrik has arrived.

Rykos steps in from the hall.
Rykos has arrived.
Rykos leans heavily on Jerrik, though there is near to no weight to him at all.

Kevlan rolls over on his bed, roused at the sounds of entry into the room. He 
  starts, and then blinks confusedly at Jerrik. A pleadingly hopeful look 
  flashes into his eyes, to be replaced by evident confusion again as he spies 
  Rykos.

Jerrik escorts Rykos to the nearest chair, and helps him sit, before going 
  quickly to Kevlan and looking the other young man up and down. "Galahad, I 
  didn't mean to wake you up.... son, Rykos wanted to see you."

Rykos's gaze flickers round the room, almost erratically, until it rests on 
  Kevlan. He shudders against Jerrik, his knees buckling as he falls into the 
  chair. "Ma..master..Kevlan..?
Rykos looks at you for a moment.

Kevlan for a moment reflexively jerks back towards the wall behind him, 
  grabbing at the blanket covering his body as if using it as a shield. He then 
  blinks, and blushes, at Rykos's form of address, even as he seems to realize 
  that something's obviously deeply wrong with the other Singer. Kevlan relaxes 
  a little, but doesn't scoot back to the nearer side of the bed.

Jerrik, privately wondering when the Sharr suite became the latest branch of 
  the Infirmary, looks at Rykos and says quietly, "He hasn't talked much 
  lately. For your sake and his, you might want to keep this short."

Rykos pulls his knees up against him on the chair, as though trying to take up 
  as small a space as possible. "...they..they...said you..you were..hurt.." He 
  peers over the top of his knees at Kevlan.

Kevlan, his forehead creasing a little, sits up as he continues to stare at 
  Rykos. He turns scarlet at Rykos's hesitantly stammered statement, though, 
  and looks down, tugging the blanket around him tightly.

Jerrik eyes Rykos, and then eyes Kevlan, seeming to be about to go to the 
  fair-haired Singer's side to murmur assurances to him. Kevlan, though, 
  glances awkwardly at Rykos and finally gives a heavy, hasty nod.

Rykos shudders again, his face contorting and his eyes going blank. It passes 
  in a breif moment and he reaches into a pocket in his shirt. Shakily ha 
  withdraws a scrap of paper. "Ha...had..to..give this to..to you.." He holds 
  out the paper and it rustles in his shaking hand.

Kevlan slowly straightens again, looking at Rykos with an expression of bald 
  perplexity. It's Jerrik that goes to get the paper, though Kevlan's blue gaze 
  returns to Rykos's face.

Scrawled in what looks like a child's script are a series of co-ordinates.

Rykos withdraws his hand and wraps it around him kness again. "They..they 
  said...crystal...mi..might make..things better. Ma..master kevlan 
  is...singer..He..can use..it.."

Jerrik blinks at the paper, and stares hard and thoughtfully at Rykos before he 
  turns to offer the paper to Kevlan.

Kevlan, though, suddenly pales. He starts shaking his head violently, scooting 
  back even harder against the wall behind him as if in attempted escape.

Rykos shivers and coughs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. 
  "I..I..can't..sing. At night..so cold..so dark...so alone...can't.."
Rykos seems to forget there are other people in the room.

Jerrik blinks, and stares hard at Rykos again, before giving Kevlan a strange 
  look. Confronted with a pair of clearly distraught and shaken Singers, the 
  sled tech frowns, and decides to deal with Rykos first as he's in obviously 
  greater physical distress.

Rykos pulls himself even tigher into himself, seemingly lost.

Jerrik crouches by Rykos, and demands in as gentle a tone as he can manage, 
  "Son, are you supposed to be in the Infirmary?"

Kevlan freezes as Rykos mumbles about being unable to sing, and stares at the 
  other man as if flabbergasted.

Rykos shakes his head again. "N..not infirmary...alone..there...symbiont 
  heals...if you..you..let it." He doesn't look at jerrick and answers as 
  though he's speaking to someone else, far off.

Thoughts of your claims pass through your head every once in awhile.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan seems to be elsewhere occasionally.

Rykos looks directly at Kevaln, his eyes suddenly becoming clear and alert. 
  "It's dark in there...alone...no music." His head bows again and his eyes 
  cloud as he body is wracked by another convulsion.

Jerrik's mouth tightens. He looks between the two younger men, suddenly seized 
  with the uncomfortable thought that he's looking at a pair of dopplegangers, 
  or two broken pieces of the same person. Uncertain what to do about it, he 
  sighs, and turns to Kevlan...

Kevlan stares at Rykos wordlessly. An odd look of fascination has come into his 
  childlike gaze.

Jerrik reaches over to nudge Kevlan gently. "Galahad. Hey, son. I don't think 
  your friend can go very far. Can he stay here?"

Rykos sits quietly, curled up into a ball on the chair. He continues to shiver 
  and mumble about the darkness.

Kevlan looks plaintively up at his friend, and then back at Rykos. His bruw 
  furrows as he considers the question... and at last, he slowly nods.
Kevlan then shifts a little... uncurling his tall frame to straighten out some 
  of the tangle of blankets on the bed, and tentatively, he tugs at one. The 
  motion catches Jerrik's attention; the sled tech keeps a steady eye on Kevlan 
  until Kevlan finally holds up a bit of the blanket, looking at Jerrik gravely.

Jerrik then comprehends, and smiles crookedly. He tugs the blanket free, and 
  turns round to Rykos. "Here, son... "
Jerrik gruffly and a little awkwardly tucks the blanket around the dark-haired 
  Singer... while Kevlan studies him plaintively. But still, Kevlan doesn't 
  speak.

Rykos clutches at the blanket, pulling the corners around his shoulders. 
  "All..gone..." he murmmers "..darkness..took..them.."
Rykos continues to mutter, his eyes unfocused and staring at the floor. 
  "Nothing..darkness...buried alone Everyone..gone..left...dead..."

Kevlan sits up again, carefully, stiffly. He frowns at Rykos's mutterings - 
  looking disturbed.

Rykos shudders again and whimpers as his entire frame shifts beneath the 
  blanket. He coughs softly and uses a corner of the blanket to wipe at his 
  mouth. Faint speckles of blood seep into the fabric of the blanket.

Jerrik watches Rykos as well, frowning at the young man's obviously strained 
  condition. He goes to the computer's terminal, and quietly activates the 
  console, keeping it on screen-and-keyboard status only rather than vocal.

Rykos settles down again, only shivering slightly, "Have 
  to...can't...sing...only sing to..to the dead."
Rykos mutters, "The dead...Alysin...father ... Tela...not dead...gone Like 
  crystal..gone ...into darkness..

Kevlan, at Rykos's words, finally scoots towards the nearer end of the bed.

Rykos mummbles, "Quiet darkness...peaceful." His eyes flicker vaguely. "Cold 
  darkness...alone ...buried ...dead..."

Jerrik keeps a frequent eye on his two charges as he types in a discreet 
  inquiry to the Infirmary - letting them know of Rykos's whereabouts, and 
  asking after his condition. Jerrik turns the screen at an angle so that the 
  text that comes up can't be seen from across the room.

Kevlan studies Rykos, blue eyes darkened, turned earnest and reflecting a 
  mingling of puzzlement and empathy.

Thoughts of your claims pass through your head every once in awhile.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan seems to be elsewhere occasionally.

Rykos shudders violently and briefly, his eyes changing to a wilder, though 
  still unfocused state.
Rykos's mutter continue but at a more desperate tone, pleading. "Tried to save 
  her...tried to sing..to cut.." his voice becomes softer again, "..tried to 
  love her..all gone.."

The text on the screen before Jerrik informs him that CS Rykos Knight was 
  placed immediately in a radiant bath following an explosion on level 7 in 
  which he recieved a sevre overdose of resoncance There is no trace of the 
  parasite in his system.

Jerrik wrinkles his nose as he reads the data on Rykos's condition - and he 
  glances over his shoulder to study the Singer in question, before turning 
  back to tap in a query for a recommendation: does the Infirmary want CS 
  Knight returned to their care ASAP or can he be permitted to remain in CS 
  SHarr's suite for the time being?

Kevlan gets a strangely fervent expression, honestly sitting up now, one bare 
  foot off the side of the bed. Awkwardly, he stretches forth one thin hand for 
  the other Singer.

The text goes on to say that CS Rykos Knight's symbiont seems to have gone into 
  some kind of overload in an attempt to deal with the severity of his injuries 
  and the massive doses of resonance. It has been noted that he has been moved 
  to .his own quarters in an attempt to make him more comfortable. It is hoped 
  that time and perhaps frequent soaking in a radiant bath will calm his 
  symbiont to more managable levels.

Jerrik .oO (Well, Galahad _does_ have a radiant tank in here... )

In response to Jerrik's question the Infirmary asks that Jerrik use his best 
  judgement. There is nothing that can be done for him in the infirmary, though 
  it is vital that he does not injure himself any further.

Rykos's muttering decreases in volume and his eyes flicker to Kevlan's 
  outstretched hand. He stares at it, his eye focusing and unfocusing 
  uncontrollably, but makes no movement to take it.

Kevlan finally pokes a little at the blanket around Rykos, as if trying to tug 
  it around to make him more comfortable. It requires Kevlan to get to his feet 
  to do this, though, and he's rather unsteady as he does so.

Rykos mutters, all the while watching Kevlan's hand, "Way out...out of 
  darkness...no..into pain...everything in the darkness...should stay in 
  darkness...safe and cold and alone..."

Kevlan blinkblinks, though, as the passing contact with the other Singer seems 
  to makes his palms itch.

Jerrik glances around - and does a double-take at the sight of Kevlan moving. 
  But after he stares for a moment, he decides that this is actually a _good_ 
  thing, and so he lets Kevlan move as he will. In the meantime, he informs the 
  Infirmary that until they hear an update from him, those already keeping tabs 
  on CS Sharr will be keeping an eye on the other Singer as well.

Rykos's murmurings become more pleading again, "..want to sing..can't ...hurts 
  people ...never good ..no music ..drives them away ...makes them die..."

Kevlan sits down stiffly beside Rykos, childlike gaze fixed on the other young 
  man's face. There's an instinct niggling at the base of his skull that 
  suggests that contact with this person is a good thing... so, tentatively, he 
  stays nearby.

Rykos no longer sees aynone or anything. His murmurings turn into faint 
  sobbings whilst he shivers and shakes. "Don't leave me...not in 
  darkness...not dead...darkness..dying"

Rykos instinctively pulls the blanket even tighter, his faint sobs spoken into 
  the fabric and muffled beyond comprehension. His eyes screwed tight in a 
  denial of his surroundings.

You realise that all of the resonance is now gone from your blood!
Non-singers around you see: You notice that the thoughts of Kevlan seem to 
  wander every now and again.

Kevlan scoots a little closer, touching Rykos awkwardly - again feeling the 
  subliminal tingle in his fingertips. His mouth works silently for a few 
  moments before he finally mumbles softly, "Y-y-you stay heah."

Jerrik, finishing his communication with the infimary, then sends a note to 
  Tamber... and another one to Bernadette, to notify them of the developments. 
  His occasional black-eyed glance over at Kevlan has taken on a look of 
  approval.

Rykos's sobbing fades as somehow the words seem to penetrate the haze in his 
  mind. He still doesn't acknowledge either Kevlan or Jerrik's presence but 
  faintly he murmurs, "Stay ...stay here ...out of darkness..."
Rykos blinks once or twice until his eyes finally stay closed. He continues to 
  shiver quietly, his symbiont buzzing even as he sleeps fitfully.

Kevlan, in an awkward motion rather like that of a small child trying to soothe 
  a wounded puppy, pats Rykos a bit, studying him quietly until the other 
  Singer drifts off into slumber.

[Added after Rykos's player disconnected... ]

Jerrik comes up behind Kevlan carefully, not wanting to startle him, nor
  startle Rykos back into wakefulness.

Kevlan looks up wide-eyedly at the sled tech, and says - his voice still
  thickly slurred, but for once, quietly firm - "He gon' stay heah."

Jerrik's dark eyes narrow as he peers closely at Kevlan's lips, at the
  ... yes, alert look that has come into his young friend's eyes. Seized
  by the sudden hope that his, Tamber's, and Berni's weeks of vigil are
  finally starting to yield reward, Jerrik starts to smile. "You got it,
  Galahad, anything you want. We'll make room for him!"

[End log.]