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"Well, I'd still like to get a chance to examine Cloak in detail, just to be sure that our luck's as good as I hope it is. And though I might be able to purify the armor egg..." The cat sighed, eying over that red glint in Cassandra's eyes. "Well, you might be a bit 'off' for quite a while." Cassandra might have to accept a base level of infection for the rest of her life - well, unless the doctor's combined minds could pull together some sort of miracle.
If they could, though, that would definitely be something far off. He gave a nod at her acceptance of his offer, his ear twitching at the news of a new dangerous threat in town. Someone was trying to mess with Cassandra, in particular? "Um... 'European' means nothing to me, Doctor. Though I'll definitely keep my eyes open and be careful. Well," he shrugged, "As careful as I can be. Its not like us being sighted by humans in any capacity is a good thing."
He took a sip of his tea, and paused for a moment, almost letting the moment pass.
"Of course. Perhaps in the morning we can take a look at him. For now I think they're both pretty wiped as for me well..." And Cassandra trailed off her eyes sliding from her tea towards the window in a distant unseeing stare the small smile that had played at the edges of her lips fading into a solemn frown. "While I didn't know exactly the price I would be paying I don't regret doing it. If it meant saving Cloak and Dagger I'd do it again and again and again if I had to." She murmured softly setting her tea down for a moment to wrap both arms around the sleeping twins giving them a soft squeeze earning a grumble or two from them, but nothing more. Shrugging aside the little confession she turned back to Mikemon once more biting back a laugh at his comment so as to not disturb any of the resting digimon
"What makes you so certain it wasn't me he ticked off?" Cas asked with a bright vicious little grin. "Though you're not too far off. His associates took me captive while I was on a job by threatening one of my patients in order to ensure my compliance. They then dragged me back to their base and had me locked in this service elevator shaft turned prison. They were hoping to use the various debts owed to me by the local gangs as leverage not to mention having the only Doctor in the area in their pocket meant lower casualties for them. I escaped with the help of some other captives, but Cassius jumped me before I could make good my get away." The Doctor explained her eyes habitually scanning the distant rooftops outside her widow for any glint or glare that might give away her often hidden watcher.
"Needless to say he took me for a wilting damsel in distress easily frightened into compliance and I disabused him of that notion and much of his pride. Though I suspect he knows about the Digital World and Digimon from his apparently long history with another Tamer by the name of Dante."
Sheesh, that's how bad it was? Cassandra was kidnapped, and she was laughing it off like it was just another thing that happened? The Mikemon's ear twitched at the story, the cat taken a bit aback by what happened.
A bit of it made sense: Cassandra had value as a medic, and as she already had connections with Digimon of all things, she likely had connections in shadier parts as well. And so this person named 'Cassius' - one who likely had a Digimon himself, or at least someone in their gang had a Digimon - tried to keep her holed up.
Clearly, he wasn't successful. Though to the end of that story, Mikemon just gave a sigh. "You know, with all of this bad karma you're saving up, just throw 200 yen on a lottery ticket or something. With how much the world's against ya, it might be time to just take a big cash-in." Giving just a slight chuckle at his joke, the feline shot a glance at the clock...
... It was that late, really? Mikemon had to be up all night as it was, with the Gatomon how she was, but he moved the topic along: "Are you tired at all? Or is that data keeping you awake?"
"Eh maybe I'm just saving it up for something big." She murmurs with a sharp fanged grin eyes lighting up with good humor. "I've always been one to stockpile favors so it makes sense I'd do the same for karma. Save it for a rainy day as it were." The Woman joked though at Mikemon's question if she was tired the smile slid from her face as she blinked, red eyes finding the clock on the wall and jaw tightening at the time listed there. She'd just thought the twins were tired having not realized exactly how late it had been getting. The fact she didn't feel anything more then the general weariness that came with healing was...worrisome.
"I don't...I don't know." Cas murmured confusion in her eyes even as her gaze flickered between Mikemon and the clock. "It's as bright as daylight in here to me and other then the nap on the train I haven't really felt tired and that was more to keep the light out of my eyes." She adds with a frown seeming to pause to mentally assess what her own body was trying to tell her for the first time. Having shoved aside her changes and general feelings in the face of the threat of getting home in one piece.
Sheesh... Cassandra had it that bad? At the very least, the Mikemon added a merciful counterpoint: "Well, you could have just lost your rhythm. Time in the Digital World goes about seven times faster than on this end - and considering you spent a fair amount of time on the other side in a suspended state, well, its only natural that your rhythm might be off."
That said, that was only an idea - the fact that she felt wide and bright awake was something of a concern. Slowly, the cat mulled over a few ideas: "When you're ready to hit the bed, try having the blinds open. Even just a visual reminder that its 'night' might trick your body back into its regular rhythm. Other than that, considering that its D-Reaper data, you're going to want to try and keep your temperature down..."
He mulled over the ideas in his head, biting his lip briefly. "But at the very least, you should try lying down... or at the very least, put those two to bed, proper."
"Yeah...yeah that could be it. Like how coma patients often times take prolonged days to return to their natural cycles..." Cas murmured as much to Mikemon as to herself as she worked to try to slow down her ratcheting heart rate her pupils as thin as slits in her budding panic as she fought to keep her breath even.
"I'll put the twins down, but I think..." And she eyed her empty tea mug with a frown. "I think I might need a cup of something stronger before I attempt to sleep." She muttered carefully looping her arms around the two rookies waists as she leveraged herself off the stool. She tried not to think about the fact she should have been hungry or tired. Tried not to think about the half realized memories and instincts overlaying her actions that were not her own. Tried not to think much in general as she nudged her door open with her toes and tucked the twins into her bed before returning and rustling through the kitchen pulling down a bottle of whiskey and pouring a healthy dose of it into her tea mug heedless of the fact such was likely not the most apt container for such. More then a little unwilling to admit she needed the handle to give her shaking fingers something to grip as she settled back down on the stool and sipped her drink. Feeling the familiar burn of liquor down the back of her throat.
"How does temperature effect it?" She finally asked settling the whiskey bottle between them on the counter in case her colleague needed a night cap as badly as herself. Though given he had active patients she doubted he'd have more then a sip.
"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of 'jet lag', though your example definitely fits the bill." The Mikemon gave a nod - and that little bit of assurance was enough for Cassandra to take a deep breath, calm down, and think this through.
As Cassandra moved to put the twins to sleep, Mikemon did a quick check-up on his patients. The Hawkmon had managed to fall asleep rather easily, even sitting up in a chair, and the machine Digimon seemed good to go in the morning. The Mikemon took a careful look at the Gatomon's condition, and sighed, once more replacing the towel on her head. "Yeah, yeah, I know it sucks." He kindly responded to her frustrated groan underneath, just as Cassandra would come back into the room.
It took a minute for the cat to get back to the table - and understandably, he didn't reach for the whiskey. "Its not so much how temperature effects it, rather than how it affects you. D-Reaper and their related entities level out at about... I think, 130 Fahrenheit, or something like that?" He shook his head. "Either way, you'll slow it down by staying cool. Ice, thin clothes, stuff like that."
Cassandra sighed taking a long sip of her whiskey letting the steady burn soothe away her nerves as she allowed her eyes to close before taking deep breath. All right. She could handle this. It would just be for a little while until she figured out how to purge the virus from her system and return herself to normal. She just needed...needed to do damage mitigation.
"All right...so I'm going to be investing in a EV suit unless I want to have to go through another one of Wicked's lovely treatments." Cassandra murmured setting her drink down as she lightly rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"Is there...is there anything else I should know? Have other humans been infected? I know of Viktor, but I....I don't know if anyone got a chance to study him before..." She trailed off the thought of the man causing sorrow, fear, and so many other emotions to tighten her throat in a mix of conflicting feelings.
Right, Cassandra was starting to learn just how damning this D-Reaper infection could be. Regardless of whether or not she was stable, Mikemon couldn't imagine that the data was comfortable to hold, nor did he think that any of this news was what she wanted to hear. Hearing that bit about an EV suit, though, the doctor managed a small chuckle.
"Maybe, but I wouldn't exactly call it an infection in the 'human' sense of the word either. Its complicated, but the ways it can manifest can be affected by the... well, 'inflicted's' will." At the question about other infected humans, the feline gave a nod, taking one last sip of his tea:
"Naturally. I've had a long-standing patient myself - Moeru, who has a Deputymon for a partner. He helps to work curb the nest themselves, so its only natural he'd fall somewhat infected. We do our best to keep it in check."
Was that promising? Seeing Cassandra's expression sour up, the Mikemon blinked, tapping a claw at the side of the table. "Its not desirable, yes, but there's at least a bit of groundwork to work with, already."
"That's...that's good." Cassandra sighed out her expression relaxing somewhat at the news that she wasn't the first to deal with such an issue. Mikemon likely mistaking the pain that flickered across her gaze at the thought of Viktor for displeasure before it was smoothed away. Leaving the woman to set down her drink resting her forehead lightly in her hands.
"I'd rather not work from the ground up on this. I'm not so proud as to be unable to admit this is a bit beyond the scope of my skill right now not to mention I feel like I've been run over by a trailmon." The Woman spoke downing the rest of her drink as she stood to put away the bottle. Pausing as she moved out of the kitchen to hover momentarily by the counter her eyes alighting on her colleague once more.
"Thank you for this." She murmured offering a small smile though the warmth that should have filled the expression was shaky and tentative at best. "I'll see you in the morning Doc." Cas added ambling towards her door.
Well, at the very least, Cassandra would have a baseline to work with, should she decide to dedicate herself to this project. Seeing her put away the whiskey, the feline gave a nod towards the tamer. "Part of that would just be the fact that you haven't had a proper sleep in a few days, most likely. Do the best you can - unfortunately, I think I'm going to be up for a few more hours. Um... late to ask, but you don't mind me crashing here, right? I won't bother much."
Aside from that, there wasn't much more the feline could do - he had three patients to look over, including a Gatomon that he had to check every two or so hours. He nodded in recognition to her thanks, and gave a simple "Good night, Dr. Cross," as she would set out of the room.
The next morning... hoo boy, the cat was right about not getting a good night's sleep. Barely seven AM, and the Mikemon found himself half nodding off, half awake, as the light of the sun started to peak through the room. The Hawkmon had left an hour earlier, and the machine, twenty minutes after that. The Gatomon herself had come back around somewhat, sitting up and somewhat confused as to anything that happened last night.
Thus, the doctor's day started with the glove poking at his sleepy shoulder. "Hey? W... water, please."
Cas paused hand on her doorknob and gave Mikemon a nod her distant eyes seeming to clear for a moment and he could see the gears turning in her might as she went down a mental checklist of anything the Digimon Doctor might need to know. "There are extra futons and blankets in the linen closet. That's the door across from the bathroom. There are more towels in the laundry room downstairs. Just put any data or blood contaminated ones in the yellow hamper, that's the bohazard one. I trust you know how to work a bathtub or shower and your welcome to have run of all the facilities, but the basement." She explained wracking her mind for anything else that might come up and be of importance before she paused.
"Oh and if a big ass digital bike with a bad temper shows up on the back porch just leave him be. The dog bed back there is his. Don't touch the bed and you should be fine. If it scratches at the door tell him I'll be out later with treats and that should placate him for a while." Cas instructed then with a self satisfied nod that she'd remembered everything that might cause trouble she slipped into her room for the night.
Come morning it was not the Doctor that rose first, but surprisingly Cloak. Typically the Kotemon slept as long as he could before his twins noise and high energy roused him forcing him to drag himself from the sweet sweet embrace of the covers, but his sleep had been fitful. Full of too real dreams and the fear his Tamer wouldn't wake or worse he would wake and being home, being safe would be nothing, but a dream. Thus as the first light of dawn spilled its way through the curtains the little rookie rose slipping on silent feet from bed and out the door into the kitchen. Closing the door behind him with nary a click he paused giving Mikemon a nod of greeting as he set about making tea.
"Rough night?" He would finally ask, practically verbose for the usually taciturn digimon in regards to speaking with those not sharing a digivice or a digital core with him.
Ah, Cloak was the first up? In a way, that made a bit of sense - the stalwart spirit of the warrior might spur the Kotemon to action a bit earlier than the others. But that would have been reading too much into it: the small dragon was clearly ambling around, moving to set up the tea at this ungodly hour of the morning. The Mikemon, climbing up on a chair he had set up in the middle of the night, gave a small shrug to the Kotemon.
"I'm used to it, at this point." Grabbing another bottle of water, he would move right back over to the futon, and offer the Gatomon the drink. Thankfully, the cat didn't need a straw at this point, the holy feline able to hold the bottle in both gloves. She drank half of it before finally catching a breath, capping off the top, and throwing herself right back under the sheets.
With a small smile, the Mikemon pulled himself away. "You know what time it is?" He wasn't asking to be snarky - between everything else, he just hadn't located a clock in this room yet.
The Kotemon nodded all too familiar with his Tamer's own long hours to be honestly surprised by Mikemon's schedule as he set the full teapot of water on the stove putting it on low so it would gradually heat up to a boil. Hopefully being ready by the time Cas and Dagger would rouse. Though given his siblings habits Cloak's money was on Dagger rather then his Tamer.
Mikemon's question however, threw the little swordsman for a loop as he glanced over the walls finding they were indeed bare of clocks. Cas mostly kept track of time via her phone or D-terminal, but from his Tamer's love of anime he did know where one timekeeping device was that was not worn about the Woman's wrist or carried in her pocket. Ambling over to the tv hung on the wall Cloak checked a small plastic device sandwhiched between two books on the bookshelf beneath it squinting at it a moment till he could pick out the glowing numbers. "It's 5:15am." The little Digimon finally answered before returning to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge and freezer to see what they had in the way of food left.
Ah, a quarter past five? The Mikemon gave a yawn at that news, returning a nod to the Kotemon - keeping a nice mental note of where that digital clock was for later. "Sounds about right - how about for you, couldn't sleep well?" Or was the Kotemon just an early bird? Hard to tell.
As the dragon started to poke through the fridge, well, Cassandra's earlier concern would be realized - the fridge was raided! Not completely, of course, but stuff that was ready to eat - fruit, vegetables, and some leftovers - had been at least picked through. Seeing the Kotemon look over the stock, the Mikemon returned a cough.
"Cas and I were talking last night - it shouldn't be terribly hard to remove the D-Reaper infection from your armor egg." He tried to deflect the conversation, just a little bit. But he did manage to mutter one word, a moment later: