|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 23:20:53 GMT -5
"So what are you going to do about that?" he asked
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 23:36:02 GMT -5
"I've done what I can and it doesn't seem to be enough..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 23:37:22 GMT -5
"Well, you could take me to see him," he replied, "One consultation, free of charge."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 24, 2013 23:43:05 GMT -5
Else stood for a moment, but she finally glanced away, nodding.
She would do anything for the people she loved. The imp had said it himself.
She was about to lead the way, but she instantly found herself in Hans' quarters. She glared at Rumpelstiltskin and his flare for showing off. The startled physician and advisers backed away, clearing a path for the Dark One.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 24, 2013 23:54:15 GMT -5
He went over to the bed and looked over the patient.
|
|
|
|
Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Jan 26, 2013 13:01:08 GMT -5
Hans' face was turned to the side, away from the new visitor. He vaguely knew Else had come back... and he wanted to see her... but as soon as he attempted to open his eyes, they closed back down as if a great weight was upon them.
Not as if he could see out of them. It was as though the fire in his head was so extreme that it melted the clarity of his vision and simple thoughts. Yet the rest of him was cold. So cold... and he didn't know why.
He couldn't even summon the strength to form her name on his dry lips. So he focused on the sound of his rattled breathing...
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 19:53:10 GMT -5
"Hmm," was all that Rumplestiltskin unhelpfully commented at first
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 19:57:27 GMT -5
"... He... he's not beyond your magic... is he?" Else doubted it, but the imp seemed to hesitate instead of just snapping his fingers to fix the problem.
The queen sat on the edge of the bed and clutched at Han's stiff, cold hand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 20:04:04 GMT -5
"Well, there are a few things we could try..." he said slowly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 20:07:28 GMT -5
"A few things?" Else echoed. She waited, but his response did seem to come quick enough for her. "Please, tell me, Rumpelstiltskin. I will do anything."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 20:09:22 GMT -5
"The doctors have had no success?" he asked
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 20:19:11 GMT -5
Else shook her head no.
The royal physician spoke up, though rather nervously so, to defend himself. "It came on suddenly and has shown no signs of ceasing. We have done everything... but his body simply can't handle it much longer. I'm sorry your highness."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 20:22:24 GMT -5
"That's because it's not a sickness," he replied with a grin.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Jan 27, 2013 20:36:37 GMT -5
Else blinked. "What?" She glanced at Hans, putting a cool hand to his burning head. "What do you mean exactly?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jan 27, 2013 20:37:23 GMT -5
"It's a curse," he replied simply, "Your dear Hans has picked up some sort of magical ailment."
|
|
