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Appointments Post

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[Wow, Ion, that's so useful. Asch scowls, but offers a hand out anyway, intent on helping Ion stand once he takes it. He still looks shaky, but hey, he's not going to offer help that isn't requested.]

Is that your cane?

[What the hell happened?]

[Well, he did ask what happened rather than what's wrong with you, so he was just answering the question!]

Yes, it is. I... can't walk without one anymore.

[With Asch's help, he manages to stand, but he doesn't let go of his hand just yet. He's still unsteady on his feet, and now that he's upright again, he's already starting to feel a little dizzy...]

[So dizzy, in fact, that just the act of shifting one leg just enough to take a step is enough to make him stagger, forcing him to quickly reach out for the closest thing to keep from falling again -- namely, Asch's arm, which he's kind of just clinging to.]

[Good grief, he wasn't kidding. Asch lets him hold on for a moment, watching him waver that way, then scowls and grips Ion's arm himself, attempting to steady him.]

You can't walk at all- not in this state.

...I guess not. [He sounds... defeated. He can't even argue against it, after all.]

I must have worn myself out too much to walk down here. I didn't expect it... to get this much worse this quickly.

[By the sound of that, whatever's happening here is no surprise to Ion. Asch watches him for a bit longer before scoffing and ducking down in front of him, giving his arm a light tug from behind his back.]

Come on, get on my back. I'll take you home.

[Any other day, Ion may have insisted otherwise, with an excuse that he could always wait until he feels well enough to go on his own. Or at least say something to the effect that Asch didn't need to go to so much trouble...]

[But today, all he does is quietly accept the offer, giving a soft confirmation before doing as instructed.]

...thank you, Asch.

[Asch grunts quietly in response at first, merely carrying Ion down the road without giving it much thought or voice. After a few moments, though, he finally speaks up for real.]

What's wrong with your body?

[It's phrased very intentionally; this is familiar to him, but at the same time it's different enough that he needs a real answer.]

[In the day since he received confirmation of the diagnosis, Ion hadn't told anyone. He didn't think he could, really... it would be like accepting that it was going to happen. That he was going to die.]

[At first, he doesn't answer, almost as though he hadn't even heard the question in the first place. But when he does, his voice is soft and methodical -- you'd think he was just talking about the weather.]

...the malnosso contaminated the fonons in my body with miasma. And... even though there's no miasma in the village, I've been getting worse since it happened.

[Asch falls into yet another long silence, though his step doesn't falter or so much as pause; he doesn't seem surprised by this, just... thoughtful.

Miasma contamination. Like Van, like Tear.

That's a death sentence.]

Who knows about this?

I only had it confirmed by the doctors at the clinic yesterday. I haven't told anyone else.

[Though Tear at the very least has an idea of what it is, his symptoms appeared so differently from hers that there was still some hope that it was something else. At least if it was something else, there was a chance for a cure. But this...]

[That actually does surprise Asch a little; he'd expected Ion to have told his housemates - they're the ones he calls family these days, after all - but he can understand the silence, as well. He'd have done the same, though maybe for different reasons than the Fon Master. He probably wants to protect them or something equally selfless.

He should probably encourage this- keeping silent is Ion's right, and it's no one else's business.

....]

...You should. They'll find out sooner or later, especially if you're at the point where you're collapsing.

I know I should.

[The answer comes almost immediately. As much as he wants to believe hiding the truth would allow them some peace of mind for awhile longer, he knows it would only make them worry more to see him getting worse and not know why. How would they be able to prepare for it? Rather than just wake up one day and notice his bed is empty...]

...I just don't know if I can. Not... yet, at least.

...Hm.

[It's not a particularly judgmental noise, merely an acknowledgement of Ion's words. He can hardly point fingers when he still hasn't told anyone about the state of his own body, and he has no idea how he'll deal with his condition when it starts to fully degrade again. Dist had given him two years, and that was quite a while ago.

With Ion, there's no telling how long he has, but it might not be very long if he's already starting to collapse.]

Can you get medicine for it? If I remember right, Tear was taking something to prolong her life.

There's a medication I can take, yes... but whatever it is they did to me is causing the level of miasma in my body to increase over time. As long as that continues, the medication won't be able to keep up.

[You'd think the Malnosso just wanted him to die with the way they designed this.]

[Why is he not surprised by the maliciousness of this?

Oh, right, because it's just par for the course in Luceti. Ugh.]

Did they tell you how long you have?

...I didn't ask. I didn't want to know.

[The hand holding onto Asch's shoulder tightens its grip.]

They told me they would look into potential treatments to try and find a cure, but... if it's already gotten this bad this quickly, I'm not sure I'll have the time to wait for one.

...Probably not.

[Anyone else might try to encourage him, give him some kind of hope for the future. Tell him not to give up. Or at least try to be nice about it.

Asch... can't do that. And by his words and the sound of Ion's voice, he doubts such sentiment would even be believed, anyway.

There's no point in false hope. All he can do is understand what it means to live with a death sentence.]

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