[When the fever set in on Saturday she had to chuckle to herself over it really. A lovely, warming meal only a few days earlier and a couple of days peace ruined by illness. Mei's optimism takes a blow when it becomes apparent this isn't just a small bug making the rounds though.
By the time the sickness has progressed and the envelope is slipped under the door, making the short walk to retrieve it has become a whole undertaking in itself. Her body is wracked by shakes and pains, never mind the discolouration of her skin and growing paranoia. But all the same, she crosses the room to grab the letter and check what's going on...
One hour? And a syringe. Great.
Mei makes the trek over the bed of the person who had been quarantined with her throughout this whole ordeal. It's hard, painfully so, but she manages a smile and holds up the syringe so the other person can see it.]
It looks like help has arrived! The question now is would you rather me poke you in your right arm or your left?
[Of course she's passing on the medicine... Though the paranoia growing in her mind soon causes that smile of hers to vanish.]
Know Your Place (cw: see prompt)
[The dropping temperature as the cold set in reminded of her home, of her time at the Ecopoint. Perhaps things will go better than the last time she was trapped out in the cold with dwindling supplies...
No. It's just as bad.
Breaking out of her room was easier than expected, but perhaps that's thanks to the urge to escape bubbling up inside her. The sore and bruised shoulder was worth being able to walk around again.
Making her way to the kitchen while taking note of how unusually quiet the whole place is, hunger soon takes over. Nothing comes from scouring the kitchen however as she searches through cupboards and cooking utensils. Pots and pans slam against the floor, cutlery rattles as Mei pulls out a draw in search of food.]
Oh no, no no no... Is there really nothing? It can't be... One of these cupboards must have something, anything...!
[While Mei panics about the kitchen, one thing she seems to be handling well is the cold. She has her clothes and a blanket around her shoulders, but other than that it's as though the temperature barely matters to her.]
Mei-Ling Zhou | Overwatch
[When the fever set in on Saturday she had to chuckle to herself over it really. A lovely, warming meal only a few days earlier and a couple of days peace ruined by illness. Mei's optimism takes a blow when it becomes apparent this isn't just a small bug making the rounds though.
By the time the sickness has progressed and the envelope is slipped under the door, making the short walk to retrieve it has become a whole undertaking in itself. Her body is wracked by shakes and pains, never mind the discolouration of her skin and growing paranoia. But all the same, she crosses the room to grab the letter and check what's going on...
One hour? And a syringe. Great.
Mei makes the trek over the bed of the person who had been quarantined with her throughout this whole ordeal. It's hard, painfully so, but she manages a smile and holds up the syringe so the other person can see it.]
It looks like help has arrived! The question now is would you rather me poke you in your right arm or your left?
[Of course she's passing on the medicine... Though the paranoia growing in her mind soon causes that smile of hers to vanish.]
Know Your Place (cw: see prompt)
[The dropping temperature as the cold set in reminded of her home, of her time at the Ecopoint. Perhaps things will go better than the last time she was trapped out in the cold with dwindling supplies...
No. It's just as bad.
Breaking out of her room was easier than expected, but perhaps that's thanks to the urge to escape bubbling up inside her. The sore and bruised shoulder was worth being able to walk around again.
Making her way to the kitchen while taking note of how unusually quiet the whole place is, hunger soon takes over. Nothing comes from scouring the kitchen however as she searches through cupboards and cooking utensils. Pots and pans slam against the floor, cutlery rattles as Mei pulls out a draw in search of food.]
Oh no, no no no... Is there really nothing? It can't be... One of these cupboards must have something, anything...!
[While Mei panics about the kitchen, one thing she seems to be handling well is the cold. She has her clothes and a blanket around her shoulders, but other than that it's as though the temperature barely matters to her.]