Epocheia

[FoxTrott]

"Hold on tight, hold on tight!"

"I can't hold on any tighter, Ericke--" Vince let go, and tried to tear Ericken off his torso. "LetgoIcan'tbreathe!" he wheezed. They almost fell off the bird mount, and would have if Vince hadn't grabbed onto Sparrow.

[Sparrow]

The bird is rounding around the edge of the cliff causing them to be completely vertical. Sparrow is taken by surprise and they nearly fall off but she catches Steve’s sleeve. Steve is knocked off, but catches the bird by the end of it’s tail. Sparrow quickly grabs Vince’s arm with her free hand as they’re all dangling off the side of the cliff.
“I guess this is a good test for my tailor.” Steve says.
Sparrow laughs slightly,
“Yeah, we’re kinda hanging by a thread.” she replies nervousness obvious in her voice.
The sleeve seems to be holding up, However with all the weight shifted to its tail the bird is having a difficult time griping the cliff’s edge well enough to climb over.

[FoxTrott]

The moment they noticed they weren't on the bird, Ericken let go of Vince in panic. Vince reacted quickly and grabbed Ericken's hand.

They were like a human chain from the end of the bird, Steve, Sparrow, Vince, and Ericken. Ericken's eyes were shut, and he was trying not to imagine himself dangling on the side off a cliff. Vince, meanwhile, was trying to get a foothold, just in case something went wrong.

[Sparrow]

“... We got a slight problem.” Steve calls down.
“What is it?” Sparrow asks concerned.
“Well you know how these birds have thin razor feathers along the end of their tails?”
“.....Yes...”
“Well I’m kinda griping them, it wouldn’t be a problem but with the weight of four people being pulled down on it. It’s making me loose my grip.... Unintentionally...” Steve says worried, by now his bleeding hand is made obvious as blood begins trickling down.
“Aw shoot.” Steve says as his grip slips slightly.
“Steve, I’m going to let go and catch your leg.” Sparrow says quickly.
“What?! Do you realize how likely it is you will miss?” Steve responds quickly.
“We’re going to fall anyway... You need both hands to hold on.” Sparrow says calmly.
Steve’s grip slips further,
“.... Okay.” Steve nods.
Sparrow lets go of Steve’s sleeve, with the aid of Vince having a small foothold, she catches Steve’s left ankle.
Quickly Steve grabs the bird’s tail with his now free hand.
Gradually the bird work’s over the ledge and drags everyone up.
Steve releases the tail when everyone is on solid ground and quickly holds his more damaged hand.
“Is everyone okay?” Sparrow asks, she lets go of Vince and checks Steve’s hand.

[FoxTrott]

"That is a bit more than a slight problem," murmured Ericken, trying hard not to open his eyes. Vince jostled him back into his right mind, and the next thing Ericken knew, they were on level ground. He made a pathetic sigh of relief. Vince dusted himself off, and looked over at Steve.

"We're both fine," Vince quickly replied, "Are you two all right?" He was more concerned about Steve than Sparrow.

[Raven]

Rawr fox see my board

[Sparrow]

“I’m okay, don’t worry about it.” Steve replies meekly.
Sparrow lightly grabs his wrist.
“Let me take a look at it then.” she says concerned.
He nods after a few seconds of silence and looks away.
Sparrow checks his hand, it’s highly damaged and cut deeply, it’s difficult to tell exactly how bad it is from the amount of blood.
Sparrow looks concerned, and then notices a small rip in her dress near the bottom. Quickly she tears part of it and uses it to wrap Steve’s hand. It does little to help, but slows the bleeding slightly.
Steve clasps his other hand over it to slow it more.
Sparrow stands and looks to a grove of trees about forty feet away.
“We’re in luck, Eon is not far from here. We should get there soon.” she says after a pause. Steve stands on his own but seems off balance.
Sparrow walks over to Ericken and Vince and whispers so Steve won’t hear,
“I’m worried about Steve, I think a vein may have been cut. We don’t have far to get there, but we need to keep an eye on him.” she glances over to him.
He takes his inhaler out and takes two sprays and coughs lightly before putting it away.
She looks back to them whispering,
“I don’t know how long he has until the blood loss makes impact. I’m no good at medical things...”

[FoxTrott]

Vince doubted the validity of Steve's statement. His hand looked pretty bad, judging by the blood trickling down his wrist. Ericken winced.

"We can do that," Vince whispered back to Sparrow, "We're not exactly field medics, but we'll make sure he's okay."

"In the meantime," Ericken began, "can we please get a move on? The faster, the better, 'cause I'm really hungry." His stomach growled as if to accentuate the point. Vince walked to Steve, and looked down at his hand.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Vince asked, "That looks pretty nasty..."

[Sparrow]

Steve takes a moment to respond, he looks over to Vince,
“I’ll be fine... It’s nothing to worry about.”
He seems to be trying to keep calm, he appears pale.
“Yes, let’s get moving.” Sparrow says.
She starts walking towards the grove. Steve takes a moment then follows, after awhile he begins to keep his view more downcast. Sparrow moves at a speed that will be easy for Steve to keep up with.

[FoxTrott]

Vince decided not to ask again, but he kept a close eye on Steve. Ericken followed closely behind the group.

"You're obviously not all right," Vince finally said, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder. "We can carry you, you know."

"I don't want to carry anything," moaned Ericken.

"Shut up."

"Nyeh."

[Sparrow]

Steve quickly shrugs him away,
“I’m fine... If I weren’t I’d say something.” he irritably replies.
Sparrow stops walking and glances worriedly back.
“Steve, remember to keep calm.” she says worriedly as she turns around to face them.
Then she adds,
“Take some more medicine...”
Steve glares at Sparrow causing her to take a small step back.
“I’m sick and tired of hearing that... Everything is take more medicine in your opinion.” he snaps in response.
Sparrow puts her hands up in a non offensive way.
“Steve... Calm down... You’re having a -”
“Oh just shut it will you? I’m sick of your pessimistic views.”
Sparrow shrinks slightly and slowly reaches her hand into her pocket.
Steve apparently doesn’t notice this as he turns to glare at Vince. His pupils seem abnormally dilated. He coughs slightly and his breathing sounds impaired.
“...Yeah...What’s your problem?”
Sparrow gestures with a few tilts of her head, trying to warn Vince and Ericken to back away.

[FoxTrott]

When Steve glared at Sparrow, Ericken immediately stepped between the two. He would have verbally intervened if he hadn't noticed Steve's face. He reminded Ericken of a rabid animal.

Vince took a half step back, while Ericken got out of the line of fire between Sparrow and Steve. "We were hired to make sure you two stay okay," Vince replied cooly, "so the better question is, what's your problem?"

[Sparrow]

Steve looks off to the right being distracted by seemingly nothing; he twitches several times before looking back to Vince.
“I... Don’t have a prob-...”
He looks to the side again.
“It was the aliens that did it.”
Sparrow facepalms,
“Oh no... He’s spazzing out...” she says.
He death glares at Vince, he’s appearing more and more manic,
“You’re in league with them aren’t you?” he says, then points at Vince.
Sparrow takes a capped syringe out of her pocket, Steve notices this and turns to her. Uncapping it she aims and throws it at Steve; Steve doesn’t bother dodging and the syringe misses. Steve glares at her with a look that could only mean ‘FAIL’.
“Darn wind resistance...” Sparrow says.

[FoxTrott]

Vince was anticipating something more sinister than aliens. He almost sighed with relief, but he was still confused as to why Steve was acting like this. He watched the syringe completely miss Steve, and looked back at Ericken and Sparrow. Ericken's face lit up like he had an idea.

"Grab him!" Ericken exclaimed, going for the syringe. Vince bear hugged Steve from behind, putting his strength into restraining him. Ericken picked up the syringe, and stabbed it into Steve's arm.

[Sparrow]

Steve tries to break free but is weak from blood loss. He glares at Ericken after getting jabbed by the needle.
“... You’re that same guy that keeps stealing my newspaper aren’t you.”
Directly after saying this he goes into a continuous coughing spell, after a few second it sound like he has fluid in his lungs.
“Guys get back, he’s going to purge!” Sparrow calls over, but is late in the call.
A spray, much like a mist setting on a squirt bottle, of red liquid sprays out on the last two coughs.
Steve shakes his head and blinks back into focus. His eyes are normal again.
“Oh... I feel sick...” he mutters, then glances back to Vince.
“.....Um, when did we get here, and why am I in a bear hug?” he asks in confusion.
“Steve, you’re normal again.” Sparrow chimes in.