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WHO: Cade, anyone researching the blue flu
WHAT: A Templar took a lyrium dose that acted normally, leaving him unimpaired for a full day.
WHEN: Phase Four
WHERE: the infirmary
NOTES: Medical stuff probably

Cade has been a total disaster since the onset of the lyrium affliction, cycling in and out from very brief periods of lucidity to forgetting his own name. Being of the anxious and sensitive persuasion, he's been one of the worst cases in the Templars, but one day, for whatever reason, that suddenly stops.
It's not unusual for him to 'come back' for a while after being dosed with lyrium, but Cade has been back for over an hour now, and finds that he wants to be up and about, making himself useful, eating normally and trying not to panic the usual amount for someone with a mind like his.

Toward the end of the day, he starts to slip again.

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Cade sits tense and silent until Anders takes his leave, watching him with bloodshot eyes. Then he calms, but only a little, rubbing his temple. He wants to go home, and is actually glad to remember that 'home' is the Inquisition barracks on the docks. He never thought he'd want to go there.

"I... I don't quite know," he admits, "but it seems like I've been... sleeping, or... or forgetting the last few days, or..." Weeks. He's lost weeks, but doesn't want to accept that. "I don't know what's real," he admits, clasping his hands nervously, "I think I can remember, though. Different things. And. ...if I'm the only one who's... who's better, and I can help, I will." He's so tired, and his fear is a constant undercurrent, but one need never worry that a Tranquil will take something the wrong way.

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He doesn't contest the retreat. It's far enough, for now, to afford them all some space. Casimir can see him out when this conversation's finished; there's no time to afford someone berating a patient (least of all a dangerous one), and the man clearly isn't well.

When you tire, Sestina had told him once, knife in hand. Even you make mistakes.

"That's good of you," To help. "The others are not themselves. When they take lyrium, they're better — but only briefly. It goes again."

Like the old ones, or the starved ones. There'd been a little starving for everyone, in Hasmal. There may be more, if this business of melting crates continues.

"When was the last that you remember having lyrium?" Placidly. "It doesn't matter whether it was real."

There will be records to check for that.

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Cade's eyes go distant as he tries to remember. This is useless out of context.
"...I..." he murmurs, "...I don't know how much time has passed." It's all been an awful sweaty blur; how typical that someone hit so hard by the lyrium's cycling is the only one who can give any answers.

Thinking hard, he realizes: "Colin." He glances up at Casimir, then around at the room. "He gave us some. ...I don't know when." But that's the last time he remembers it happening.

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"That's alright. Colin," He confirms. One of the assistants, no doubt, if not one due Research. Following up on it might get Anders out of the room for a time. Whoever he is, he's more like to have a noticed a change than a man in the grips of plague. "Thank you. I don't believe we've been introduced,"

He could look for the papers, or ask Anders. Better to have a name from him direct. Sometimes they forget, a symptom to check against.

"I'm Casimir."