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WHO: Cyril and OPEN.
WHAT: Merrick is suffering from the posion. This is the place for people to worry about him.
WHEN: During the Crow Plot
WHERE: Merrick and Cyril's room.
NOTES: Merrick has been poisoned, so there's that. Also; talk of grief and death as that brings back bad memories for Clan Ashara, and Cyril's inability to self-care.

Sam had brought Merrick in from the cold. The healers had done what they could. Now all that was left was to wait for the poison to make it's way through Merrick's body.

They knew by now that Zevran was missing. There was this strange ache in Cyril's chest when he thought about that, strong enough that he could notice it over the overpowering anxiety he felt about Merrick. He was aware they were coming up with a plan to get Zevran back, but most of that talk wasn't sticking when Cyril heard it.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the rescue. He cared a great deal about what happened to Zevran, it was that any new information just felt jumbled up in Cyril's head. He could only really focus on the way that Merrick looked. He was in pain, everyone could see that, but he couldn't wake or break free from it.

Cyril was stuck to the side of their shared bed. He sat in a chair with his legs folded up towards his body. He had reached out one of his hands clasped it over Merrick's. He wasn't planning on moving until his brother woke, not unless a healer needed the space by the bed. Nothing else really mattered to him. He didn't need to sleep, or eat, or do anything other than watch and wait.

Anyone who saw him could see that his body was very tense and stiff. He looked like someone who was just on the edge of a flight or fight reaction. His eyes were wide and staring down at the bed. Merrick's body was sweating and suffering. It reminded Cyril too much like how members of his Clan described the plague victims of past. He had no memories of that time, other than a dim impression of his mother's last moments, but it was enough to leave him feeling anxious and devastated.

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"Yeah." He's honestly thankful that Cyril is not insisting that he be the one to pick up Merrick. Sam gets that they've protective of each other, but there was no way Cyril could pick someone up, not when he was struggling as it was.

Picking Merrick up is hardly a chore though he's still careful on how he holds Merrick. "Alright, all set for you."

Cyril watches carefully and then moves forward to strip the bed and replace the sheets quickly. It's easy to not think when he has a task to complete.

Well at least Cyril is up and moving around - he'll have to consider coming back once and a while just to get the elf to do just that.

Once the sheets are down, Sam carefully places Merrick back on it, making sure not to jostle him too much during the process. "That should probably help a little bit. Have you been able to get him to drink anything?"

Cyril presses his lips together in thought. "Some water? That's about it. Should he have something else? I get worried that he's going to drown."

Shortly after he's set back down on the bed Merrick starts to seize. His body jerks on the bed, going completely rigid, his eyes rolling back.

"You should consider maybe getting some-" That's about all Sam is able to get out before his attention is quickly taken by Merrick suddenly moving. "Shit-" Had moving him done something? Quietly muttering that word under his breath, Sam is quick to make sure Merrick had at least not bitten his tongue before feeling for his pulse.

Cyril automatically goes to Merrick and tries to hold him. He doesn't know what else to do. "What's happening?!" he demands of Sam, terrified this means that Merrick is getting worse.

Having Cyril panicking certainly was not helping, but for the time being Sam ignores him so that he can figure out what they should do. He's only seen this happen a couple other times, but at those times it had been because of some sort of head trauma.

Seeing as he hadn't bitten his tongue, Merrick isn't in danger there, which was one good thing for the most part.

"Cyril don't hold him down. Trying to force him will only end up with one of you hurt. Help me roll him over on his side then make sure he doesn't fall off the bed."

Cyril lets go automatically once Sam directs him too. He then moves to help Sam move Merrick, though his panic has subsided completely. He's terrified this means that Merrick is dying but he trusts that Sam will keep him alive as long as possible.

He watches Merrick continue to thrash and pays attention to anything else that Sam might tell him to do.

There are no other instructions after that just simply waiting until Merrick stops shaking. Once that happens, Sam reaches over and checks to see if Merrick is alright.

"It's over. We can let him lay back down. Has he done this before now?"