The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

Fateful Friends

    Florence tried to focus her mind as she looked down at Quentin, his symptoms were only getting worse and she had no idea why. 

"What did you do to him?!" She screeched up at Hunter. 

It was the only explanation she could think of at the time. He must have done something when they kissed, slipped Quentin something to poison him or make him sick. 

    "I- I didn't do 'owt... we kissed, that's it... I wouldn't..." 

Florence actually believed him, his smirk had vanished and he looked terrified. But his honesty didn't help her, she was watching Quentin deteriorate by the second and if she didn't do something it was likely she'd lose him. 

     Florence turned to the woman, Cyan, "Do you have any medical supplies here?"

Cyan was staring at her like she was looking at a ghost, she pointed at one of the group that had surrounded them again, who then ran off into the back. All the while she still didn't take her eyes off of Florence, who didn't have time to deal with the woman having an inner crisis. She made Quentin as comfortable as possible and tried to remember if she'd ever seen this before.

    But the list of ailments she'd seen was long and extensive, her time in Nuplax all those years ago had exposed her to a myriad of medical maladies. She couldn't possibly remember them all and those she did, had overlapping symptoms. She was starting to panic, she turned to the cats and pleaded with them.

"We need something that will help!" 

The cats nuzzled Quentin but instead of doing something quirky to help, they looked to Cyan. She was still staring at Florence with wide eyes, she didn't seem to be comprehending the situation around her. 

     Florence was trying to fathom why the cats were looking to Cyan, she'd already sent someone to get medical supplies. 

When the reason didn't present itself instantly, Joey walked over to Cyan and scratched her lightly on the leg, meowing up at her. 

Cyan quickly snapped out of her trance and a determined look crossed her face. "'e's 'aving an allergic reaction, isn't 'e?" 

     Florence clapped a hand to her head, "That's it! That's exactly what it is, thank you."

Florence knew just what she needed now and she sent the cats to get her things from the carriage. They swiftly ran off and left Florence to prepare.

    She needed more than just a cold floor but before she could ask, Cyan was already barking orders.

"Get 'im in the back and put 'im on a bunk, we need towels and water then y'all clear out for t'day. We'll talk t'night, y'all will wanna 'ear what's t'be said."

    Nobody argued with her and moments later, Quentin, carried by Hunter, was laid on a bunk in a room at the back of the club. There were rows of bunks lining the room; Florence assumed  most of the town slept here if and when they needed. But she didn't let the questions that arose, distract her from what she needed to do. Everyone left once the supplies were brought, all except Hunter and Cyan who stayed by the door. They watched Florence tend to Quentin, and once the cats barged through with her bag carried between them, she had everything she needed. 

     She worked quickly, now that she knew what was wrong it was fairly simple to treat. The ointment was applied under Quentin's tongue and the shaking immediately stopped, his breathing slowed, his colour came back and he appeared to drift off to sleep. Florence cared for him until she was satisfied he was cured and then she left him to rest. She wiped her hands and told the cats to watch him closely, though they wouldn't be alone; the moment she finished, Hunter moved to sit on the bunk beside Quentin's.