Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

[newberktown]

[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.

A stomachache.

He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]

back in saffron hosue
ziva too

[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]

Comments

[bywiseguidance]

[Considering that Ducky is the team's go-to guy for medical advice, Ziva can't really find fault with getting care from a medical examiner. In fact, she probably would trust Albert more than the Pokemon Center.

She kneels down, brushing the back of her hand against Hiccup's cheeks lightly and checking the cloth to make sure it's still cool. Seemingly satisfied with that, she speaks.]

Yes, provided that you promise not to eat anything more. That is likely what has caused this. Do you think that Albert has seen your message?

[She saw you fiddling with your Gear, and has assumed that's what you did--send a message.]

[newberktown]

[Have a weak smile, Ziva.] Promise. [Because really, with how he feels right now, the plan is to swear off food for the next six months.]

I dunno... He might be working. [That was kind of Albert's thing.] I just wanted people to know we got here okay.

[In a sense, anyway.]

[bywiseguidance]

Alright. Admittedly, he would have more medical experience than I, and likely knows better what to do. I do not want to give you medicine yet, in case he gives you charcoal. Do you feel like you are going to vomit?

[Don't die on her, Viking son. :C]

[newberktown]

Sort o-- Wait, charcoal?

[...Well gee, now he REALLY feels like throwing up. Not that he didn't already.]

[bywiseguidance]

It may not taste very good, but it is an effective treatment for many poisons and toxins, and completely harmless.

[Hey she's had to take it before herself.]

[newberktown]

[Had he been in a better condition, Hiccup might have noticed the implications of needing something that would treat poisons, but for now it simply goes by with a grimace. Seeing as the only thing that had really happened between feeling fine and feeling like death had been eating cookies, it wasn't so odd to think that it had been something in them toxic to young vikings that made his body want to ragequit life.

Even if they had just been cute little Christmas-themed cookies, which was pretty damn innocent to him.]

Eeugh... That sounds disgusting...

[Is he turning green?]

[bywiseguidance]

It does not taste particularly good, no, but often times the most effective medicines do not.

[She smiles slightly.]

We will fix it, either way. Rest, I am going to go see if I can find Albert.