Super Heroes RP discussion

((Yo))

Brad could feel the heat coming off of Ford. Once Ford was asleep he became himself and walked to the kitchen to get ice packs, to the infirmary to get a thermometer and to the other side of the building again this get his replacement. Whit, as the other Bradley preferred to be called, had recently borrowed some healing powers that could prove useful.

Ford woke up later that afternoon. He still felt terrible, partially because of the cold and partially because of what had been going on with the Brad imposter. He went to get into his wheelchair and his hand slipped, ford fell to the floor and passed out.

Brad walked into the room and flipped out. "I never should have left. "Whit can you handle his legs? Just fix whatever he has going on in there mate."

Whit tried but the most he could do was make the legs a little healthier. "This is magic not just paralysis. I could take care of the fever though."

"Do it. I'll go put this stuff away while you work." Brad walked out the room and down the hall.

Ford opened his eyes just as he saw Brad leave. "What is going on here?" Ford coughed and the taste of iron entered his mouth. "Why was Brad here?!"

"Whoa chillax he's been with you this whole time. He wanted me to help you so please stay still. You're very sick. I'm Bradley Alexander Whittaker. I'd much prefer it if you called me Whit though."

"Which one of you is the real Bradley?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Whit was genuinely confused.

"There's two of you. Which one do I know?"

"Brad. The animal shifter."

"So not you. Where is he?" Ford pulled himself into his wheelchair.

Ford left his room. He went around the building looking for Brad, or any animal that could be him. He needed to find Brad.

((Yo?))

((Sorry had to hop off for a while))

((No problemo! I'm just being annoying.)

Whit followed. "He was heading back to the infirmary and the kitchen to put everything he had gathered away. But what about your fever? It wasn't quite back to normal."

Brad was back to being a cat but this time he had found a few more cats and was hanging out with them so he wouldn't be noticed.

Ford went to everywhere Whit had mentioned. He saw a group of cats. "Brad. I may be talking to cats but if you are here please show yourself. I'll do anything." Ford's cough was getting worse. And his fever had already returned slightly.

Brad smiled and hopped up on his lap. He wasn't going to change back until he got a very good reason. The other cats started to circle the wheelchair.

"Thank you." Ford pet the cat. Or should he call it Brad. Either way, he was happy he was back.

Brad started purring and closed his eyes.

"Can I finish taking care of your fever now?" Whit asked patiently.

"It's just a cold. It'll go away." Ford went down the hall with the cat. The odd coloring in his legs had progressed.

Whit sighed. "Please don't force me to call either of your idols. I have met Dr. Fate many times and I have Dr. Strange on speed dial." He hated having to pull that out but if anyone could find a way to fix this it was them.

((I couldn't remember which one you had so I just said both. Lol))

((I've got Strange!))

"Fine." Ford was about to turn around when he started shaking. He seizured quickly then passed out.

((I've got Strange!))

"Fine." Ford was about to turn around when he started shaking. He seizured quickly then passed out.

((Is he free to be used right now?))

((Yup!!))

Whit was glad that he had taken powers and abilities from a super powered doctor now. "Put him on his left side while I call a close family friend."

Brad changed back to himself and did just that. After getting him on his left side he heard Whit talking on the phone trying to get Doctor Strange to come to them.

The Doctor said he would be there soon and hung up.

Ford was burning up. A doctor came in, having heard the rustle. He took ford to the hospital and intubated him. They started running tests.

Brad followed and stood in a corner of the room so he was out of the way as they ran the tests. He didn't want to miss anything.

Dr Strange appeared in a flash of blue light just as the other doctor came in to tell them something. "Whit. How have you been, young sir?"

"Great but Ford is not. Is there any way to reverse what happened to him?"

Brad moved to sit next to the bed.

The doctor spoke up. "He has a serious infection. I'm putting him on antibiotics."

Brad nodded but otherwise didn't move.

"What about the seizure?" Whit asked.

"Caused by the infection. Hopefully he will get better soon but we have to see the damage to his legs, where the infection started."

Ford woke up. He couldn't say anything, as the was a tube down his throat. He held his hand out to Brad.

Brad took his hand. "You're ok. They just have to check on your legs." He smiled some and tried not to think too much about what the doctor could say next.

"Dr. Strange it seems I may have called you here for nothing. I apologize. Will his legs ever get better?" Whit had to know. He wanted to help. He still owed Brad big time.

"you were worried, I understand. I cannot tell, though. My magic is not specializing in healing." Strange patted Witt on the back and vanished the same as he had appeared.

Whit had wanted to ask more about it but he would always be able to call later.

The tube was taken out of ford. "I'm sorry, Brad. This is my fault."

"What do you mean? None of this is your fault. You're sick it happens to everybody." Brad squeezed Ford's hand slightly.

"They would have found out if I went to my appointments. Now I'm sick."

A doctor came in and took a sample of blood from his legs.

"In that case it's my fault too. I should have been here to make you go."

"No. I was stupid. It isn't your fault.!" The doctor came into the room. "Do you mind if I have a minute with Ford?" He looked at Brad.
Ford shook his head. "He can stay."
"Okay." The doctor went on for a minute about various medical whatever before getting to the infection. "A sore on the back of your leg must have started the infection, which is now feeding off your fatty tissue. I'm sorry, Ford, we have to amputate your leg."

"Would he be eligible for prosthetics?" Brad started biting the inside of his cheek.

"It depends on if we can connect any nerves. But he is still paralyzed so there is not much that a prosthetic could do."

Ford took a deep breath. "Just get it over with."

Brad nodded he knew that the chances of it working was slim but he had wanted to hear it anyway. "I'll be right here when you get back Ford."

"Thank you." The doctor put Ford under anesthesia and took him into the operating room.

Brad was patient for all of like 10 minutes before he went nuts and started pacing the floor.

Whit laughed. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No that's fine. You go back to the Guild and finish getting settled. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff later."

An hour later they brought Ford out in a wheelchair. They had a blanket over his lap, so he looked about the same.

Brad was relieved and rushed to his side. "Hey."

"Hey." Ford was exhausted, but his fever was gone.