Editing TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3 (section)

=='''Jack's Collapse'''==

'''REDLAND'''

As Redland crumples to the ground, Carl manages to grab him and keep his head from smashing into the deck. As he lowers him carefully to the ground, Jack continues to ramble.
 

"Where's John? Where's Rebecca? Where are they when I need them? Carl... Carl, it's no use. Everyone lets you down in the end."
 

As he checks Jack's pulse, it quickly becomes apparent to Carl that Jack is running a high fever and his heart is racing. It's unclear whether he is getting worse, though he is shaking and he continues to rave.
 

"It's important that you know. When we first met, it wasn't fate or destiny. I ... I mean, with General Henrik and ... and maybe ... maybe John the Paladin, yes. Perhaps they were fated to be there. But I am ... I was just visiting my sister. It was a coincidence. Do you see? ... I'm glad you're here Carl. I think I mis..."
 

Redland spits out a little blood. Carl is worried for a second, but it appears that Jack just bit himself when he fell. Carl continues his other scans.

'''CARL'''

Hmm, not good.  **Julian, can you bring some water and some aspirin?  And a damp cloth?  I’m on Deck Three, aft of the smokers’ lounge..**
 

“It’s all right, Jack.  I’ll help you.  What do you need?”
 

Hand him a kerchief, if he can take it; and open up to Sofia, to draw in some of the world’s energy, ready to strengthen and give him comfort if it is needed.

'''REDLAND'''

Jack takes the handkerchief, shakily, and wipes at his face. Carl notices that his other hand slips into his pocket. He seems to look a little more lucid for a moment.
 

"Carl, where are we? And why is it so frickin' cold?"
 

He tries to sit up but slumps back down.
 

"Ughh. I don't feel too good. I'm just gonna..."
 

He lies down and closes his eyes, one hand in his pocket and the other clutching the handkerchief. He's still shivering and he appears to be trying to say something, though it could just be aimless mumbling.

'''CARL'''

[ Well, I need Jan’s input if there’s anything odd happening on the magical front, or if Carl’s antennae twitch for any other reason.  Failing word from her, I assume there isn’t, and continue…. ]
 

“We’re on the ship, Jack.  The Berengaria.  What’s happened?  Are you ill?  Lie still, don’t try to get up.”
 

It’s that damned watch – I’m sure of it – it’s involved somehow.  We’ll look into that later.  For now, though …  keep him comfortable, and talking, and wait for Julian.  If someone else comes by, and wants to help, send them for water.
 

Jack, Jack, what did you do?