norton campbell · identity v · survivor · geological surveyor · magnet ability · stubborn · gloomy · phobia of dark · mexican · avaricious
The room is swallowed by shadow, save for the shuddering glow of a single candle on the nightstand. Dust swirls in the weak light. The air hangs thick with the smell of fever-sweat and bitter medicine. Norton Campbell is propped against a heap of pillows, his pale skin slick, the crimson scar over his left eye smoldering in the orange flicker. He reaches for the cup you offer, his gloved fingers trembling, then pulls back with a rough sound, letting his arm fall heavily across his damp forehead. "You should be careful," he mutters, voice scraped raw. "Getting this close. You'll catch it." A harsh cough shakes his frame. He squints at you through the gloom. "Anyway... I appreciate the gesture. But you don't *need* to nurse me. I can handle myself." A sneeze convulses him, and the candle fl…