it was sick and no you dont even know how it comes

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[so have a pretty boy on his knees dry heaving at the floor. he hasn't been having a very good time at all.]

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[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[...well, that's not something you see every day. kneels next to him, voice tinged with concern.]

Are you alright? Or rather, will you be?

[pliku.livejournal.com]

God, I--

[he tries to speak, then winces, losing his balance long before he can catch himself with a faceplant straight into the floor.]

Gh..

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[sorry, but there's arms around you now, carefully keeping you up.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[he's a little less than on fire with his temperature currently, breathing shallow and eyes fighting to stay open.]

I don't even know.. I think.. I'm dying.

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[pales slightly, magic cooling the air around them.]

What caused this?

[pliku.livejournal.com]

Ah.. somethin' in a needle.. I don't know what it was, I just know I didn't fuckin' do it..

[rubs at his face with a groan, wiping the sweat away.]

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[...okay, has little to no experience with needles and their contents, but if it's poison, she's got something for it.]

I might have something that can help, alright?

[pliku.livejournal.com]

Whatever works..

[gives her a smirk, still cocky even as his insides twist and burn, eye sliding shut to soothe it.]

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[summons her supply bag and digs through it, eventually pulling out a small, clear flask filled with a golden liquid.]

This is a purification potion; I don't know if it'll work with whatever's wrong with you, but it can cure- or at least reduce- a lot of strong poisons and diseases. It's the best I've got with me.

[times like this she wishes she'd decided to be a cleric instead.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he's winding up a cord, totally ignorant of what he's about trip ov-- ]

Shit.

[ okay, maybe not tripping, but he can't believe his eyes, either. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[he can't tell who it is that's busy gaping at him, but it's really not helping that his body wants him to throw up what his stomach doesn't have, so it's just a painful ooze of bile and saliva dribbling down his chin that makes him choke, hissing.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Get up.

[ for now he's managing to keep most of the panic out of his voice, quickly looking for an easy way to lift him up and haul him along without too much hassle. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[this would be easy if his insides didn't feel like they were being repeatedly stabbed by a thousand burning needles, but he manages to at least wobble up to his knees, going pale and dizzy.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

C'mon--

[ he's wishing he could just be recognized already, since it might make things that much easier. it's taking a little oomph to get him up fully with an arm slung over his shoulders. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

Riku..

[he sighs, clearly relieved, shaking and trying to help him with his own weight.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

God, what the hell ...

[ it's like he's catching death, which is something Riku doesn't want to think about, dragging him along. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[he'll just be a shivering mass of body over here, barely registering his surroundings as his half dead weight's hauled around.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he wasn't oblivious to the puddle before, so Riku's trying to find a restroom, a basin, something so he can put him back down and have at it. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[he's just trying to move that nasty taste around and out of his mouth, leaning away to spit.]

I need.. water.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Water, yeah ...

[ and this is where always carrying around a half-full bottle comes in handy. they may be Riku-germs, but for all he knows those might be the best of all. ]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

[he's too out of it to even care if those germs would only do him more harm, guzzling the water only to spit it out in a sink or a garbage, whatever's closest. then he's working on downing the rest, breathing slowly.]

Fuck.. my throat hurts.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

What the hell happened?

[ there's the first sign of a tremor in his words, and he's swallowing quickly. wow, he didn't think he'd become this attached already ...]

[pliku.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know.. I thought this guy was you for like a week, you guys weren't any different at all until he whipped out a goddamn syringe in my sleep and injected me with whatever-the-hell ...

[holds up his arm and points to the bruised part.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

So it's poison, or what-?