bitter bitter

[torpid.livejournal.com]

A-ah, damnit ...

[groans as he tries to hold himself up against a wall, a glass of water in one shaky hand and a bottle of pills in another. looks like someone's not doing as good as he should be.]

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[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen at the pills and he shoots forward, grabbing your wrist]

Don't take them don't take them don't take them--!

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me it's that time already.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Get off!

[wheezes, stumbling a great deal as he tries to yank his hand away.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't have the heart to tell him to fuck off-- and that's just about literally right now --so he ignores it for trying to pop the top and successfully pour three colorful pills into his palm. iiit's not much working.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is startled when he runs into you*

Riku?!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[his chest is creaking every time he takes a breath in, wheezing heavily as he tries not to lose consciousness.]

S-s'nothing, I just need.. my meds.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he hurries over to put an arm around you to support you*

Here! You can lean on me. Do you need help?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he appreciates the support, he really does, because he swears if he moves anymore he'll be out like a light.]

Just three.. I n-need three.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he takes that bottle then and shakes out three pills for you, still startled about your appearance*

I got them, here, just take them...

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he's shaky as he rolls one into his mouth, gulping down pill after pill with a large intake of water until the glass is gone.]

Ah- ...

[just drops the glass, but he's not high enough from the ground to have it shatter, so it clatters and rolls away. for now he'll just lay against Ri's chest, panting and twitching every so often.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he holds you up and brushes your hair away from your face, still kinda freaked out, but more worried about you now*

RIku, are you okay? I can take you some place to lie down.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[his voice is quiet, his words spoken when he huffs out.]

I don't wanna move ... m'fine here ...

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just like a Riku; he'll just sigh and heft you up in his arms carefully, trying not to jostle you too much*

Okay, now tell me where you wanna go, or I'm just laying you down in the first empty bed I find.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[flops against him like a ragdoll, coughing.]

I don' care.. anywhere.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he'll just carry you down the hall, looking for the first empty bedroom he can find*

Ah... I'll lay you down, okay? You're looking... pretty bad.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[nods slowly, though his breathing's calmed down a little already.]

Thanks..

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he lays you down, and fluffs up some of the pillows, being a bit fussy*

Are you... better now? What happened?

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

They're not good!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up, you wouldn't even know!

[he doesn't even care that he's lashing his foot out at him to get him to back off-- he needs these to survive.]

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

[pushs right back]

They'll hurt you!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

They're my medication, they help me live!

[chokes, suddenly lurching forward. nevermind fighting back-- he's fading fast.]

*pushes wtf

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

[...wtf backs away, clinging to himself]

N-no, no stop it! Get up get up get up! Stop it!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he still talks so quiet, curling up on the bed and nuzzling at the soft pillows graciously.]

My heart's kind of bad...

[which is an understatement, but.]

I need the medication to keep it under control sometimes.

pushshshhhshhssshhs

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[groans, pressing his forehead to the floor with a wheezed whine.]

Shut up..

lawl

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

It wasn't me that hurt you!

[hisses it, backed into a wall.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean... like having a heart attack or something?

*he gets a chair so he can sit beside the bed; this is the first time he's ever really heard of anyone having heart problems... getting your Heart ripped out, yes, but your heart?*

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[scrambles to grab for the bottle that unfortunately dropped in their little fight, even if the water he had is half spilled all over the floor.]

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

[ignore the psycho against the wall kk]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Circulation's not too good. Not enough air, not enough blood, my heart kind of starts going crazy and demanding more that my body doesn't have ... the pills thin my blood and help me breathe better.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[yeah he kind of wants to throw up and pass out so he'll do that while he makes it seem like such a chore to open up a pill bottle cap.]

[hhhhelpme.livejournal.com]

[just tries to convince himself he didn't hurt the other, since Larxene kinda made him think he hurts anyone he touches]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he feels a bit sad all of sudden, because that sounds terrible*

Have you... always been like that? Or did you get hurt? Is it okay for me to ask?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[nods slowly.]

It took a lot of medication to find out what I could and couldn't combine, and how much of a dose I needed.

[he glances over to the bottle, then frowns.]

But when those run out ...

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[well it's a-okay when he manges to swallow three pills dry, and so he curls up against the wall and tries to block the world out.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Can't you get medicine here? I mean, this place has practically everything but a way out. And there's doctors and scientists...

[torpid.livejournal.com]

If there's medicine, I won't die, but if all else fails, there's nothing else to keep me alive.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... too bad I don't know if potions would work on you. They heal practically everything where I'm from, but I know they don't cure colds.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it's not as if he was going out of his way to be degrading, looking surprisingly calm when he marches over and snatches those pills themselves.]