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[Hopefully Roxas doesn't get too startled by Red coming toward her and Riku in a dead run. He'll stop before he runs into her or steps on Riku, don't worry.]

[She is actually very startled and throws her arm behind her like she's going to summon her weapon. She has no idea who he is.]

What happened.

[He knows the gist of it, of course, but he's hoping Roxas was around before Riku passed out. Saw something other than her unconscious. Has some sort of fucking clue what the hell she did.]

I don't know! We were talking and she just-- stopped! She wasn't doing anything, and then she just hit the ground. I don't know what happened.

[Nothing good, obviously. Riku's breathing has slowed down enough that her lips are tinged blue.]

[He looks down at her and grimaces.]

There wasn't any sign something was wrong before that?

[He's going to... fuck he's not sure. Check her pulse, first. Check her arms and mouth next to see how she took it. To see if there's any traces of stuff left.]

She looked pale, and when I asked she said she wasn't feeling that great-- Who are you?

[Because she has no idea he really is or why he seems so concerned. As for Riku, her pulse is much slower than it should be. She's coated in a thin layer of sweat and the injection site should be obvious. The crook of her left arm looks pretty nasty.]

Red.

[Thanks for clearing that up, Red. That explains so much about who you are. He grinds his teeth for a moment as he examines the injection site. At least if it had been something she'd taken orally, he could have tried making her vomit it back up or something.]

Then I guess you're a friend of Riku's.

[Whatever, man. Riku doesn't talk about her friends to Roxas basically ever, but Red's helping so he's on her good side already. It really is unfortunate that her attempted antidote had to be taken that way.]

What is that?

Yeah.

[He moves her arm a bit with one hand so the injection site is facing upward, then starts digging in his jacket pocket with his other hand.]

She tried another antidote.

Antidote? ...for the werewolf thing, right?

[She knows that much, at least.]

Can you help her?

Probably. If not, she'll come back.

[He sounds pretty angry about that. The possibility of her dying, that is. He finally seems to find what he was looking for in his pocket and pulls out a small plastic jar with holes in the lid. Inside is a pinkish-grey leech-like creature that thrashes for a moment at the change in lighting.]

Is she dying?!

[She sounds pretty alarmed! Roxas thought she might have been, at first, but she didn't want to accept that thought. When he pulls out that jar she's almost distracted by staring at it in disgust.]

[He stares at her like she's stupid for a moment, then works on opening the leech's jar and places it onto Riku's arm. It immediately wiggles toward the hole there and latches on, only to start becoming thinner of all things. Of course, that's simple because it's shoved some of itself into the wound.]

She could be. If it was bad enough to get her this bad so quickly, it's pretty likely.

[Don't look at her like that. She's never had to deal with someone she knows... dying. Disappearing, fading away... It's hard to think of those as deaths, even if they're essentially the same thing.]

You can't let her die. Is that going to help?

I'm not a fucking doctor. I'll do what I can, but shit like this isn't exactly my strong point.

[He doesn't answer her question though, just watching the leech carefully. After a minute, it expands again, past the shape it held before, and takes on a sickly green colour. Red groans and pulls a couple tissues from his pocket, handing them to Roxas.]

I'm going to pull it out. Press these against the hole, she doesn't need to bleed out on top of poison.

[That first comment gets something of a scowl, because if he can't help Roxas thinks they should be finding someone who can. She scrapes a hand through her hair, looking stressed, but immediately moves her hands so she'll be ready when he takes the leech away.]

Why did it change color?

It took a sample. It changes colour depending on what's wrong with the blood.

[He gets his fingers at its head and tugs lightly. Thankfully, these things have been bred to let go, so it doesn't put up any fight as he pulls it off and puts it back into the jar. Roxas will want to put those tissues down pretty quickly, as that hole will start leaking right away.]

[She does so immediately, putting them on the spot and pressing down firmly. She isn't really too big on the sight of her friends bleeding.]

What's wrong with it?

Poison, obviously. I didn't need this thing to tell me that. Plant-based, though. That's what the green's about. That shade's near the one that means it's familiar, but it can't get more specific.

[Roxas' temper is showing. She's almost glaring, all impatience over the worry.]

If she's poisoned can't we find an antidote for that?

[He glares right back, clearly thinking she's not terribly intelligent.]

This isn't like just grabbing a potion no matter what an injury is. If I don't know what she's poisoned with I could make it worse instead of clearing the toxins out. Which would kill her. That's why I used this fucking thing in the first place, so I could try and find out what it was before she dies.

[He does probably have something in his pockets that he can give her now that he knows it's something at least partially familiar. It won't cure her, but it could at least stabilize her. Possibly. It shouldn't make her worse, in any case.]

[This is a wonderful time to be arguing. Just wonderful. Her grip on Riku's arm just transferred into something a little more possessive.]

I'm not stupid. I know you can't fix it just like that, and that anything could make it worse. I'm asking if there's anything you can do, because if you can't then I'm going to find someone who can help her.

[He's going through his pockets now as he stands up. He knows he should have a vial of that stabilizer in here somewhere...]

Sure, there's shit I can do, if you give me time. But fine, go ahead and take her off to someone who can 'help.' Let me know how that goes once she's dead because you don't know what the poison is. I'll make sure she knows who decided not to let the guy who knows the most about her situation do his thing.

How am I supposed to know what you're planning? I don't know you. You're not telling me.

[She's frowning hard.]

Because there's not a whole lot of time for explanations, in case you haven't noticed.

[He finally finds what he's looking for and pulls out a small case, which he snaps open and removes a thin vial of purple liquid from.]

I know her better than you do.