I’d offer to deal, but.. considering who i’m travelling around with, I can’t risk that.
Best I can offer is keeping a lookout and keeping you in the loop.
Smiling slightly he raised his hand to gently brush back their hair.
"That's great..once you're feeling better you can show it to me."
He pushed away from the couch, making sure they aere comfortable.
"Get some rest..I'm gonna see if we have anything you can take ×
" yeah . . I finished it . . "
a slow smile would form, looking at him in that adoring, older brother way of his.
" maybe when I'm better . . I'll show you it 𖤠 "
he'd say before coughing and closing his eyes — grumbling and pulling the blanket up more.
" ( fuck . . I'm
>>
"I know you're tough.."
It still worried him either way. Seeing them in this state..obviously hurting and unwell.
Gently taking hold of their hand, looking up at them.
"You'll still need antibiotics..
Yeah..did you finish it?"
" I'm tough . . . "
true, but he was still human.
" Kobes you don't need to risk yourself, I'll be good in a few days. . just gotta stay hydrated . . .
hey. . remember I said I was writing a song for us 𖤠 "
Rolling his eyes he rested his head on the couch, pouting a little. He didn't like seeing them like this.
"I know..but still, it's best if we get you some antibiotics just to be safe. The infection could get worse.."
" d - don't worry man . . a lil' fever ain't enough t' kill me . . I've been shot how many times 𖤠 I refuse t' be taken out by anything less . . '
morbid 𖤠 maybe. but it was also true. poison was a stubborn person. wasn't ready to go yet.
"If I have Jet with me..it'll be alright. You know we'll have each other's backs."
He tried for a little smile, brushing the back of his fingers over their cheek.
"I'll get the best antibiotics we can find for you..promise."
" I just . . . I don't want you t' come back lookin' like me. . . "
they'd let their eyes close, letting out a pathetic, sad sound.
" everything jus' . . . sucks . . . "
Sighing he'd use the rag to wipe the sweat from her face, not liking the way she looked right now.
"I'll get the ibuprofen..amd check the dates on whatever else we have but if we can't use it..
I'll have to head out."
As much as he didn't like going into the city +
oh how the tables had turned.
" I know . . . as much as I don't . . . fucking want you to, I know . . . the stuff we have is almost outta date but there should be some ibuprofen in the - that medkit . . . "
she'd say, shivering again and looking like a fucking volcano.
>>
@DEM0NICNURSE@ferusfumus Kobra's quiet, listening to them talk. Eyes closing he'd let out a quiet groan in response to being possessed.
"That's..ridiculous." He muttered softly, bringing his blanket up to cover his mouth as he coughed.
"I'm just sick.."
"You know I'd never do that.."
He reached out to fix the rag back in place against their forehead. Making sure the blanket was tucked around them securely.
"You've gotta sweat it out..if it gets worse, I'll have to take Jet and go into the city for antibiotics."
" just kill me . . . you've . . gotta be joking. "
swallowing, he'd lay back down and slowly rolled into his side, curling up and looking . . miserable.
" fuck . . . I'm on f - fire . . . "
he'd say, shivering like it was below zero.
Stopping his pacing and kneeling down in front of the couch. He looked so worried, the back of his hand gently pressed to her cheek.
"Hey..try not to move too much.."
He spoke softly reaching for a blanket to put over her.
"You've..got a pretty nasty infection."
she began to stir . . fingers twitching, eyes opening a little bit but vision blurred.
" mh . . "
was all she'd make, blinking a few more times before realising how fucking cold she was and shivering.
it was the fever. she needed to sweat it out.
but god she was so confused.
Sitting on the floor beside the couch, having placed a cool rag over her forehead and checking on her every now and then.
Weary at the way she looked. Pale and their breathing was shallow. He knew it wasn't good.
He's scared. Afraid that if the infection got too bad..+
her body had given out . . damn . . and she'd done so well but the blood loss . . . it was too much even for her.
it would take a few hours for her heart to create more blood . . and with the risk of infection and those injuries, it only made sense that something else
>>
+ no he couldn't think like that right now.
Maybe he should take Ghoul and Jet into the city for supplies in order to make sure the infection would go away..
Biting at his nails, now pacing around the room while trying to decide what he should do. They'd be upset +
@ferusfumus@DEM0NICNURSE He's laid out on the couch, curled up with a pillow held against his chest. There's anot running from his nose but he's too tired to care at the moment.
Looking between Ghoul and the weary. He doesn'tlike doctorsor nurses all that much.
"Okay.."
+ Jet would be better at taking care of the wound than himself. Standing off to the side, pacing yet keeping an eye on Poison while the wound of their chest was stitched and bandaged up.
He'll stay by their side, cleaning up the blood, and waiting till she woke up.
"It's not fine.."
He's trying not to state at the wound, it's nasty and deep and the bleeding hadn't stopped since they returned.
He feels sick at the sight, knowing if it had gone any lower..he didn't like that thought.
He's about to speak again, to say that they +
" mh if I don't . . . do this . . . I'll . . bleed out, br - brother . . . "
she'd swallow down some bloodied saliva as she raised up her shirt to reveal the horrid gash to the left of his chest — any lower it would've been a long. any more to the right, her heart.
>>
+ should get help but..yeah, no, he's quickly getting up and rushing off to find Jet.
Explaining the situation to him while trying not to panic once he's found him. Pulling him along to where Poison is passed out on the couch. +