[ those were important samples??? scien would shake if he were the type to shake. but he just sends one last text before he goes silent… he is presumably on his way…
elysium is not any closer to waking up than he was half an hour ago. ]
because thorns just stays with him, the most movement he makes being to just check his temperature and to see if he is clammy or any other obvious signs of sick. ]
[ hmmm. this is why he shouldn't have escaped containment. scien seems to pause at this and sighs. he only comments that elysium was stupidly adamant on making it back to his apartment before proceeding to rattle out a series of various chemicals.
presumably, it's the medicine? antidote? who the hell knows. but it's up to thorns to formulate it if he even can—scien is gone the next second. wow. ]
he goes to his room and comes back to shove the bird plushie into elysium's arms, and then he leaves a note saying he'll be right back just in case elysium wakes up before hurrying out the door. ]
if there's one thing that gets him to stir, it's that. his brow furrows, and then he just… ends up curling around this thing, too. luckily, he is actually too debilitated to make any complaints or stir so thorns is free to live out his breaking bad dreams. ]
but he has to leave fully because he does not having eveything, so it takes about an hour for him to come back to the apartment. he pokes his head inside to check on elysium again... it is now 8am which is still too early to be alive. ]
for now, thorns is just going to fucking... try whatever the hell he just made first to see if he dies or not. if he doesn't and things seems okay then he will give it to elysium.
he goes back to the room and crawls into the bed to check his temperature. ]
[ it's going to need those professional stuffed animal dry cleaning services from japan i keep getting ads for… tears up
but it will be the worst-tasting thing in the world. it also burns as it goes down? thank you, scien. it does not feel safe to drink, but it technically is. before thorns can administer this concoction from satan (elysium is even warmer to touch somehow),
[ he downs the liquid like it's a shot. that's how much he trusts thorns, enough to chug the most questionable substance in the world without a second thought. everything's fine until it isn't. elysium blinks. ]
I feel kind of fu—
[ —and then he's out cold. look what thorns has done. they could've gone on their date… now it's over… ]
[ well. he checks to make sure elysium is like, alive, before picking him up and taking him to thorns' bed instead. he will change the sheets for elysium's because they are gross and sweaty... ]
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elysium is not any closer to waking up than he was half an hour ago. ]
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because thorns just stays with him, the most movement he makes being to just check his temperature and to see if he is clammy or any other obvious signs of sick. ]
He really killed you, huh...
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another half hour later, there's a series of knocks at the door. it's 7 in the morning. ]
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Yes?
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he just brushes past thorns like he owns the place and looks around. i am writing scien for two more tags tops. ]
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thorns just follows after him. ]
He's sick.
[ he proceeds to list off all of the symptoms elysium has shown, and the exact time where he suddenly fell ill. ]
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presumably, it's the medicine? antidote? who the hell knows. but it's up to thorns to formulate it if he even can—scien is gone the next second. wow. ]
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thorns will need to go to his work station to get most of that. ugghhh. for now, he returns to elysium's room to check on him. is he still asleep? ]
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elysium is still passed out… shakes
when are the authorities coming after thorns. ]
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he goes to his room and comes back to shove the bird plushie into elysium's arms, and then he leaves a note saying he'll be right back just in case elysium wakes up before hurrying out the door. ]
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if there's one thing that gets him to stir, it's that. his brow furrows, and then he just… ends up curling around this thing, too. luckily, he is actually too debilitated to make any complaints or stir so thorns is free to live out his breaking bad dreams. ]
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but he has to leave fully because he does not having eveything, so it takes about an hour for him to come back to the apartment. he pokes his head inside to check on elysium again... it is now 8am which is still too early to be alive. ]
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because now the bird is covered in snot and sweat, a tragic victim in all of this that thorns could have prevented. it did not deserve this. ]
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for now, thorns is just going to fucking... try whatever the hell he just made first to see if he dies or not. if he doesn't and things seems okay then he will give it to elysium.
he goes back to the room and crawls into the bed to check his temperature. ]
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but it will be the worst-tasting thing in the world. it also burns as it goes down? thank you, scien. it does not feel safe to drink, but it technically is. before thorns can administer this concoction from satan (elysium is even warmer to touch somehow),
elysium sits up. ]
MY DATE.
[ ? his eyes are still closed? ]
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thorns startles, before setting the suspicious concoction down on the side table so he can stare at elysium. ]
What?
[ is he awake or not... ]
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elysium leaps from his bed… the poor bird falls onto the floor. it is taking so much abuse. ]
I'm going on my date!
[ yippee ]
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sure, why not. thorns just stays on the bed, watching this. ]
Okay. Have fun.
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then. remembers something. stumbles halfway across the room back. ]
I can't forget the person I'm going on a date with…
[ a hand loops around thorns' wrist and he tries to pull him off the bed but the grip strength is, like. pathetic. ]
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thorns freezes for a second, but then he pulls elysium back towards him. ]
I need you to drink something before we go out.
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making no effort to get up, his voice comes out muffled: ]
Okay. Did you decide where we're going yet?
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[ okay then, thorns will just drag elysium back to a sitting position and reach over to grab the... liquid. ]
Here we go.
[ he presses the cup to elysium's mouth. drinky drinky!!!!! ]
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I feel kind of fu—
[ —and then he's out cold. look what thorns has done. they could've gone on their date… now it's over… ]
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[ well. he checks to make sure elysium is like, alive, before picking him up and taking him to thorns' bed instead. he will change the sheets for elysium's because they are gross and sweaty... ]
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does he wash the bird… elysium's going to be out for another day…
the way dahut ends up finding thorns' number and texts him because scien told him to. give him the continued reports
or else ]
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