Needed | RP with imnodoctor
Riley took a long, seemingly endless drink from the tap in the bathroom and then stuck his head under the tap, so soaking his curly hair through. His skin felt like it was on fire. He couldn't seem to quench his thirst and he couldn't seem to get cool. The water hit his stomach and set him off in to a wave of dry retching in to the sink. He hated this part of it. He preferred to just outright throw up and get even the tiniest relief. But this? It just hurt and was exhausting.
He put his hand over his mouth just as he heard the doorbell in the distance. He grabbed the handtowel from where it was hanging by the sink. "I'll get it," he called hoarsely to Tab, who was hanging out in the spare bedroom up the hall. Riley couldn't even be sure if her saxophonist was with her or not. He'd hardly ventured out of his room all day and night, save to throw himself into the bathroom regularly. He'd fallen asleep in the bath once, but luckily Tab came to his rescue before the water went too cold and gave him hypothermia on top of everything else.
He wiped the towel over his face and felt his way up the hall to answer the door. He'd discarded his t-shirt hours ago in favour of just a loose pair of plaid cotton boxers. He didn't care. Any modesty went down the toilet about twenty four hours ago. He unlatched the chain and tugged the door open. "Evie..." he murmured, clearing his throat.
He put his hand over his mouth just as he heard the doorbell in the distance. He grabbed the handtowel from where it was hanging by the sink. "I'll get it," he called hoarsely to Tab, who was hanging out in the spare bedroom up the hall. Riley couldn't even be sure if her saxophonist was with her or not. He'd hardly ventured out of his room all day and night, save to throw himself into the bathroom regularly. He'd fallen asleep in the bath once, but luckily Tab came to his rescue before the water went too cold and gave him hypothermia on top of everything else.
He wiped the towel over his face and felt his way up the hall to answer the door. He'd discarded his t-shirt hours ago in favour of just a loose pair of plaid cotton boxers. He didn't care. Any modesty went down the toilet about twenty four hours ago. He unlatched the chain and tugged the door open. "Evie..." he murmured, clearing his throat.