[26.00: Sick]

[psychoticracer]

[Harsh, quick breathing, interspersed by coughing. Erol mutters, clearly feverish.]

S... sir I --

-- 'll fix it - kill 'im... he won't...

Aah - please, not - I didn't - I can - fix it, he won't get away again - 'll get 'im -

...

[Almost panicked]

N-no, I can - let me out - I - can do it, let me out!! Aaahg -

[Voice chokes off in pain

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[chorusangel]

Erol! Erol, please, it not real!

[Well, when she'd returned to her room with some food for the two of them, this certainly wasn't what she expected to find. It's impossible to know exactly what he's seeing, but Christine gets the general gist, and as she tries to calm Erol down, the thing that disturbs her most is hearing Erol beg.]

[I totally did not predict this :D]

[psychoticracer]

[Almost seems to regain lucidity for a moment, focusing on her... then his yellow eyes cloud over again. He shakes his head, curling away and wrapping his arms around himself]

Moth'r... you're dead... why... never came t'see me b'fore... mus' want somethin... not giving you anything...

[It appeared out of the wild blue yonder :O]

[chorusangel]

Mother? Erol, it me, Christine.

[Sits on the bed beside him, not knowing what to do except stroke his hair and try to comfort him. Why couldn't she be more useful?]

Shh, it alright. Shh.

[A wild Erol appeared am i rite]

[psychoticracer]

[He coughs and shivers, the motion seeming to ease him for a minute, though it's confusing; his mother never looked after him, rarely did anything about it when he was hurt - except for yell at him for getting in with the wrong crowd... they always understood him better than she did, dammit...

Then he winces and tenses, gasping hoarsely]

H-hurts... n'ver hurt like this, not - b'fore -

[He digs his fingers into his upper arms, as if trying to claw his way out of his own skin]

P-please, Baron... c'n do it, g'me a chance... c'n do it, do anything just - a chance - please...

[ttlynotawizard]

Aw, are you in trouble?

Good.

[waywardassassin]

It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.

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[nantokanare]

It's been five days, Erol-san.

[Text]

[chorusangel]

It may not be obvious, but now is not the best time.

[Text]

[nantokanare]

Why not? I didn't think he was the sort of person to lose to a cold.

[Text]

[chorusangel]

Does that sound like a cold to you?

[shesagift]

die

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[chorusangel]

He won't die!

[shesagift]

I have not shown you.

[Text]

[chorusangel]

No... Wait, do you mean that what you have to show me will make me want to see Erol dead? Because that's very unlikely.

Should I meet you at the golf course?