Who: Myron Wagtail & Gideon Crumb When: Monday, July 4th Where: Centro Guarigione Magica, Rome What: Having a serious fucking discussion.
Myron was livid. Livid didn't really capture how he was feeling, but he was too fucking angry to think up a better word. Gideon almost fucking died. He was pissed at Gideon, he was pissed at the entire band, he was pissed at the world. Because regardless of why it happened, the fact remained that it shouldn't have fucking happened.
And it wasn't going to happen again.
The band had skipped over Vienna entirely and made it to Rome. After getting Gid checked into the magical hospital there, Myron had raided Gid's bunk with Orsino. The amount of pills, potions, and booze they found was insane. And it had to stop. Myron wrote out a journal entry to the band and decided enough time had passed to go have a talk with Gideon.
Walking into the room and nodding to Boris who was stationed outside, Myron closed the door and looked at his bandmate laying on the bed.
"Gid," he said in flat, no nonsense sort of tone. "The fuck, mate?"