Re: Newt's Case: Adrian M/Newt P/Patrick G
Patrick was most accustomed to being told to shut up by Newt, and he lifted his hand and held onto the compress without protest, man; he was not a terrible patient, all things considered. "I am hot. It is true," he agreed, even as he flopped back in a most un-hot manner. "I am better looking than you, bro, and so it makes sense that I am better looking when I look like shit." He attempted to wink, but it mostly came out as a twitch. But he did notice his bro's brow quirk. "I was spouting bullshit on the forums. I will need to apologize." He was not looking forward to this, but it seemed the right thing to do (and Patrick was all about the right thing to do). He glanced over at Newt. "Newt, man, sit and stop moving around for a second. No one is dying."
The mattress was new and it was squishy, but Patrick had not actually noticed it enough to enjoy it yet; he was mostly caught up in feeling most heinous. "A forest of my own. This is a good idea," he said, and it was a good idea. "I managed to get home once during this thing, to take Mary somewhere safe, but I could not manage it again. I think it was the spell, man, that allowed me to use the stones that one time," he said to Newt. His hand (which he held up then) was as red and blistered as his ears. As for Adrian being found in a cave, Patrick rolled his eyes (as best he could) when his bro said he was looking for truffles. "Bro, I saw your stormcloud ass up there in the woods. Maybe we should build you a forest too. Not a forest, but someplace safe, man, for when shit explodes. I have lived here all my life, and I will guarantee you that shit will continue to explode."