Ari Riggs (ari_takeoff) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-10-21 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ari, lil adam |
Tuesday February 10th 2009
Who: Adam and Ari
What: Looking for comeraderie in certain death
Where: Adam's room
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language
There were very few things of which Ari was ever certain, but right now he was certain that he was going to die. He couldn't imagine surviving this. His lungs were full of fluid, breathing was impossible. Every inch of him was sore, and heavy, and even just rolling over in bed was exhausting. Breathing was exhausting. After three days of laying in his bed, throwing up and sweating and hallucinating from fever and shivering from cold, Ari had decided that this was the end. And when it was the end, you had nothing to lose, right?
So he rolled out of bed, pausing on the floor where he landed a moment before he forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He was bare foot, bare chested but had a thick fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His wings were lackluster, all shimmer gone from them. Every plant that had been filling his room, the vines along the wall and the flowers bursting with color, all were dead. And that was how Ari knew. His gait was slow, painstakingly so, and it took him ten minutes just to make it to the door. He blacked out a few times, leaning against the wall until his vision became clear again. Another five minutes to get to Adam's door, another pause to rest, and his hand feebly reached up and knocked, twice. Adam wouldn't come. Adam hated him, and he wouldn't open his door to Ari, and Ari would stand here and just die, alone, all alone, no one to even notice until this was all over and they needed to sweep him out of the hallway.
Tears started streaming down his face as he waited, blanket wrapped tighter around him, nose running in sickness and sadness.