Charlie Burghard (charlieburghard) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-11-01 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie, fox |
Sunday: February/15/09
Who: Charlie and Fox
When: Sunday
Where: Fox’s room
What: the cure has arrived!
Charlie was making the rounds through school. He’d already given several friends the cure, and he made sure Wes and a few other healthy people had vials of their own to give shots. Together, they could hopefully get everyone treated within 24 hours, though it wasn’t as simple as simply shoving a needle in and arm and pushing a plunger. Some people were really bad off, and Charlie stuck around to make sure they reacted well to the medicine and could care for themselves after receiving it. So sue him, he was a caring guy!
Once he moved from the staff buildings to the dorms, he headed straight for Fox’s room. Being half angel, something that was extremely rare and foreign to this world, Charlie figured Fox would be in horrible shape. Demons and elementals had been the worst, and maybe angel spawn was high on that list as well.
He knocked on the door and called inside, “Fox? It’s Charlie.. I have a cure to the virus.”
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Fox wasn’t as bad off as some people on campus. Being half human apparently had saved his hide and keeping him from death’s door, but the angel side of his life certainly made it complicated. So while he wasn’t begging for death, he certainly was bed enough. Apparently he started hallucinating now. Charlie, he knew, was on the other side of the country. Not the other side of his door, much less with a cure for whatever the hell this was.
“Yeah, sure. And I’m the queen of England,” he croaked. At least this virus didn’t dampen his sense of humor. Besides, whoever it was would be able to just waltz into his room anyways. What with people delivering coffee, soup and checking up on everyone, it was a pain in the ass to get up and down locking and unlocking the door. So now it just stayed open.
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Charlie heard Fox’s sarcastic reply and wondered if the guy was sick at all. He wouldn’t have that kind of attitude right now if he was as sick as some of the others on campus. Charlie opened the door and gave Fox a look. “Really? That’s your best comeback? Sad, man.”
He looked Fox over carefully. The guy did actually look like shit, but he wasn’t at death’s door. Okay, so maybe the half human thing had protected Fox from the worst of the virus. “Gimmie your arm,” he informed Fox, pulling a new syringe out of the messenger bag carrying several vials of the cure along with a whole lot of needles.
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Though the room was spinning, Fox rolled to a sitting position, frowning at the image before him. “Yup. Knew there was mushrooms in that soup.” It was the only thing he could think of: magic mushrooms in the creamy soup he’d had not too long ago. It was either that or this shit was starting to eat his brain. Why else would Charlie be standing in front of him. With needles?
“What’s the sharp object for?” He started to scoot back on the bed, leaning against the wall. Of all things, needles were not high on his favorites list.
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“Were, douchebag. There were mushrooms in that soup, not was. Fuck.. you’re a student. Get it right.” Charlie rolled his eyes at Fox and then sat down on the edge of his bed, getting the proper dose of the cure sucked into the syringe. “You aren’t hallucinating. You just suck at grammar.”
“I told you.. it’s a cure for the virus. I came to save your ass and everyone else. Gratitude would be nice. Now give me your arm. I’m not asking again.” He held out his hand with an expectant look on his face.
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Fox’s brows came together. “You came here to lecture me on grammar? California isn’t that dull, dude.” He shook his head. “Nah, I’ll stick with the magic mushroom story. Makes more sense. ‘Sides, I’d get it right if I’m a teacher. No one gives a shit otherwise.”
He eyed the needle warily, shifting back away from it a few inches at a time. “As for your pokey friend, I’ll pass. it’ll blow over in a few days. Week to ten days, right? Almost done.” Yeah, he really didn’t want an extra hole in his body, arm or not.
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“I give a shit. You’re educated. Act like it.” Actually, Charlie didn’t care much at all, but he was oddly irritated at times by bad grammar. English was one of his few good subjects in school, and he was a songwriter, which was a form of ‘writing,’ so he could be a stickler. But, no, it wasn’t his reason for being at school.
“It’s not gonna blow over. I was sick for two weeks and kept getting worse. That’s what it does. Gets worse and eventually kills people if they’re not treated. But if you wanna suffer while I go treat the truly ill people on campus, be my guest.” Actually, no one had died, at least not that Charlie knew of, but he did know some people had come close back in California.
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“I do when I feel like it.” Since Fox’s mind wasn’t exactly in the right place, he certainly didn’t feel like speaking as he should. It was just him and Charlie, so who really cared? Oh right, the vampire sitting next to him.
“You were sick? Hell, and I thought just us the lucky ones.” Fox wondered if Charlie would get on his case for something he said this time. It was grammatically correct, he thought, but chances were he could be wrong. Fox didn’t really care, since he felt that familiar churning in his stomach once more. “Great,” he muttered. “Gimme a minute.” He slid to the edge of the bed and walked to the bathroom. It was sad when you could figure out your body well enough to know when you were gonna hurl before it was immediate. He kicked the door, closing it most of the way and stopped in front of the Porcelain Altar, laying bare his most current sacrifice.
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Charlie huffed impatiently when Fox told him to wait. This was bullshit. There were a lot people far worse off than Fox that Charlie could have been treating right now. But when he heard Fox barfing his brains out, he realized why he’d been asked to wait. Way better than any of that shit ending up on Charlie’s boots. He liked these boots!
After a few minutes, Charlie strolled into the bathroom. “So how about that shot now?” He was smirking.
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When Charlie sauntered his cocky ass into the bathroom, Fox was leaning his head against the cool porcelain. He grunted, staring at Charlie with bright blue eyes and weakly giving him the finger. “You’re an ass,” his raspy voice groaned. “Laughing at misery.” Okay, so Charlie wasn’t actually laughing, but it was close enough. “Y’gotta ‘nother method of delivery? Hate needles,” Fox muttered.
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“Nope,” Charlie said frankly, and then, while he still had the element of surprise, he jammed the needle into Fox’s arm and pushed the plunger, delivering the medicine. “It takes time for a full recovery, but you should start feeling some relief within minutes.” He tossed the used syringe in the garbage and then leaned back against the door frame. “Anything else I can get ya?”
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Fox saw the needle coming but couldn’t get out of the way before he was attacked. “Ow. Ass.” He weakly waved Charlie away, already feeling the rush of the meds through his system. That didn’t mean he felt like moving from the floor though. “Yeah, something to kick your ass with. Effing hate needles.”
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“How about a hand, huh?” Nope, no gratitude. Charlie grabbed hold of Fox and hauled him up to his feet. Fox was bigger than Charlie, but Charlie was stronger, so he was easily able to support Fox’s weight. “You’ll feel better once you’ve slept a few hours. Just let the medicine do its thing.” He hauled Fox back to his bed and set him down.
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Fox groaned, getting to his feet with Charlie’s help. Not like there was another option. He stumbled his way to the bed, suddenly feeling like a bad hangover ready to crash. “Yeah. Sleep sounds good. Can I kick your ass if it doesn’t work? For stabbing me for nothin’?” He flopped down on the covers, stretching out.
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“Sure. I’ll give ya one free punch.” If Fox really didn’t get better, then he’d have zero strength to injure Charlie. And if he did get better, which Charlie believed he would, he still wasn’t likely to do too much damage. Charlie had fully recovered. A punch might hurt, but he’d heal quickly. When Fox was comfortable, Charlie headed for the door. “I’ll check on you later.”
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Fox nodded, agreeing. “Good. Hope it hurts.” He dropped his head on the pillow, ready to conk out. “I’ll be here,” he mumbled, already half asleep. His system had taken a hell of a workout over the past week and it was time it healed up.