Lyle Majors (smartassets) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-11-04 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, ingrid, lyle, nico |
Sunday February 15th 2009
Who: Lyle, Fisher, Ingrid and Nico
What: Getting cured
Where: Nico and Lyle's apartment
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: PG 13
It had been days since Fisher had been trying to get to his brother, and even though he'd barely slept at all, he felt completely alert. There were three needles clutched in his hand, three doses of antidote for the three people apparently living in his old apartment. Three people (one of them his straight brother's fucking boyfriend) that were dying of whatever sickness was going on in there. Fisher's stride was long and quick as he moved, and since he still had a key to the place, he walked in without knocking.
The last person Lyle had expected to see stride into his apartment uninvited was his brother. He was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping a hot mug of blood and staring at the television even though nothing was on. His head turned slowly, and then he cocked it slightly to stare at the skinny ass goth jerk walking into his apartment.
As soon as Fisher saw his brother, he stopped, and then he started crying. Lyle looked like hell, exhausted and shiny and feverish. He wasn't supposed to look like that. He was supposed to be young and healthy and good looking forever, not like this. "Oh my God," he whispered, swiping the tears off his face. "I'm gonna fix you. Gimme your arm, I need to give you antidote." Holding up the syringes, he carefully sat down beside Lyle on the couch. Lyle, by the way, looked extremely skeptical and sorta pissed. His brother, the junkie (ex he hoped) was waving needles at him and telling him of some kind of cure for an impossible disease. Maybe he was high right now.
"No seriously!" Fisher insisted, taking Lyle's arm because his brother wasn't strong enough to protest. "I got this from the infirmary, it's fixing people. And I'm gonna fix you. I hafta fix you." He was still crying, and as soon as he was done injecting Lyle, he was going to hug the shit out of him. And maybe never let go.
Lyle sat patietly, flinching a little at the needle prick and being very underwhelmed as to how shitty he felt when it was over. But since it was finished, and apparently this would keep them from dying, Lyle sniffled and wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulder and got to his feet, nodding Fisher toward the bedroom as he walked. Nico needed this more than he did, and Fisher had been pretty damn efficient with the needle. Surprise surprise.