Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-08-30 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, rorie |
Friday September 27th 2019
Who: Rorie and Garret
What: The fever has claimed Rorie's brain
Where: Garret's office
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG
Rorie had been sick all week. Unlike what he had though originally, it kept getting worse and worse till he finally was seeing things. At least, he didn't know he was. Running a fever and sweating like he was in the desert, he had gotten up to get some water. His hands were twitching wildly here and there as well as the rest of his body when he was laying down. The bites and scratches look disgusting and very infected. He'd gone into a fit of rage at one point and smashed his table because he thought he saw Liam, his DEAD father, sitting at it. Just smirking as he watched his son deteriorate. He shouted at him and glared, but nothing worked. Then it became worse. Which was saying something. Liam was trying to kill him. Rorie had seent he knife, had seen it glinting in the dim light.
Going from furious to panicked, Rorie didn't know what to do. His fingers wouldn't work to call anyone and he couldn't focus with his powers. If he stayed in his apartment he'd be killed for sure. So, he did the best thing he thought he could. Barefoot and in his boxers and sleeping shirt, he struck out and walked quickly across campus to Garret's office. He was attracting stares and he was scared security would be called, so he hurried up. Getting into the floor Garret was on, he was about to just go to his door when the secretary stopped him.
"Excuse me," she said politely. "Can I help you?"
"I-I'm here to see Garret," he said, twitching a bit. The woman looked at him, thinking it best that he didn't get to see Garret. He obviously didn't look well.
"Mr. Foss is out for the moment, but I'd be happy to take a message and let him know you came by," she said sweetly, hoping it would work so she could call security on him. Granted, she was only a gifted human who could make herself very lucky at a cost, she didn't want to make this luck happen and end up him getting worse.
"No," Rorie snapped. "I need to see Garret, now." His clouded eyes focused on her as he walked over to the desk. "I will fuckin' wait in his office if I need to, but I need to see him. It's an emergency."
"I'm sure he'd love-" She was cut off by him slamming his hand on the desk.
"Let me fuckin' see him!" He yelled, getting the office's attention as workers started to make themselves scarce.
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Garret had been hiding, because he had been so far behind on things. So when his secretary had said he wasn't in, what she meant was that he wasn't seeing people. But hearing someone shouting, and then recognizing the shouting, made him put down his paperwork and go out into the reception area. Rorie looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back. He didn't look sane anymore, and he was sweating heavily. Probably fever delirium. His cuts were bad, and infected, and Garret cursed himself for not knocking Rorie and dragging him to a healer. "It's okay, Heather," Garret told his poor secretary soothingly, coaxing her with a gesture to put the phone down and not call Declan in to drag the skinny nutcase away. "It's alright. I can see him now." Offering out his hand, Garret moved slowly toward Rorie. "Hey, you," he said with a small smile. "Come on in, why don't you tell me what's going on..."
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Hearing Garret's voice, he turned and looked at the other. Rorie's head jerked to the side with a large twitch, eyes blinking hard as he scurried over to Garret and grabbing the older man's arms. "He's here. He's fucking here and he's going to kill me, you have to help me," he said, not caring how loud or soft he was. Shaking and gripping the other probably harder than he intended do, Rorie sniffed and looked around like a paranoid drug addict expecting to see Liam anywhere. He'd seen his father twice on the way over. Anything was setting him off into fight mode now and Rorie didn't even realize it. "You have to help me Garret, you have to help me."
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Rorie's fingers were like claws in Garret's arms, and he winced a little from it. He didn't know who 'he' was, but it was clearly freaking Rorie out. Whether or not he was delirious, it was very real to him, so Garret tried his best to work with him. "O-okay, calm down. Of course I'll help you. Come on, into my office." Putting an arm around Rorie's waist, he guided him back toward his office, looking back over his shoulder to mouth Call the infirmary</a> to Heather. She nodded dutifully, and waited until the door closed before picking up the phone.
Bringing Rorie to his desk, Garret sat him down in the big leather chair, and sat on the desk facing him. "Okay, tell me what's going on. Who is trying to kill you?"
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"It's Liam. I-I-I don't know how, but he's-he's back and he came at me with a knife and there was a fight and-and he's trying to kill me!" Rorie said, getting shrill and upset over just thinking about it. His hands twitched hard as he waved them about. Growling and rubbing his palms on his thighs, Rorie was blinking harder as the sweat rolled into his eyes, pissing him off. He rocked slightly as he sat there, unable to keep still while Garret stalled.
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"Liam?" he asked, unable to keep the surprise from his voice. Liam was going to kill Rorie? Liam was most decidedly dead, Garret had been there the night it happened. And since Finn's girlfriend sometimes saw him around, it was pretty much confirmed. "Um... Rorie... you know he died, right?"
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"He's back! I don't know how, but he is and he had a knife!" Rorie cried, slamming his fist onto his thigh. "You have to believe me! He's trying to kill me!" Getting up, he started pace, looking around like he might suddenly see him in the room. The man was falling apart and if there wasn't help soon, he might hurt himself or someone else badly.
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Okay, so Rorie had gone off the deep end. That much was confirmed. Garret was on his feet and grabbed Rorie by the shoulders, stilling him. "Okay," he said firmly. "Okay. I believe you. I do. And I'm going to keep you safe, you have to believe me. Do you believe me, Rorie?"
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Rorie nodded as he was stilled. Grabbing Garret's wrists hard, Rorie was shaking. His muscles were having trouble staying still and not contracting randomly. "I-I believe you," the younger man said, not yelling at least. "I believe you." Breathing heavily, he shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against Garret's shoulder.
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Both arms went tight around Rorie, holding him close. "Good. Because you have to trust me if I'm going to help you." Rorie's body felt so hot, impossibly hot. It was hard to believe he hadn't melted yet. He had to get him to the infirmary, but if he agitated him too much, his little head would explode. Garret had to be smooth about it, subtle. He had to do what he did best and be glib.
"I know I haven't really been trustworthy for you," he murmured, one hand rubbing Rorie's back soothingly. "And... I'm... well I'm... sorry." With a soft laugh he added "I'm pretty bad at apologies, too. But you have to know that I'm going to keep you safe. I'll always keep you safe. You remember I used to be your hero? I'd come swooping in like a knight, and rescue you. Remember?"
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"Knight-knight in shinin' armour," Rorie murmured as he clung to Garret. He had a fist full of Garret's shirt in both hands like he might suddenly be pulled away. "I'm scared," he squeaked. Calmed down, he went back to being paranoid. "I'm scared of him, of what he'll do when he gets me," he whispered as his little body shook. "Keep-keep me safe. Keep me safe. Keep me safe."
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Tightening his grip slightly, Garret kissed the side of Rorie's head. "We're never going to find out what he'll do when he gets you, because that won't happen. And you know why? Because I won't let him. Because he can't." Pulling away slightly, Garret touched Rorie's chin, tilting his face up. "I've been reading a lot of medical books, and studying the human body and I can make you untouchable. Like me."
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"You can?" Rorie asked, looking more and more tired. Fading almost. "How?" He thought it was a good idea. Especially since Liam was on the loose again. It could be the key to getting him out of constant danger too. At least his feverish mind told him that. Rorie was relaxing around Garret till he heard something outside the door. His keen lycan ears picking up whispering. He couldn't tell what it was, but it worried him. "Who's out there?" He asked, turning towards the door. "Is someone supposed to be out there?" Of course it was security and a healer, but to Rorie it was probably Liam charming his way him.
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Grabbing Rorie by the shoulders, Garret turned Rorie back to him. "It's security," he said forcefully, trying to keep his attention. "You did scare Heather pretty bad, so she probably called someone. But forget them. Just listen to me, because I'm the one protecting you, right? Not them, me. Always. Yes?"
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"Right. Always," Rorie said, looking at Garret. His eyes twitching and blinking hard. "Is she going to-to make them leave?" He asked, worried that it would some how lead to something else and he wasn't sure what it was. "Make them leave, Garret. You said you'd protect me. Make them leave." Holding onto Garret's shoulders, he tried to move the other to the door to send the people outside away.
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This was going pretty south pretty quickly. Why did security have to be so damn efficient? "O-okay, okay," he said quickly, planting his feet to keep Rorie from dragging him too far. "Alright. Don't worry about them. We're um... We're gonna get out of here. You and me. We're going to leave here, and then they won't know where we are, and they can't bother us. Okay? That's the plan."
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Rubbing at his eyes, wiping the sweat away, Rorie nodded, pacing again. All this was happening while he was barefoot and in his underwear. If he'd been in his right mind, he would have realized how sick he was just from that. "Can we go back to the house?" He asked. "I wanna go back to the house. No one can find us at the house." Because after ten years, Garret would still have the house they lived in together. At least in his delirious mind it made sense.
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The house? It took a long moment before Garret realized which house he meant. There was a nice family living in it now, they had an autistic son and paid only $200 a month in rent, utilities included. They probably would not appreciate a crazed werelemur being dropped off on their doorstep. "Okay," he said after a moment. "Yeah. We can do that. In fact, that's exactly what we'll do. But I'm going to carry you out of here. You look exhausted and I can run faster than you, and we're going to have to dodge the people out there."
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"Okay," Rorie said, nodding as he rubbed at his face with both hands. His hair was greasy and sweaty and had he been fine, he would have never let himself get so gross. "Okay, let's go," he said, looking around the room to make sure no one had snuck in. Just in case someone had Garret's powers as well and could come through walls or it was Liam. Standing as still as he could, he wrapped his arms around Garret's shoulders tightly. Scared and unable to be any gentler.
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Scooping Rorie into his arms, Garret almost smiled as to how natural it felt, and how many memories came flooding back from something as simple as this. But he had to focus on other things right now. "Close your eyes," he murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss on Rorie's forehead. "It's gonna be fine. I promise." Exhaling a breath, Garret walked to the door, grabbing the knob with one hand and pausing, hearing the voices of the people outside fall into a hush. They knew they were coming out, and if they were smart, they'd have a sedative ready. Yanking open the door, Garret stepped out, and was immediately accosted by a group of people, one of them with a syringe poised at the ready. "It's okay," he told Rorie again, seconds before the needle was stabbed into the lycan's arm, sedative pumped into him and taking hold of him.
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Rorie trusted Garret. That was why he was being carried out and his eyes were closed. It all changed and it was like there was suddenly a bull in the hallway. As soon as the needle was in and that sharp pain registered with Rorie, he screaming and flailing as he tried to get away from everyone. Including Garret. "No!" Hands were grabbing at him as the sedative was quickly taking effect, but adrineline battled it a few moments. "Get away!" Having these components mashed together suddenly, Rorie reached out and knocked everyone over with his telekinesis. Pulling the needle out, as it was left in him as he started to fight, he made to dash down the hall, but only got a few steps before he was on the ground on all fours trying desperately to get away. It was a large amount of drug given he was a lycan and sick. "Garret," he wimpered, still pawing at the carpet to get away. "You promised. You promised." Finally, the drug took over and left him in the floor breathing quickly and his body still twitching like a fish slowly dying out of the water.
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Despite being clawed at, and getting knocked over with Rorie's brain, and having bruises on his shoulders and a scratch on his neck, this went a lot better than it could have. Rorie was calming down at least, and even though he was angry, later he would understand. At least, Garret hoped as much. Climbing to his feet, Garret pushed his way past the security people and the poor infirmary worker (who was a part timer) to get to Rorie. Rolling him onto his back, Garret checked Rorie's vitals, his pulse a bit high but slowing, his body temperature still incredibly high. Scooping up the limp body into his arms, Garret shot a look and growled softly at the security guard trying to get his hands on Rorie. That wasn't happening. Garret had promised to keep him safe, and damned if he wasn't going to do just that. "It's okay," he whispered to Rorie, carrying him off toward the infirmary. "It's gonna be fine."