Obi-Wan's little revelation hadn't seen Loras running to see Renly. Not at first. It had taken some time to register, to make the correlation between the virus and Renly being sick. He'd tried to talk himself out of it. He told himself that he needed to make Renly wait, to punish him a little further for having left him high and dry the way he did. Thinking about it still made him red with anger, but Obi-Wan's admission that it could kill was enough to send Loras into a silent panic.
He took the Mustang to keep himself from speeding too fast. He didn't need to get there too quickly, too eagerly. With him, he brought cold medication and soup to heat up over Renly's stove. Renly's stove. The very thought of it gave him a thrill of both bitterness and excitement. More than once, he felt himself swoon as he drove and tried to keep his mind from wandering to his dreams and to Renly's lifeless, bleeding body in his arms.
"Fuck," he swore and slapped himself on the cheek as he exited the freeway and took the shortest rout to Renly's familiar place. He parked as hushed as he could. The last time he'd been here, he'd knocked, then pounded on the door. He'd been afraid neighbours would pop their heads out, but they'd been either disinterested or very good at hiding. There had been no answer and Loras had gone from window, cupping his hands against the glass to try to spot Renly through the fog of his own breath. He'd thought Renly was lying dead on the floor in the house, and that same panic rose again until he forced himself to get out of the car.
With less than steady hands, he pulled the items from the car. He began to walk hurriedly to the door, but remembered himself and told himself to slow down. Even though his feet carried him at a normal pace now, his heart hammered in his chest as though he were running. After a breath, he rang the doorbell, then tried the door knob. Once, Renly had left it unlocked and Loras had scolded him for it. Now he hoped it was unlocked.