You're a Regular Decorated Emergency [CHASE]

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] here. Alex needed to hurry up, Brent was sure he was going to pass out soon. And that would probably just make Chase worry even more, which was the last thing Brent wanted even if he was wishing for this to be over. Or for at least him to be unconscious.

He could see Alex rooting around in his bag for something. Hopefully a cure for whatever the hell this was. Of course Brent was trusting Alex, he was the healer, he had the medicine here. "Mmn." he mumbled, incapable of attempting to get out anything that actually made any sense at the moment.

Brent swallowed the foul-tasting medicine Alex had poured into his mouth without much of a fuss. It was going to work, right?[/color][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase didn't like this. He didn't fucking like this at all. He felt hopeless as he held onto Brent and waited for some kind of antidote for Alex to give to Brent. That was if there was an antidote at all. Alex seemed to figure out what it was or something though, because he dug in his bag and got a little thing and made Brent drink it. Chase didn't let go of Brent.

"Y-you sure that's going to work? He'll be good as new? When? Soon?" Chase panicked on Alex as he leaned in and kissed Brent's head. He didn't care that he was bloody and sweaty and clammy. He wanted Brent to be alright again. "It has to work." Chase said, more to himself than either of the other two people that were in the room. Brent would be fine. The medicine would work. Chase would have to trust Alex.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Yes... this will work. Very soon. Look, its already taking effect." Alex said downcast while gesturing at the bleeding that was slowing. The worry in Chase's voice pained him so much. He really shouldn't of done this. He'd taken it too far. Hopefully, for Alex's sake, neither would ever find out about the crime he'd just commited.

"I-I... have to head home. My shift starts soon. I gotta sleep." Alex mumbled, packing his things away and producing a cloth to start to clean Brent off with now the bleeding was coming to a halt. Once clean, Alex got another cloth, this one damp and cool, and lay it over his forehead. The young man got a small vial and pressed it into Chase's hand. "He's to take this after. His stomach will be in terrible shape. This is to soothe it."

Alex grabbed his broom and bag, readying himself to leave. He ran his fingers through Brent's hair and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
"You'll be fine now, don't worry." He managed a smile and waved at Chase before heading back to the window. "See you two later. And next time just go to Mungo's or the Infirmary. I need my beauty sleep." And with that Alex took off on his broom into the night sky, feeling like the worst friend ever.



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