Out from ruins once possessed

[the_freak]

Who: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Albert Wesker
What: Collecting Radioactive Samples for Wesker
Where: Temba Green 22 ✧ Laboratories
When: Early/Mid Month
Warnings: TBD



"So- when he gives me my shit, I say we hike out to some clearing and smoke under the stars," Eddie mused as they walked, though hiking didn't seem so appealing in the moment. Why'd this place have to be so far away? "You know, that way we don't have to worry about Max walking in on us or anything?" Not 'cause he thinks she has a delicate constitution or anything, but because he's not sure he trusts his non-sober self to refuse her if she asked to join. And he had a feeling Harrington would object to any of his nuggets seeing him messed up.

He pulled up the map again, attempting to orient them and make sure they were still heading the right way. "Should be just around here if I'm reading this right."

Comments

[the_freak]

"Never heard that before," Eddie laugh, grinning and thinking back on how many times in his life he's been called a distraction- and not in the good way. Who would have thought Steve Harrington was the kind of dude Eddie could be himself around?

"It's here if you want it," he promises.

There's silence for a beat before Eddie answers honestly. "...I dunno. But I didn't like it. It didn't feel...right?" His nose wrinkles. It's the best way he can think to describe it. "...you think he'll give me a hard time for not collecting a bit of it too?"

[farrahfawcetts]

"If he wants a sample of that thing, he can get it himself. Not even for truck of weed would I get near it close enough to touch. Especially with the vines."

He pulls up his tablet and looks at the picture he took of it. It looks a little distorted from the shot which is annoying but still, you can see what it is. Steve passes it over to Eddie.

"Honestly, I don't think it's organic. It looks...I don't know. Not that."

[the_freak]

Eddie frowns at the picture and rubs at the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He's clearly too tense, he's giving himself a damn headache to match Steve's.

"You think it's dangerous?" It felt dangerous.

[farrahfawcetts]

"I think that it was probably the reason that dickhead sent us to get flowers instead of going himself." Steve increasingly is feeling like they were set up. And, worst of all, Eddie was supposed to go by himself. He could have fucking died.

"Did you piss him off or something? Because that was seriously fucking dangerous and you would have walked in without even a weapon."

[the_freak]

Given his tendency to piss people off, Eddie has to think for a second, reflecting back on his interactions with the guy before shaking his head, not looking entirely sure.

"I don't think so? Haven't really had the chance to..." he says, handing Steve's device back with a frown.

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve takes it back and frowns deeper. "So he just decided you were expendable then. Awesome. What was his name again?"

Steve can't help but think about what would have happened if Eddie had been on his own. Grabbing a flower before a vine smacked him. The thorns maybe cutting him up. Jesus. Who sent someone into a situation like that without warning?

"You're not doing favors for him again. I don't care if he's got a fully grown pot plant and the cure for cancer."

[the_freak]

Yeah, well...he's not wrong there. Eddie's generally been viewed as pretty expendable; enough that he's internalized the feeling quite a bit. "Wesker."

He wonders if the guy knew what he was sending him into or really was just too busy and important to go look at some plants.

"Mmm," Eddie nods, but doesn't quite promise.

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve cuts a sharp look at Eddie's non-committal response. It's a mistake because the quick motion makes his vision swim enough that he stumbles. "God...ground is...super uneven," he grumbles in a weak excuse.

"I'll talk to Wesker. See what his deal was," Steve says firmly. "He owes us a lot more than just something that was originally yours anyways. At the very least an explanation."

[the_freak]

Eddie slows up and without acknowledging it grabs Steve's arm to sling over his shoulder so he can help support him, brow furrowed with concern.

"I can talk to him," he insists, less worried about that at the moment that he is about Steve.

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve would normally complain or maybe even push Eddie off. It says something about his current state that he instead leans into Eddie without even token hesitation. He even closes his eyes for a second, just to give himself a break as he lets Eddie maneuver them both.

"We can both do it," he concedes uncharacteristically. Another glaring sign. "Either way, he can't just get away with this shit."

[the_freak]

Eddie seems to know it's best not to draw attention to it, there's no teasing for once, he just keeps on walking.

"Both works," Eddie concedes, "Dude better pay up, I am noooot in the mood to deal with that shit."

[farrahfawcetts]

"He's paying up," Steve says as firmly as he can manage. "There is no way that he is getting away with sending us there and just patting us on the head. I'll eat the flowers before I hand them over to him without our payment."

He groans a little. "We can do that tomorrow. Today I think I am gonna...Just sleep this off."

[the_freak]

The determination earns a fond smirk, and Eddie nods, though he's quickly distracted with worry again.

"I can tape up some sheets over the windows. Make it extra dark." He'll be quiet and everything, no music, no fussing or fiddling. On his best behaviour.

[farrahfawcetts]

"You don't have to do that, man. Last time I had a really bad migraine, my parents were home and had a whole party going on downstairs. They used the room across from mine as the coat room and kept clicking the lights on and off like all night. I survived. I promise, I am used to dealing with this."

He neglects to mention how his mother kept also turning the light on his room, complaining he shouldn't be sleeping all day. That honestly had been worse than any of the other shit combined.

[the_freak]

"Why wouldn't I?" He looks baffled at the thought that he would do anything to knowingly make it worse for Steve right now. "It'll take like two seconds, and it'll help, right?"

God, Steve's parents frustrate the hell out of Eddie the more he hears, completely shattering the image he's held onto all these years about how 'King Steve' grew up.

"Once you're settled I can go grab some painkillers and shit. Does that work on migraines?"

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve looks at Eddie, sort of confused and stunned. Why is he going out of his way when Steve told him he didn't have to? He let him off the hook. Didn't that mean that he would be thankful and take the out? But instead Eddie was spinning it back around: why wouldn't he help out when he could? Steve has no idea what to say to that.

He has no idea what to say to the other question, either.

"Uh. I don't...know? I never really went to a doctor for anything official and the only painkillers I had in the house were in the first aid kit which, you know. Serves a higher purpose than killing a headache, as you now know." He laughs, amused at the idea of using anything in it on something as banal as a migraine when monsters are amuck.

[the_freak]

Arching a brow, Eddie tilts his head at that look. What, is he really surprised?

"And you're on my case about not getting tested," Eddie teases, sighing and giving a determined nod. "Well, we'll find out now I guess. I have a ton of replicator IOUs, I can get us whatever we need."

[farrahfawcetts]

"Ice," he asks for immediately before realizing that was probably rude. "I mean. An ice pack usually helps make it hurt a little less. That might be a dumb thing to use credits on though. It'll just get warm after a little bit. Maybe the diner has some ice or whatever..."

He closes his eyes again, the nausea starting a lot faster than it usually does. Christ, how did he get this bad of a migraine so fast? It never happened like this.

[the_freak]

"I can do ice, no problem man," Eddie assures, "What else?"

He feels a wave of anxiety, and it makes his own stomach churn. It's just nerves though. He's just worried about Harrington. Probably.

"You wanna stop for a bit? Or uh- I could piggy back you?" he offers with a smirk.

[farrahfawcetts]

He shakes his head. "No, we're...uh. Probably getting close?" He has no idea. The ground is more even but he can see it a little less well. His grip on Eddie tightens and without meaning to, he's putting almost 50% of his weight on the guy.

Glancing over though, he frowns.

"You feeling okay? You look a little green yourself?"

[the_freak]

"Kind of...?" Eddie's not as sure in his sense of direction at the moment, and the hotel feels way too far away in the moment, regardless of how far it actually is. "Woah- hey- I got you," he assures, catching a hand round Steve's waist to help support the added weight.

He tries to shrug off the question. "Yeah, no. I'm fine. It's just from the running or whatever," he dismisses, squinting faintly as everything seems a bit bright suddenly.

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve isn't sure. He stops them both so he can look at Eddie closer and isn't sure he likes what he is seeing. "You don't look so hot." He can recognize the squint of light sensitivity and the fact that Eddie is getting that, too? It reframes his own symptoms into something a little more concerning.

"Maybe we should stop at the hospital and have someone look us over after all..."

[the_freak]

"I don't?" Eddie frowns, and tries to properly access how he's feeling. Maybe it's not just nerves.

Fuck, the hospital. Eddie didn't even think about asking an actual doctor to take a look at Steve. He feels dumb- especially since they don't even have to pay for any of it.

"Oh now that I'm getting sick-" he teases, but he nods with a bit of a grimace. "Yeah...maybe that'd be good."

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve can't help but smile. "Well, yeah. You getting sick is way more of an issue than me. I bet you're a complainer."

He tries to laugh but his head almost splits with it. Okay. He's gonna stop fighting this now. "Alright. Hospital ahoy. I'm pretty sure we passed it on our way here so that should actually be close."

[the_freak]

Eddie snorts softly, and nods. "Oh yeah. Huuuge complainer. Total suck," he agrees.

"Yeah, you're right, we shouldn't be far. Keep leaning on me. We can grab our shit while we're there." Though the way he's feeling he's less eager to smoke than he was a few hours ago.