revivalproject | Out from ruins once possessed

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Out from ruins once possessed

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."

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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."

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.

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."

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."

"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 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.

"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.

"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?"

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.

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."

"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.

"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.

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?"

"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.

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..."

"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."

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."

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.

"I'm gonna knock you over if I lean on you too much. You're the size of a swizzle stick..." He's in no position to argue though and the 50% weight distribution is slowly increasing as they walk forward.

"If...You know. Whisker is there, he should tell us what we came into contact with. You're sick. I'm...just way worse than I usually get this fast... Something is off."

While Wesker may currently not be at the hospital, he certainly is on his way back there when he spots the two young man more or less carrying one another towards the hospital.

Maybe this is a good opportunity to turn back around.

Unfortunately that wouldn't work too well for his public image. He may very well feign an acceptable degree of concern until he can turn these two over to Dr. Takemi. Hence, with the exhale of a huff, Wesker stops pretending to not having seen Eddie and Steve and actually turns his head in their direction.

"What's the meaning of this?" He inquires in a tone that just barely manages to not sound entirely disinterested.

Speak of the devil...

Several imagined and dramatic reactions play out in Eddie's head, but he doesn't have the energy to do much more than level a glare at that oh so casual tone. He's struggling to keep Steve upright, his strength increasingly fading as they work their way closer to the hospital.

"What, you don't know?" he accuses.

Steve is pretty good at figuring out things from context. He hasn't met Wesker before, but the look on Eddie's face makes it pretty clear who this is in front of them. Steve, in an effort to look a little more intimidating than he probably is right now, shifts away from Eddie's side to be on his own two feet.

He only sways a little.

"What the hell was all that about? You...you were the one who was sending him into that place alone?"

Wesker gives them both an undiscernable look before lightly lifting his shoulders. "I never said he had to go by himself. But more importantly: Did you finish your task?"

He allows himself a moment to properly take in the state of both teenagers for a moment before indicating the entrance of the hospital with one hand. "Head inside. Sharp left and down that corridor. You will wait there."

Eddie looks to Steve with a worried frown as he pulls away, ready to re-steady him, but he seems to be able to manage for now.

"Are you fucking-? Yeah. I've got your samples. Did you know what was out there? Do you know why we feel l-" He pauses abruptly, looking very green, and needing his full concentration not to empty his stomach right then and there.

Steve is on the verge of sending a very weak but very passionate punch to Wesker's...cheek...area. But before he can muster the strength for that, he hears Eddie's words cut off and turns back to him. Shit, he looks green.

"Shit. Eddie? It's okay..." He goes into mother mode and pushes Eddie's hair back just in case before rubbing his back. Then he glares at Wesker and hands over his tablet with pictures of the plants but, more importantly, the weird fucking melty thing they'd seen at the end.

"What the fuck was that? Is that why he's sick?"

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Somehow he got invited...

oh hi

Wesker, you jerk

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