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 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?"

The display unfolding in front of him is of a lot lessinterest to Wesker than the offered tablet and heconsiders the picture in question for a few silent moments while Steve is busy fussing over his friend.

"Hm." Is the only comment he makes before reaching up to take off his sunglasses, only briefly letting the faintly glowing pupils behind them be seen before a very different pair of glasses covers them back up. Unfittingly large golden mirrored aviators replace the previous design of sleek back and silver. But in this case the optic is less of an issue to Wesker than the readout these glasses allow him as his quiet gaze settles back on the two young men.

The picture isn't what he had expected to come out of that expedition. Yes, he had expected there to be something, but nothing like that. Nothing that resembles the molten insides of a nuclear reactor.

The verdict as the odd glasses come back off is a straight forward one, yet not entirely without urgency. "His body isn't shutting down. Neither is yours." That last bit is particular directed at Steve. "You two go into quarantine. I need to look at those samples you brought back immediately."

Eddie nods weakly, grateful for Steve's attentions, especially as he looses that struggle soon after, stomach empty and mouth tasting sour.

"...I'm sorry- shutting down was an option??" Eddie's eyes widen in alarm, looking himself over like whatever was wrong would be something easily spotted and brushed off, and then his attention shifts to Steve. He should have gone alone, then Steve would be fine.

There is so much wrong with what Wesker said that Steve for a moment has no idea where to even start. Then he figures it out. Quickly, he grabs the bag Eddie put the samples in and shoves it into Wesker's hands, only too eager to get it away from them.

"Why are we going into quarantine? Where even is a quarantine around here? And what is wrong with us?!"

He puts an arm around Eddie's chest, hoping to keep him upright even as his own strength is approaching that of 'very angry toddler'.

"I want at least some answers before we do anything. What is going on?"

"Death is always an option." Wesker answers Eddie while taking the bag from Steve and waving them both to follow. Wesker's regular glasses find their place back where they belong on his face. There may not be a dedicated quarantine room yet, but given how rarely the hospital gets actual patients, Wesker can just randomly pick an availabe room.

But apparently he has to stop this tedious questioning first. "Based on severity, radiation sickness can kill within hours. I can either give you a lecture on it or you do as I say and let me work on the problem."

"Sorry- sorry, I'm fine," Eddie tries to assure Steve, straightening up as best he can, and keeping a supportive hand on Steve's back. They can keep each other upright.

"...Jesus Christ," he mutters, looking to Steve with concern, and it's enough to get his feet moving again, chest tight and pink with shame. He's nearly killed Harrington for some fucking pot. What the hell is wrong with him??

Steve is quietly livid but fighting against Wesker right now isn't going to get either of them healthy. "Radiation. So you sent us into a nuclear plant?"

His head is killing him and it's impossible now to know if it's a regular migraine or his brains melting out of his head. Goddamn it. Still, he tries his best to support Eddie as Eddie supports him and the both of them stumble after Wesker like newborn deer.

"Did you know?" It's all he cares about from the strange guy, right now: did he risk their lives knowingly or was this all just a surprise to them both. It would tell Steve where to classify this man on the scale of trust.

The tall man currently clad entirely in black and scanning over the notes Eddie has made in the book doesn't respond right away, but he comes to a halt in front of a door which he opens up and gestures inside. A regular two patient room complete with mismatched beds and the usual agrii-sized bathroom.

"You two will stay here. Take a thorough shower, wash your clothes if you want to keep them and drink as much water as possible." With these instructions passed on, Wesker turns to Steve to acknowledge his question. "No. I did not." A simple response.

"I will return in about an hour."

"...bring my shit when you do," Eddie mutters, not entirely sure if he believes him, and scowling a bit at the blunt instructions. There's no room for questioning, and right now...Eddie doesn't want to, so he simply nods, stepping inside the room,

"And pain killers," he thinks to add, trying to match that same tone Wesker uses, but doesn't quite succeed.

Steve is so fucking mad he doesn't know what to even do. Sighing, he turns to Eddie once the door was shut and gestures toward the bathroom. "You go first, man. Leave your clothes out here. I'll wash yours and mine when I take a shower, next."

He doesn't want to touch anything considering he's fucking radioactive right now. Steve therefore just grunts as he tries to sit down onto the floor. He can handle this.

"Yeah?" Eddie looks guilty as hell, for multiple reasons, and he tries to help Steve sit. He'd make a bigger show of insisting Steve go first if he hadn't just thrown up, but he does at least have the foresight to find an empty trash bin and bring it over. "You know...just in case," he explains with a slight grimace.

"M'sorry about all this, man," he mutters, stripping his shirt off. "I can wash mine-" he adds, not wanting to put it all on Steve, whose been suffering through the pain longer than Eddie has.

"It's not your fault, dude." Steve's stomach is roiling and there is every expectation that he's on the verge of throwing up in a second. He just doesn't want to do it in front of Eddie. "You were gonna go alone. I forced myself on this trip and even then, you had no idea you were gonna be irradiated."

Steve offers him a small, weak smile.

"If I wasn't there, you could have been whipped to death by those vines. And then I would have to bring you back to life just so I could kill you again. Lotta work. So, no apologies for things that aren't your fault. And you're giving me those clothes. I've seen your room, dude. Laundry is not a talent of yours."

Snorting softly, Eddie can't really deny that.

"...I'll try and be quick," he promises, and he moves away to finish stripping down, leaving the clothes for Harrington and ducking inside the bathroom.

He does his best to scrub down, the sheer act of standing under the water feeling difficult by the time he's through, but he manages, and he eventually emerges wrapped in a towel and squinting towards Steve.

"...Still alive, Harrington?"

The answer to Eddie's question is silence, but that probably says enough.

In the time Eddie was gone, Steve had thrown up twice, started breaking out in a fever, and finally hit a 1 on the Migraine Scale. He'd managed to get his shirt off and move his bat to the door of the bathroom so it could be washed as well. But after that, he'd pretty much just leaned against the wall groaning as his head throbbed and his stomach flipped over.

He didn't even hear Eddie ask his question. But he did at least see him walking toward him.

"Hey, man..." He smiles, waving a hand. "Feeling a little better?"

"Feeling more naked and wet?" he offers, trying to crack jokes still despite wanting to curl up on the floor and never move again.

"You're not looking so hot..." Eddie moves to touch Steve's forehead but stops himself. Probably should wait until after he's been scrubbed down too, otherwise Eddie'll just...get it on himself again. Honestly, he's not sure how it works, or if water and soap can really do anything or it's just to give the illusion that they're doing something to fix the problem.

"Yeah... Yeah, I..." Steve groans as he stands up and struggles his way into the bathroom without another word. "Yeah. Go lay down. I'm gonna go take care of..." He waves his hand to finish the sentence. When he passes his bat, he grabs it and drags it along behind him. "I'll just be a second."

And he wasn't.

It took Steve close to fifteen minutes just to scrub himself clean and the water was freezing cold by the end just to combat how warm he felt. Another ten minutes was spent washing both his and Eddie's clothes and ten more on top of that for the bat. So, all in all, it took nearly forty-five minutes for Steve to finish everything he needed to and by the time he was done, he was done.

Coming out, he's also got a towel on and he's about the same color as it. He doesn't even smile at Eddie this time as he wobbles over toward a bed and flops onto it.

"You alive?"

Idiot that he is, Eddie believes him. He flips off the light before practically falling into one of the beds, and he's so out of it he's not sure how much time has passed before he lifts his head to see Steve's still not out.

His attempt to get up and investigate turns into another long session of puking into a waste basket, and he swears he's just going to lay his head back down for a second when suddenly he's starts awake, aware that the waters stopped.

Good. Steve's alive. Probably. He lifts a hand to give a so-so motion, and a beat passes before he groans in verbal response. "...Maybe." Another long stretch- "...were you gone...a long time?"

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Somehow he got invited...

oh hi

Wesker, you jerk

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