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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"Yeah, that was uh..." Eddie blinks and puts on a smile for Steve to reassure him. "I'm good. I mean...I'm shit right now. But I'm good."

He touches a hand to Steve's chest with a concerned look. "He's stronger than he looks, he didn't crush your rib cage or anything, did he?"

Steve didn't even think about his own interaction with Wesker. He looks down at Eddie's hand on his chest and feels his heartbeat pick up. Because of the memory of Wesker's rougher touch, probably. Had to be. He offers Eddie a smile.

"Nah. I'm good. I mean...yeah. Shit just like you said. But I am good... Just radioactive and having a migraine."

"Just one of the many perks of hanging with me," Eddie teases with a self depreciating grin. Really though, from Eddie almost slitting his throat, to the bats, to this- they were having a perfect run of shit rolls, and it's hard for Eddie not to feel like he is some how cosmically cursed.

"Let me turn the lights back out and I can grab us some water. See if we can keep it down."

Steve wants to offer to do it himself, but the movement and stress from the last few minutes is making him feel ten times worse. At least now, though, he feels a bit more like he's in the middle of a normal migraine attack. The extra edge from radiation poisoning is more muted which is a fucking blessing. But the migraine is enough alone to lay him out, so Steve just nods and goes back to his bed to lay down with a groan.

He puts his arm over his eyes to cover them. He can feel the fever in his body still raging but it's not as bad as before. Still, Steve groans a little more with the pain.

"At least we have weed now.."

Ah- blissful dark. Eddie flips the switch and actually sighs in relief. Fetching the water, he returns to set a glass by Steve's bed, taking a tentative sip from his own.

"Do we?" Wesker's visit feels like a blur, did he fully miss the payout?

Steve blinks, replaying the visit. Shit. No, they didn't get it yet, did they? He groans, miserable as he sits up and takes the water so he can swallow a few sips down. It's as much as his stomach can take even though he's dying of thirst. He'll need to try again later, if this stays down.

"We will have it. I will get the nail bat and force him to hand it over if he doesn't give it to us. We earned every single blunt."

"The second that gun came out I kinda forgot pretty much everything else that happened," Eddie admits, and he rubs at his arm with a frown.

"If it was in here it'd be all radioactive by the time we left," he guesses, not really sure how that all works, but it sounds right.

"Yeah..." That is probably true. Still, the idea of being high right now instead of just in pain is a heady one. God, what he wouldn't do for just some pot injected into his arm next to whatever other shit is in there now.

Steve rolls his head over so he can look over at Eddie in the dark. He smiles, just a little.

"We're both idiots," he says with a soft chuckle. "What did we both think we could really do to stop him? Jesus..."

"...I have a few cigarettes?" Not the same. And not wholly appealing right this minute, but it's something. Wesker didn't bring those painkillers he asked for, unless they were part of whatever he injected them with. They'll have to wait to see if that's the case.

He smiles and perches on the edge of Steve's bed. "If he wasn't some kind of super dude I think you might've had him. It was touch, Harrington."

"If you smoke a cigarette right now, I'll kill you." The smell alone will make him jump out a window.

When the bed dips, Steve opens his eyes and offers Eddie a grateful grin. There is no possible way he'd have been able to take on Wesker but it is still nice to hear a compliment.

"Dude is a dick. I'll get him next time. Just need some more push-ups."

"Heh," Eddie grins, and plays up like he's considering it, just to tease. He thinks he'd be sick if he actually tried. That and Tae would find out some how and suddenly appear to smack it out of his hand for daring to smoke in the hospital. Honestly, maybe he should try, just to see if she'll rescue them.

"Oh tooootally," he agrees with a laugh, "You almost had him. And uh...you know, before everything with Chrissy at least- I could count on one hand the number of people who've tried to fight for me, so uh...you know...it was nice. Is all." He shrugs. Totally casual.

Steve looks at Eddie and for a moment his headache is a shade underneath miserable. Maybe because he is focusing so much on Eddie and what he just said. It's heartbreaking considering everything that happened.

"Yeah, well. You deserve that, you know. To have someone fight for you." He shifts up in his bed so he can look Eddie in the eye a bit better. The headache comes back with the change of position but it's worth it. "Don't take that as an incentive to start shit... but you'll always have me watching your back. Okay?"

"..." Eddie stops himself from protesting, even in jest, and allows himself to smile. "Same," he promises with a faint laugh, "You know- for whatever that's worth." He's not the best fighter.

"...how weird is it that this isn't even weird?" he asks to change the subject, gesturing to their current set up- both of them from total opposite ends of the social ladder, sweaty, miserable, naked apart from a towel and some blankets. And no where near the weirdest shit they've been through.

Steve chuckles, even though it hurts. "Yeaaah. Your definition of 'weird' sort of changes after all of the shit we've seen. And then getting kidnapped by aliens? I don't think we will ever think anything is weird ever again."

He kicks his foot out under the blanket so he can hit Eddie's thigh with friendly affection.

"For whatever this is worth, I wish it never would have been weird. You and me being friends. I probably would have been a better person a lot earlier if I was with your crowd." He pauses and finally: "I'm sorry, by the way. About whatever me or my friends did to you and yours. I really am."

"Heh." Eddie leans into the hit with a smirk. "I dunno. We're pretty selective, you might not have made the cut, even if you weren't a douche," he teases, trying to take some of the seriousness from the conversation.

"I know. You keep saying," he notes with a small smile, but he nods his head. "...we gave some of it back," he acknowledges, "...I know you're not that guy anymore, Steve. You don't need to keep trying to make up for that stuff. We're good."

"It's still true," Steve grumbles, through a smile despite his tone. "And you should absolutely give me more shit for this. You're letting me off easy." He can't say he minds though. Not when it means this easy friendship can stay the way it is. Steve can honestly say the whole kidnapping thing is a lot easier with Eddie here with him.

Having him back just in general is just... just overall great.

"And I woulda made the cut. I'm persistent, Munson. You can only hold me off for so long."

"You want me to give you shit?" Old Eddie would have enjoyed that, getting to finally have it out with King Steve. But they've both changed... "Blame Henderson for hyping you up all year."

"Yeah? You think you would have been freak enough?" He looks Steve over with mock appraisal, not that he can see much of him in the dark.

Steve is tired, sick, and enjoying the distraction that Eddie is providing. That has to be the reason that he leans forward and smirks.

"I think I could surprise you, Munson. More of a freak than you know."

That draws a surprised laugh, and Eddie cants his head curiously, squinting through the pain but grinning, likewise glad for the distraction.

"Is that right?? Care to give me an example?" he challenges.

"I need to have some mystery..." Steve's own head tilts a little to mirror Eddie's. "I've only been here for a week. If I give away all my secrets, you're gonna get bored with me. Go hang out with the kid and his yellow lightning rat or the 40 year old dude."

He nudges Eddie again with his toe, lighter than before. "You'll just have to find out yourself."

"...lightning rat?" Momentary distraction because- what? He has not had the pleasure yet.

There's a tired smile, and Eddie reaches to give Steve a pat. "...I'm glad you're here, man. Not...here here, but...you know."

He's sick, tired, and feeling sort of floaty now, maybe from the drugs he was injected with. Maybe just from his body giving up on the pain and flooding him with some serotonin just to offset it all. Either way, he feels somewhat confessional as he lets out a sigh and lets his eyes drift off to stare at the middle distance.

"I...am kind of glad I am here here, honestly." He sighs again, almost ashamed of himself. "Everything at home was so heavy. So...awful. And then in one weird kidnapping, there's no more Upside Down... You and Max are alive and in one piece."

He looks down at his lap.

"That's shitty, isn't it? Everyone else is still there and dealing with things. It's shitty to be glad to have a break when they don't..."

"Nah man, I get it," Eddie assures, "And uh...you know, if what some of them say is true- no one's going to be dealing with anything without you. You'll just slide right back in when you left from. So don't...you know...don't feel bad, or whatever. You deserve a break."

Steve's eyes open and catch on Eddie's. The fact that he doesn't want to address hangs over his head like a guillotine; if he goes back where he left off, Eddie is dead. Max is in a coma and Eddie is gone. And the worst part is, Steve might not even remember he'd seen him at all.

"I'm...not in a hurry. Even with the radiation and whatever... I am fine staying here for awhile."

"..." Eddie gets it. He definitely gets it, and that silence stretches out for a minute, Eddie nodding.

"Yeah...yeah me too," he says finally, smiling and very pointedly ignoring that leaving here means the end. "...I should let you sleep."

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one day i'll stop randomly leaving off my suffixes

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