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003 ♒ Video Day 148, Early Evening

[Eridan had been wandering aimlessly through Hel district after another day of absolutely worthless job searching. The acrid purple smoke he had inhaled while passing through the streets was dismissed as some sort of strange pollution. And it wasn't until he began coughing that night, his skin flushed and damp with sweat, that he began to worry.

The announcements over the network to report to the "hospital" had only worried him further. Willingly gathering all the weak in one central area? It just didn't settle well on his already upset stomach. Even if there weren't Imperial Drones here ready to cull him for the slightest weakness, handing himself over to someone's care when he was at his weakest was something he was just not prepared to do.And so he had barricaded his room, turning the lock and dragging the heavy dresser in front of the door. He didn't trust anyone in this city further than he could throw them, and he was fairly sure that wouldn't be very far considering he was too weak to raise his arms, let alone get out of bed.

The video shows him lying in bed in his room in Baldr's welcome hall, propped up against the headboard with pillows. He is missing his trademark cape and scarf. The reason is apparent as the gills on either side of his neck flutter with each quick, rasping breath that he sucks in between coughing fits that leave him weaker and weaker.]

So. This vaccine.

Wwhen exactly wwill it be made avvailable? An' howw much is it goin' to cost to get it delivvered?

[In his experience, everything has a price.]

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[Blood red eyes. They're bloodshot. They're all that's visible in the feed that comes through. The voice on the other end is cracked, guttural and sounds like it's been speaking way too much in the last few days. It is close to a growl.

She's been dosing herself with stimulants and is downing another one as she speaks. She's fairly sure it's the last one she'll be able to take before they just stop working and so does she in a few hours.]

Fuck. You.
Wheelbarrow.
Coming with it.
Hauling you to the fucking hospital.
Fight me and I will kick your sickly ass.

You are NOT infecting all Baldr House on my watch, you idiot. I swear to god, I am not your babysitter you motherfucker, but I will babysit you today, just for the honor and fucking privilege of listening to you fucking squack in that damned wheelbarrow.

You've got a few minutes while I find one. Insult the others who call you an idiot while I'm on my way. That should amuse you.

[click]

[Oh Gog. Gog, no. Glub. Eridan does squawk at the video that pops up, practically diving under the covers. He peeks out from the comforter, glaring at the video feed with bloodshot eyes. When he speaks, it's interrupted by coughing, his voice raspy and almost gone.]

Stay the fuck awway from me, you harpy! I'm not infectin' anyone. I don't evven plan on leavvin' my hovvel of a room until this is all ovver!

Just leavve the medicine outside an' get lost, wwench! I don't need anyone's help, especially from a no account wwitch like you!

[Besides, he was pretty sure there were rules against showing any weakness to his kismesis. Or possible kismesis. Or rival or the person he hated most in the world. Whatever they wanted to label their messed up little hate-flirting.]

[There wasn't any reply, and for a while it might have seemed like she wasn't going to even show. After all, they'd just gotten the first batches ready, and she had people she was giving them to as she walked the streets on her way to Baldr house. Eridan had plenty of time to figure out how to figure out how he was going to show no weakness to her.

Because eventually someone was pounding at the door and shouting.]

Open up you damned kuncklehead! Don't make me pick the fucking lock!

[And he had at least gotten his cape and scarf back on before he passed out again, too weak to leave the bed, let alone try to figure out a plan of action.

Eridan growled at the door's general direction, struggling to his feet and clinging to the bedpost when the world started spinning around him.]

You're not my moirail, Sam! Leavve me alone! Just leavve the medicine outside an' I'll get it wwhen I damn wwell please!

I'm gettin' better anywway. [Which was a dirty lie.]

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[She growled and extended a pair of talons after a dull thump came just outside of the door. There was the sound of someone jimmying with the lock, trying to twist it. The first and second times, nothing happened. The third, it almost looked like it was starting to shift some before it snapped back and a loud curse could be heard.]

You're damned right I'm not your moirail! [Whatever that really meant anyway. Bloody feferi had only explained it a little to her tastes.] I'm not here to babysit you. I'm here to drag you out like the idiot scale for brains you are and cart you right in front of the city on your way to the hospital.

..right after I jab you with this ampule. I'd get dressed if I were you. I will get in sooner or later!

[Another attempt, failed, to jimmy the lock.]

Just leavve the ampule outside the door, you wwitch, an' I wwon't be forced to... [His body is racked by another coughing fit.] --to hurt you.

[Eridan is dressed, but his clothing clings to him, damp from perspiration. His fever is still raging, but he keeps the cloak and scarf messily wrapped around him like a combination shield and blanket.

He eyes the turning doorknob, letting out a groan of disagreement. But there is still the dresser that had been dragged half in front of it to create a barricade. Even if she managed to pick the lock, she wouldn't be able to get through. Of course, he wasn't sure how he was going to move it to get the vaccine now that he was barely strong enough to stand.]

I'm not goin' to let you fuckin' drag me anywwhere, let alone embarrass myself in front of a bunch a' strange humans.

[She went for tools. A pair of bobby pins with the bulbs off. It took some serious effort but finally there was a sound of victory from the other end of the door.]

You can kick my ass for this tomorrow you walking headache! I swear to god, you are the biggest pain in my...

...

DID YOU SERIOUSLY DRAG SOMETHING IN FRONT OF THE DOOR!

[She could feel a bit of sweat and part of her knew that she wasn't going to be good for much else after she was through with this. Her next words were a low growl.]

Eridan, do NOT make me make you do this.

Sam, first a' all, you can't make me do anythin' I don't wwant--want to. Second a' all... [He pauses to gulp in a breath, wheezing.] you can just wwalk awway. Pretend you nevver saww my message. You don't havve to do anythin'.

Wwe're not moirails, hell wwe're not evven friends!

[Eridan stumbles across the room, leaning heavily against the door and slumping to sit on the floor, head against his knees. His head is pounding, his bloodpusher racing, and a burning ache had begun to spread throughout his body.]

You're wrong. One look through this keyhole, one glimpse of the littlest bit of your sorry ass, and I can make you do whatever I want you to do. You're nothing but a puppet waiting for me to pull your strings.

[He kept stressing Morails. It was infuriating. This wasn't about that. It was about the fact that he was being a nuisance and irritating her and she ...

God damned fucking emotions.]

You are not dying of some fucking disease, do you hear me? Don't push the door closed. There's someone slipping something in for you, you moron.

[She pushed with her back to open a crack and slip the ampule into the room through the door and pull her hand back.]

Thanks. Go on, take care of the others.

Look, Eridan, you are not allowed to get beaten by a disease, damnit. Do you hear me? I'm fucking carting you around in a wheelbarrow one of these days, but if I hear you let this thing beat you, I'll never forgive you. Am. I. Clear?

Fuckin' wwitch. Don't lie to me about your non-existent wweird wwitchy powwers.

[He leans forward, letting the door crack open again.]

...Sam. You havve to swwear on your fuckin' life that this isn't some trick.

[He pauses, taking a deep breath.]

This hospital thing. It's not just some plot to cull--fuck, it's hard to explain. An' I sound insane, but I don't care if you hate my vviolet guts. Just fuckin' promise me.

[Oh Eridan...

It didn't sound crazy at all, not to her. Painwheel worked for her, after all, and she had her own issues.]

Nobody hurts you but me, and I'm not going to cull you. If I were to let you get killed that easily we couldn't have fun down the road, and I'm not finished with you.

[She was slumped against the door too. God, she was exhausted, and this was not what she'd expected to hear.]

Take the Eridan. I may hate your fucking violet guts, but I want to still be hating those guts tomorrow. I promise you.

...

Kismesis.

[She shuddered. She didn't like those words. They sounded artificial, wrong. But they were his language too, and she knew just enough about it to know that it would clarify that she wasn't out to kill him.]

... You mean that, don't you?

[Eridan sounds incredulous, and surprisingly self-conscious.

He looks between the ampule and the dresser before leaning all his bodyweight onto the piece of furniture, shoving it just enough to get the door open half-way.]

You better keep your fuckin' promises.

[She slid to the side and pushed the door aside, keeping her face mask in place. The smell of someone who'd been burning up with the fever alone for days wasn't something she wanted. She took her own ampule and jabbed it into her arm before reaching out and using her power to take command of his arm as soon as she could seem some of him.

It would be a simple matter if he was weak enough, hopefully, to make him do the same. Get the medicine into his system.]

I always keep my promises. And don't you lie to yourself and pretend I don't have evil, witchy powers troll boy. I will use them on you now and again. Got it?

Let's get you into the wheelbarrow unless you want to pretend you don't need it.

[Eridan moves like a doll, jabbing himself with the ampule, offering no resistance to her controlling his motions. He shakes his head afterwards, trying to clear it enough to be able to stand without falling over.]

Wwhatevver,. Wwe'll see wwhat you can do wwhen I'm at my full strength as soon as this--

[He coughs loudly, wiping away the dark violet blood from his lips before he nods, to himself. Eridan kneels, leaning heavily against the wall and uses the leverage to push him upward, barely able to get to his feet and not steady at all. ]

I can fuckin' wwalk. I'm not a wweak human that needs to be grubsat by a harpy like you.

[She struggled at that point. She knew roughly what a Moirail was supposed to do. She knew that she didn't want that, and that she didn't like feeling pity for him. It mucked up the desires she had and it gave her a bit of a headache. It was a hell of a lot easier when she was irritated with him to deal with him.]

You are so fucking stubborn, you know that? Fine. Follow me.

You fucking owe me dinner for this shit, do you hear me? I'm not your damned bab...grubsitter. I'm your fucking harpy, and you had better not forget it.

[God, all she wanted to do was just fall asleep, but she couldn't let him see that. This was awkward enough as she got up and started to walk, only casting a glance to make sure he'd followed.]

[And Eridan wasn't going to let her treat him like a moirail or even a friend. It hurt his chest in a way that reminded him too much of Feferi. And no one wanted a repeat of what happened there.]

Wwe'll fuckin' talk about wwhat I owwe you an' more importantly wwhat you owwe me, later.

[He only makes it a few steps away from the support of the door before he stumbles to his knees, chest heaving for breath. He tugs the scarf and cape from around his neck, gills twitching, as he slumps against the wheelbarrow.

This is completely undignified and he knows it and everything in him is screaming against asking for help, but--]

You had better not fuckin' hold this ovver my head, harpy. I can wwalk, I'm just indulgin' you.

[This was as much a headache as an actual relationship in its way. She reached up and gripped her forehead before sighing and then turning. Walking back, she grabbed the wheelbarrow handles and nodded.]

I can deal with that. I'll spare you the town crier routine. I'd rather not strain my voice over the likes of you. [Besides her voice was a bit tired already.]

Well, come on fin-rot. We're not going to get this whole nonsense over with just standing here like lumps.

[That's because, at least in his mind, it is an actual relationship.]

It's not as if you evver stop talkin', harpy, so wwhat else wwould be neww?

[Eridan does what he's told though, crawling into the wheelbarrow with what's left of his dignity, wrapping his cloak around him as he shivers.]

I hope you knoww I'm givvin' you the exact same hospitality if evver you're on Death's hivve entrance.

That's how this works, yep. By the way, Mister Pot, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Kettle. He's also of an ebon hue. Don't you worry about me. I can damned well take care of myself.

[She took started walking, pushing him along and grumbling the whole way. Just getting him out of the house was going to be a pain in the ass. Samantha grunted, thinking to herself that she'd never actually expected this sort of thing to be this much work.]

An' I can take care a' myself, too, Kettle or Pot or wwhatevver the fuck metaphor you're failin' at usin'. I didn't need you burstin' into my hivve, an' playin' ovverprotectivve lusus.

Ain't like wwe can actually die here. Not for real.

[Eridan grumbles as well, unfastening the cape from around his neck and unraveling the scarf. He's actually hot, a sign of his days' long fever ending.]

[She carted him along with her own set of grumbling, muttering all the way.]

Dying's Dying, even if you get dragged back from the dead. Trust me. But I don't care either way. That doesn't change the rule just because it's not real. You go for the jugular and all bets are off.

I want to see you squirming in one piece, fin-face.

[Did she just flick a finger at the back of one of those fins? She wasn't sure if this place really did change the rules with this, but she wanted to make sure this was clear. She was not getting into some screwed up death thing. Her life was sufficiently screwed up as it stood.]

[Eridan flinches as she flicks him, growling up at her. He blinks, tilting his head up at Sam, honestly confused by her words.]

First a' all, don't get the wwrong impression, but yeah, I wwant you in one piece, too. If only so I can continue to terrorize your evvery fuckin' wakin' moment.

Second a' all, I thought we couldn't die. I mean, that's wwhat I wwas told, at least.

[And now he wonders just what other misconceptions he's laboring under.]

[She rolled her eyes and laughed.]

You'll only get your chance when I'm not right in your face making your life a living hell. Got it? As for death, you can die just as easily as anywhere else, but they'll bring you back to life. Least, that's what I've figured out.

You, though... regeneration kinda changes that. I can cheat a little with you because you grow back more.

Oh... I didn't--no wwonder evveryone is wworried about this fuckin' wweird plague thing. I just thought you wwere fuckin' ovverreactin' like normal.

[Eridan's face colors violet, and it's not from the breaking fever. He was almost embarrassed about misunderstanding something as important as that.]

Not like anyone fuckin' told me anythin' anywway.

Guess I'll havve to work at those stupid wwitch-y powwers then. An' here I thought they'd be completely useless.

[That blush made her grin take on a look that wasn't entirely different from the ones he'd seen when she'd been crazy. Her eyes weren't quite as wild and her voice didn't have that aggressive, sultry side to it. However, she was looking down at his sickly ass with a fairly... hungry look.

It wasn't entirely unlike the way Kanaya looked on occasion.]

Oh... you're going to get plenty of use of those witchy powers of yours. I promise you that. Compared to you, I'm porcelain that could shatter at any moment, and I don't break easily. You?

I... want to see just how much of a tolerance for this you really have one of these days, purple-blood.

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