Luciel woke up, yawning and
stretching his arms. He ran a hand through his hair, tiredly
looking around the room while he tried to figure out where he was
before realizing that he was on the floor in his room.
He glanced at the food dish, seeing that the Skitmin had eaten a
little of it. He got up, stretching again, this time arched his
back, hearing his spine crack a few times. He let out a sigh,
feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly leave his joints.
*Kid slowly started to wake up, rubbing their head*
KID:..grk... i feel asleep? *you stare at Glich sleeping*
heh...
*The skitmin woke up again and went straight for the water bowl,
lapping up the water quickly*
With another sleepy yawn Luciel
went to the kitchen absentmindedly, looking for something to make
for breakfast since he felt hungry. It somehow slipped his mind
that he could only eat souls without getting sick. So, despite that
fact he had gotten out some pancake mix and the other ingredients
to make a nice breakfast.
He was humming to himself softly as he whisked together the
contents of a bowl, seeming to be in a good mood despite having
just woke up. He had also, before beginning to make pancakes,
started up a pot of coffee, since it was one of the very few things
he could actually consume without issue.
*Kid got up and went back to their room, not noticing that Luciel
was already in the kitchen. The skitmin dashed down the stairs and
went straight for Glich, jumping on them and curling up next to
them to take another nap, Glich didn’t wake up.*
He heard the small paws rapidly
padding through the house. He glanced out into the living room to
see the Skitmin on the couch next to Glich. He gave a small smile
and went back to preparing breakfast.
He finished mixing the batter and moved on to preparing the rest of
the meal, heating up and greasing a few pans.
I haven't been able to focus on this
as much lately, but I'm going to try and keep up with things.
<3
*You open the door and walked in*
KID:...*sigh* i guess I gotta clean up this... dust..... *you grip
onto you elbow tightly* heh.... ya know... I wonder what would have
happened... if you fought back Time... I know you aren’t a fighter
but... if you don’t fight back it will only get you killed..
*Glich was ineffective by the cat sleeping on top of them, nor did
they budge. A coma like state they were in. The skitmin keeps
budging Glich to get them up, nothing worked*
Luciel hummed to himself,
making pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon, and fruit
salad. He wanted to at least try and make up for what he had done.
Even if he was already forgiven.
He checked up on Glich while the last batch was cooking. He knelt
by the couch, seeing the Skitmin nudging Glich. "Hmm... That
doesn't seem to be working friend." He said, giving the Skitmin
some gentle scratches.
*the skitmin likes the gentle scratches, but then it continued to
push Glich to get them up. Before deciding the back up and run
towards them, pushing Glich off the couch. The skitmin just
stared.. worried that it did something bad*
Luciel's eyes widened, and he
was thankful for having fast reflexes, catching Glich before they
hit the floor. He glared at the Skitmin and growled. "No.
Never do that again."
He set Glich back on the couch, and attempted to figure out why
they were unconscious for so long. "... They should have been up by
now. This is worse than I thought..." he said
quietly.
*The skitmin wats flatten down and then back away. Glich continues
to breathe through their mouth. They aren’t burning up or anything.
At some points you can see Glich’s hands clenched up*
KID:that should do it... the.. dust is in a small pouch... *you
took and the locket* just like old times.... we use to play on the
surface.... *you place the locket around your neck and hid it under
the scarf* I should probably get back downstairs...
He took a small book out of his
pocket, one he kept notes about medical issues in. He read through,
hoping he had encountered this before but found nothing remotely
similar to what was happening.
He let out a worried sigh, looking back up at the Skitmin. "You did
this." He said softly. "You're the reason they aren't awake yet."
He felt his anger rise slightly but mostly he felt a pang of
sadness.
'If I hadn't brought you here with me... None of this would have
happened...'
Luciel got up to go fetch a
blanket for Glich, as well as his spellbook and a satchel full of
herbs, spices, and stones. "I don't know what I was thinking...
Bringing that thing here..." He muttered to himself
angrily.
No one would know but his anger was mostly directed towards himself
rather than anyone else...
*Glich slowly stopped shivering as they clenched onto their own
arm. Holding it tightly, as if it’s trying to hurt themselves in
their coma like sleep.*
Glich:...h-h........u....rt.......
*Glich clenched it more tightly*
Luciel found his things and
returned, feeling a bit more that a little alarmed at what he
found. He set his things down and knelt next to Glich, looking for
any obvious causes or issues that might elicit such a reaction.
"Hey... hey. It's alright. I'm here to help." He said softly,
placing a hand on their forehead to check if the fever had
returned.
*Glich wasn’t burning up too much, the right side of the face
wasn’t oozing, but their cheeks began to turn red.*
Glich:I-t....... h......u....r....ts.......
*Glich continued to clench onto their arm tightly before taking
damage from it* [-2]
*Glich tries to open their eyes but closed it quickly due to the
brightness*
"What hurts?" he asked, gently
trying to pry Glich's hand off of their arm to prevent further
harm, setting it on his instead in an attempt to take the damage
instead.
"I'm here to help. I just need to know how." He said softly,
feeling guilty about the whole situation.
*Glich’s hands were ice cold when you first felt them, they loosen
their grip as they started to curl up repeatedly saying “It hurts”
about 3-5 times before stop saying anything. No further movement
were seen after that.*
He let out a frustrated sigh.
'I need to go find KID. They'll know more than I do...
right?' He thought, getting up to go find them. He left his bag
and book on the coffee table while he went
searching.
*Glich made no other movements but just breathing. KID was reading
a book from G’s room, in hoping to find any information they can
use to help Glich. Upon stumbling G’s entry journal, they decided
to read it, to see if there was any other point in time it happened
again or they seen it.*