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    I wasn't going to hAVE SYLF SHOW UP FOR A WEEK IN THEIR TIME SO I COULD HAVE FUN WITH RABID AZZY]]


    Glassy eyes drifted open as Azzy let out a deep growl at being bound down.

    Regsu sat on the side of the room opposite of the bed and started shaking again, yellow eyes wide when Azzy's growl started.

    "I'll do it myssself, then." he growled. He tried to summon his signature silver flames, but weak light only flickered and went out, and his head hit the bed again, eyes half shut He was too weak to even bring on a bit of fire.

    "I told you not to move, Azzy. You try t-to b-break free again, and I- ... I'll jussst knock y-you out," Regsu stuttered, reaching for a big rock.

    "Go ahead." something flickered in is eyes that said those words were more of a plea than a challenge. He gritted his teeth as the initial effects began to wear off, leaving pain to thrum through him.

    Regsu went to do it, but... couldn't hit him.


    He sighed painfully, dropped the glowing rock, and left the room. He came back with the medication that Mythel had given Sylf... that stuff that turned a limeblood's blood cold. Only, Regsu had it in the form of an injection, which he gave to Azzy.


    It might have made limebloods colder, but it just kinda knocked out anyone with a different blood type.


    Regsu dropped the needle and sat on the floor next to the bed.

    Azmarathnien shuddered before his eyes drifted shut. His face was already pale, and he almost looked like just touching him would cause him to shatter like glass.

    Regsu wrapped his arms around himself and started sobbing. He couldn't help but cry. He knew the pain and suffering of this disease. The madness. Murder.


    And now the love of his life had to deal with it all. The starvation but not being able to swallow food because it all tasted poisoned. The bubbling saliva tainted all water. Fangs aching and feeling like they were all just going to fall out and leave your mouth bleeding and bare.


    He thought he'd escaped it. But here it was again, like an old wound that never really healed being re-opened. Regsu wanted to hide from his own mate and never come out.

    Regsu reached up to begin to unbind him, hands anything but steady. But he just as quickly drew that hand back.


    He sat back against the side of the bed again, curled up with his knees to his chest; waiting for Azzy to wake back up, and at the same time not wanting him to.

    Regsu gulped, "H-hi Azzy..." he tried quietly, loud enough to hear him.


    "Feeling better?" it was a moot question, but he asked it anyways.

    "O-oh... w-well, I-I-I c-can, um... g-get you sssome p-pain me-med-icationsss..."


    Regsu knew from experience those wouldn't work. He was just trying to give Azzy some empathy, having obviously been through this before.