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    (Okay, so instead of waiting for the medics perhaps they just take him back to their place. He's pretty much left immobile by his fever.)

    "I c-can't be caught. Please, don't let them take me." He grabbed Elaine's arm. He stared deeply into her eyes, trying to convey that waiting for the paramedics to appear was not a good idea for him. However, it was hard to maintain focus while being sick. The spell had helped a little, but he was still in condition to be by himself.

    "...We take him with us!"


    Tristan and Elaine shared a flat closest to the university. They could bring the elven boy there to, hopefully, recover. The guard moved to lift the other male back onto his feet. Slinging an arm over his shoulder. "Elaine, I want you to grab his other side." While he was technically ordering her, it wasn't as harsh as one might expect. He just used a firm tone.

    Elaine was already on helping the elf up. She got his other side, helping them back to their flat. She unlocked the door and help Tristan put him on the couch. She looked to Tristan before back to the elf.

    Ashur felt his body being lifted by two warm objects. However, his vision suddenly became blurred and... he blacked out. When the human and the hybrid brought them back to their apartment, he stirred a little but his body was completely useless. He slurred some words in elvhen that were too ineligible to even understand. However, it was probably something along the lines of 'Where am I?'

    When his body stirred, Elaine rushed to get a glass of water. She sat down in a chair next to the couch. “Hey it’s okay..” She said first off. “Tristan and I brought you back to our flat. We figured it best.. since you didn’t want to be caught. Do you want some water?” She asked kindly, glancing to Tristan. “Get some blankets too dear.. just in case.”

    From his place on a sofa, Tristan stood up and nodded. Heading off into the next room to find and bring back some towels. He was relieved Ashur hadn't died on them. Not only would it have looked suspicious, most of all, Tristan could've let someone die. And he wouldn't allow that.

    Ashur simply nodded at the request for water. He tried shifting upward on the couch, but his body failed him yet again. These people were nice enough to not let me be murdered, on top of that they also didn't arrest me. "I-I don't want to inconvenience you anymore." He managed to say fully, but his words came out a little too slurred.

    Ashur fell back, allowing his body to be pressed against the fabric. "I..." He wasn't sure what he should say. "Thank you." He mustered before another wave of nausea hit him.