#cdwalker

Lark burst into the clinic doors and slammed the door behind him, panting urgently. There was no chance he was the first person to get blood all over the doorknob, but- wow, there was some chance he WOULD be the last, huh? Maybe. Could be that Charlie would still get a few more fucked up patients before the big move, but maybe not! Really makes you think, as you bleed all over the place.

"Charlie? Y'ain't moved yet, righ'?" Had to catch his breath before speaking, and his voice was strained. Fuck, he was TiREd. He was tired he was TIRED he was FUCKING TIRED. Adrenaline was keeping him upright, but he was so fucking tired. He had blood running down his face and continually threatening to get in his fucking eyes. "...Y'got any juice?"

[txt] You better start talking specifics, she only has so much blood in her!

You know, Falcata wasn't even sure they knew their own address, so even if they'd regretted rejecting the help of that doctor, it wasn't like they could do anything about it. The day they'd moved everything from the condo down to this townhome style affair had been a blur, pure exhaustion and irritation at being required to do the work in their condition. They hadn't left the house since. Started feeling worse.

It wasn't a bad place to be stuck. Their bedroom window opened onto an alleyway full of potted plants, topiaries, whatever, that lent privacy, but didn't block the scent of a nearby bakery in the morning.

It was later now, so no hunger-inducing smells, just the regret of having left the window open. They'd opened it earlier to get some air when they'd first started struggling to breathe, and now breathing was even HARDER, but they were also cold. And hot. But mostly cold.

Oh. Hm. Well, Lake is certifiably not a doctor. But he did just hear Charlie call a guy a hypochondriac right in front of him. Hrm.

He opened up a panel in his arm, printing out a narrow strip of paper much like a shopping receipt. Handed it to the selkie. "Here's my phone number. Go buy yourself some gatorade or pedialyte, make sure you stay hydrated, and if you still feel unwell by morning, feel free to call me and I'll bully this lizard into bringing out the big guns. Medically speaking. There's nothin' you could have with your symptoms that will kill you over night."

"I can show you a real unsexy fish that I caught myself for dinner if that'll help."

Taika had been sticking close to Falcata’s side, but…well, Fal had been mostly sleeping or resting and. A little. Unfriendly. So.

Last night she had gone out for groceries and made the pie!

Taika cut a small slice and bumped the plate into Charlie’s hand. “This is my first time making it, so don’t be afraid to say so if it’s no good. I think it’s pretty good, but I’ll eat anything.”

In fact, she’ll give herself another sliver of it right now. Hell yeah pie. Swallowed quick though to add. “That doesn’t answer my question! Do you LIKE hugs? You’re my sibling’s dad, so you’re basically my father in law, and that means we have to have our awkward in-law hugs eventually.”

Eugh, it could be worse.

[Herv winced at the pain behind his eyes but worked on cleaning the blood from his face. At least his ears weren't bleeding anymore from practicing. Instead of focusing on the memories he already copied, though...perhaps he should move onto newer subjects?

He could think of someone who could be interested, maybe.

Anyone was better than using Phineas, though. The less he knew about that creep's past, the better.

Did he still have Charlie's number? He chewed on his lip before sending a text.]

[txt] hey it's schtein

[txt] how's the portal situation?