Sick Hemlock, Dex attempting to help in his own way, part 2
Hemlock who is laying sprawled out over the bed and acting like he is dying. But for someone who is supposedly close to leaving this world... He sure has a lot to talk about. How his body is aching worse than that time he jumped out from the Encore's balcony, and fell 10 floors before landing on a car. That he is feeling dizzy and tired and like someone has filled his veins with liquid metal. Dex who is sighing, but glad that the man isn't wandering around and being a pain in the butt, so he doesn't have to get Hemlock back to the bed by using violence. "I see the light... This is it... It's all over..." Dex sighs loudly when he hears Hemlock's rough voice muttering that, and just glances at him with a tired expression. "No, you dumb s###. The lamp is on, genius. You're not going to die, unless you continue being an idiot." Says Dex in a irritated tone to Hemlock who turns his head towards the edgy man's voice. "Oh.. Then smack it down with a discoball! It's ####ing bright... !" Dex in other hand has another idea as he just picks up one t-shirt that is laying on the floor, and simply drops it over Hemlock's jar, so it covers it. "There, problem solved." The cyborg says, with a small hint of amusement in his voice. The reaction he expected doesn't happen though, as Hemlock gets all quiet, and still on the bed. It is soon followed by a gasp. "Wow... It worked... !" Hemlock is impressed in his fevery state. Dex sighs again and is trying to not start to clean up in the messy room. He is not good with handling too much clutter and chaos after all. "Just lay there, stay in the bed and frigging rest. You're sick as ####." He turns his heels and is about to leave the room when he hears Hemlock mumbling something. "... Hey... Edgelord...?" Dex finds himself stop moving, not turning around to face the rebel punk, but he is listening. "What...?" He then feels a grip around his wrist, not a firm one, but enough to make him freeze on the spot. "... Stay..." The cyborg's eyes widens a bit, about to hiss irritated at Hemlock, yet he doesn't. Instead he sighs, the irritation and usual habit of retort back at the rebel fades away. "Fine..." Cue to poor Dex having to sit on the floor first since Hemlock is not letting go of his wrist until he has enough and scolds him about it. Then he is able to be more comfortable on a chair instead. And Hemlock is still laying in the same pose on the bed. Miserable, on bis back, body covered by the blankets, and the T-shirt over the jar. He is still sick, now and then complaining over he feels. But despite all of it, being babbly and still a bit like his usual self is Dex actually staying there. Even though he is disgusted over the mess in the room. That Hemlock talks A LOT and can't shut up despite being sick, and half of it being fever-talk, is it something that makes him not able to leave. "Idiot-skull." But Dex says it with less sharpness than usual.
