(Heart managed to move away from the window and eventually stood. They try to wipe off some of the green stains on their clothing to no avail, not even a little. He doesn't even bother with the leaves and twigs.) (After a moment of looking around his room, his attention turns to the door. They wonder if the other two are here, with them... disappearing, for who knows how long. He can go looking, can't he?) (A few seconds of hesitance later, he approaches the door and opens it, stepping out into the hall. Fog still clings to his thoughts and he hardly knows how he ends up in the living room. But Mind is here. So at least one of them is here.) (Words don't come, so they just approach. Usually one to walk quietly, they try to make their steps heard this time.)
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*Mind whips around like he just heard a ghost, as if Soul was behind him, but realized it was just Heart. A small heart attack if you will. *
Oh, it's you. Look you need to take this very seriously. Do you know..any doctor or anyone who knows medicine at all?
(He froze when Mind whipped around so fast, but relaxes after a second or two.) (They tilt their head, confused, but do seem to think about the question.) "None I can think of? Not right now at least..." (He runs a hand through his hair, like it would wipe away the fogginess as well. One leaf comes free from his hair.) "W- Why? Did something happen while I was.." (He pauses, thinking of a word.) "Away?" (They sound unsure of their choice in word, but try not to let that dwell. This does seem serious, asking about doctors and all.)
*He mutters under his breath.*
Useless
*No time to get help.*
Ok fine, you're going to help me with this then.
*He drags Heart over to the bathroom to reveal a mangled Soul in the bathtub.*
(They frown at his mumbling. But before they can comment, they're grabbed and dragged off.) "Wh- Huh? Help you with what? What's going o-" (And then they reach the bathroom. Both Mind and Soul are home it seems! But... He didn't want it to be like this. How long was he gone? When did this happen? How? What? Why?) "Wh- What the fuck.. How- What? Mind, what- What's going on?" (He feels sick.)
I don't know, Soul was being stupid I assumed. Ugh
*Mind is also getting sick from the sight as it seems that Soul has changed a bit more since he last saw them.*
Just.. try to help me figure out what's happening to him.
*He take small step closer, reluctant to do, but it has to be done. Even though he still isn't close enough to get a good look.*
{Cracks in the skin bleed and leak pus, limbs stretched out unnaturally with the keratin formations beginning to grow over his hands like claws. There are still wheezing breaths, but they're sparse and quiet. The color of the sky outside is slowly beginning to dim.}
{Blood and bodily fluids pool on the bathroom floor, slowly inching through the gaps between the tiles to end up at the duo's feet, an ibuprofen pill floating in the gore.}
{Their knees look broken and twisted unnaturally. Bits of bone show through where the skin and muscle was pulled too taut. The ibuprofen did not save them.}
{His eyes are cracked open, with only darkened and reddened scleras showing, the irises rolled back into his skull.}
(The sight is disgusting, sickening. Heart takes a step back and covers his eyes with his head wings.) "I- I don't want to do this. Wh- Whatever happened was something bad. I don't- I can't help, I don't know how anyone could help with this- Or figure it out or-"
(He takes another step away. What the fuck is this? What is any of this? They didn't expect this to be what they came back to. And their brain still feels so foggy. He doesn't want Soul to die or hurt, but he can't help with this. And he's scared.)
What- *gag* else can we do? We can't just leave them here to die.
*He covers his mouth and nose with his hand, wanting to cover his whole face in fear of contamination. What if this stuff was infectious, what if he was already infected with this horrifying disease. What if-?*
NO, no, nonono.
*He shuffles back to the doorway, thoughts of the same thing happening to himself plague his head.*
Ha-Hazmat suit, yea. I need a hazmat suit.
I'm going to, find, something to, make one. Right.
*He then scurries off to grab anything that could help him.*
(They take a moment too long to respond, and Mind is already starting to run off.) "W- Wait, don't just leave me here-" (He uncovers his eye and reaches out uselessly to grab Mind's shirt or arm or something. He misses. And now he's alone with... with Soul.) (Heart very slowly looks back over at the scene. They feel so, so sick. He doesn't know if something like this can be fixed. He shouldn't have left. They don't even remember leaving. But they clearly did. And now he's ended up in the middle of something awful.) (He carefully steps forward, tense and scared and disgusted and. And a lot. Just a lot.) "S- Soul? Are you- Are you even still... here?" (Their voice cracks against their will. The consequences of emotion.) (He feels bad when he can't help but cover his eye back up with the wing. He can't look at this. But he does step a little closer, and press themself against a wall closer to the tub.) (Their voice is quiet when they speak again.) "I won't leave again.. I shouldn't have before, I just... I don't know. If I caused this I'm.. sorry."
*Face mask, latex gloves, heck trash bags to cover the rest of his body. Tape to all together. Ok this feels good.*
*In a minute too long, Mind returns.*
Ok, I, uh, I think this is good enough.
*The trash bag man walks in like he's about to preform surgery. Half hoping the intrusive thoughts won't take over his head. Because the other half is already spiraling.*
*He takes a step. Another. Slowly but surely making his way over to Soul. Definitely getting farther than last time.*
(Maybe in any other situation seeing Mind with trash bags taped to himself would have been almost comical. But it could never be in this situation. And they probably wouldn't poke too much fun if they knew about the cause being intrusive in nature.) (Heart instead nods. Confused, but nods. Though he does reason that Soul.. looks gross, as bad as that feels to say when Soul is in the state it's in. So maybe the protection is warranted. Feels too late for them to get any, they think they're already standing in blood.) "Y- Yeah, looks good," (his voice is still quieter. There's a pause.) "What do we even do..?"
*Mind glances at Heart for a moment, not too sure how to answer at first.*
We should, uh, just see what's going on. Examine it, see if there's anything we can do to stop this.
*He inches closer, closer. Now close enough to really absorb all his senses into Soul's condition. He wants to gag.*
*It's gross all over, it needs to be cleaned first.*
Ok, Heart, I need you to get me some isopropyl alcohol and a rag from my room.
*He still has that kind of commanding tone to him, with the slight hint of fear in his breath.*
