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Amos Burton ([personal profile] tumang) wrote2018-04-27 12:12 pm

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donkeyballs: (what the hell...?)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-15 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alex watches him, grim as hell, trying not to look at the spot on the floor that's still stained from where he lay. When Amos finally finishes and turns back to him, he lets out a hard breath. ]

Amos - I'm dead. That ain't - I didn't think I could survive it, and that's because I didn't. I checked. I was out seven god damn hours Amos, and I didn't breathe once, and you saw how bad it --

[ He was starting to panic again, he could feel it, his heart rate spiking abruptly, the sick feeling curling in his stomach, itching at his throat. ]

I ain't crazy - it fucking happened, Amos--
donkeyballs: (chewin on a toothpick)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-15 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He grabs Amos' wrist automatically, but not to stop him from checking his pulse. More to just reassure himself that Amos was there and whole. To ground himself. ]

But I shouldn't be. You saw it. I just - I filled out like someone blowin' up a damn balloon. That shouldn't be possible. So what the hell is it? Am I - Hell, am I infected with something, or - or am I some sort of --

[ He cut off, trying to swallow down the bile that threatened to rise. ]

What the hell happened to me?
donkeyballs: (wait say that again)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-15 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. Yeah, it's what he's thinking of. How can he not?

He just keeps picturing Julie's room in the Blue Falcon and wanting to throw up again. ]


How the hell do we know? It works different every damn time. [ He feels sick, he feels sick and he's wavering a little, even with Amos' fingers still pressed into his throat. When the man pulls back, Alex lets his own hand drop.

He gives Amos a worried glance. ]


You think I might be - [ He can't find a word for what Clara is. He tries again. ] You think my blood would do the same thing?
donkeyballs: (that ain't right)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-17 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a breath. Stasis. Whatever the hell that means. ]

I'll - I'll talk to 'er.

[ He swallows, nodding, not so much because he fully believes what Amos is saying so much as that he needs to believe it. ]

I feel like me.

[ He took a breath, then met Amos' eye and held his gaze, firmly. ]

But I need you to promise me somethin'.
donkeyballs: (i'm thinkin')

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-17 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The relief washes through him, leaving him tired in its wake. It should bother him, that Amos's assurance makes him feel better. But it doesn't. He knows he can trust Amos, with this. Knows that unlike Naomi, or Prax, or probably even Bobbie - he won't hesitate. ]

Before I - Before anyone else gets hurt, alright?
donkeyballs: (oh lord what now)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-06-21 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
... Thanks, brother.

[ And however morbid it may be - he really is. ]