"For your own sake, I'm cutting you off your caffeine supply." + MestLu
"For your own sake,I'm cutting you off your caffeine supply."
Lucy had never imagined that those wouldbecome her famous last words. Ok maybenot… last, but at least ones she now regretted a great deal.
In her defense, they were wellwarranted. Mest had stayed up a few toomany nights in a row at the guild hall, zealously researching something in the archivesthere. In the process consuming far morecaffeine than any one human should in such a short time frame. So not only was he hyped up on lack of sleep,he was also cruising with enough pharmaceutical grade caffeine in his system todown a Vulcan (how Mest had even procured the stuff was half a mystery byitself). So Lucy had had no choice butto declare him cut off, and dispose of his stash. Wendy was beside herself with worry, and Lucywouldn’t allow Mest’s bad health decisions to affect her teammate. Whatever had piqued his insatiable curiosityto that extent could just wait for him to be of sound mind once more (and notbe a literal terror to his guildmates).
Mest had not taken this too well. But the second he attempted to do somethingabout it, he’d collapsed on the spot and had to be carted to the infirmary.
And now, thanks to that, she was sittingby the man’s bedside, two days later, wracked with guilt. Not for having taken away Mest’s caffeine,no. She felt guilty for not having doneso sooner. Before it got to this point.
Wendy had assured her (multiple times)that he would be fine once he slept it off and she had him on a drip to preventdehydration and vitamin deficiency and, “really why are you still worrying,Lucy, it could have been much worse."
But the celestial mage couldn’t seem tohelp but be concerned. She kept tellingherself that she’d feel this way for any of her guildmates, but it felt alittle hollow in her more honest moments with herself.
Was it because she blamed herself for notnoticing earlier and acting on her concern? Really, it wasn’t a secret that Mest could be singularly reckless in hisquest for knowledge, and Lucy knew full well the extents he was capable of andwilling to go to (Wendy’s recounting of how he’d once swum in a freezing canalduring a snowstorm had Lucy in cold sweats).
The man’s curiosity was like a ravenousbeast, Lucy thought. It would devour himwhole one day. And she couldn’t help butwonder if it was a side effect from wiping his own memories, his brainfeverishly trying to fill the void left behind and ultimately unable to slakehis hunger for the world.
Watching over him, Lucy resolved to makesure that that outcome would never come to be. Itwas altogether too much like how she once was – trapped in the confines of herhouse with naught but books and rumors of the outside world to sate her ownstarving mind.
She’d help him, like she should’vebefore. She’d help him to quiet hisunquenchable thirst, or at the very least make it easier to restrain orcircumvent.
Once he woke up, she would.