Wha... Oh no...
Ted, wake up- did you hear that? From the... the main med bay. Sounds like... singing.
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*Ted startles awake, and listens for a moment.* ...fuck.
I’m scared... what do we do, Ted? *He curled closer, shaking and afraid*
*Ted pulls him closer, kissing his forehead. His brain is processing stuff at 10x the normal speed, trying to think of a way to get them out.* Just breathe, hon. I, uh. *He glances around the room, and lays eyes on a closet.* I need to go check the closet, Hen’s usually got some sort of weapons stashed.
Yeah, okay... Okay. *He’s breathing very quickly, clinging to Ted’s arms*
Hey. *he looks directly into Warner’s eyes, cupping his cheeks.* I will not let anything at all happen to you, okay? You’re safe. Try to breathe, baby, for me, okay? You’re okay.
*He’s trying to breathe slower, it’s not working too well* Okay, Okay... but- but what if they get you? I- I don’t want to die again, Ted...
*Ted winces, pulling him closer* They’re not gonna get either of us, I swear. I... want to stay here, but I need to go check the closet... *He doesn’t want to leave Warner, not at all, but it would be safer if he had a gun. Or at least a bat.*
Check the closet, I’ll, I’ll be okay... *He is still hyperventilating but hey*
I’ll be right back, sweetheart, please try to breathe for me, hm? *Quickly, he pulls away, sprinting over to the closet. Sure enough, when he opens it, there’s a shotgun resting on a hook, as well as a box of ammo, a pistol, and a knife.* Damn, Henry’s well prepared. *He turns back to Warner, placing the pistol and the knife of their bedside and the shotgun leaning against the table, safety on. He gets back into bed, pulling Warner into his arms.* You’re okay. You’re okay.
M’trying to breathe, Ted... *He’s failing. He sounded absolutely and viscerally terrified* Please dont let go...
I won’t, Warn, I won’t. *He was trying to hide his panic as well, for the good of Warner.*
*Paul had left the room Emma was in, and was trying to find anyone that could help. He doubted that the first person he found would be the professor, and it would probably be too late if Paul tried to find him specifically. He heard a noise from the door on his right and knocked.* Hello? Is anyone in there? *He sounded out of breath.*
Y-yeah- Warner and Ted! *He sounded terrified, but the fact that Paul was okay kind of comforted him*
Long story short- can you both come and help? It’s Emma, I- something’s really wrong, and I don’t know where the Professor is...
I- I- *He can’t respond. He was still terrified* I... heard Miss Charlotte a-and some others singing, Paul, I’m- too scared to leave the room.
Wait- *Paul took a second to process. There was so much going on and he wasn’t aware of this a second ago.* Warner? They’re not here right now, okay? So you both can get further away from them while you can- I don’t want you to be cornered.
*Ted shook his head.* Paul, I’ve gotta help out, is there any way I can get to them without them knowing?
To Charlotte and the others or to- *Paul stops, hearing quiet singing coming from the way he came.*
...shit. *Ted grabs the pistol, handing it to Paul, and takes the shotgun again, filling it with ammo. He turns back to Warner, and his face is pale. He can’t think of anything to say.*
...I- I can distract them? *is he actually sacrificing himself? My god*
No, no... *Ted’s shaking, damn his anxiety.* I’m... I can. I can hold them off, maybe I can get to Henry and get the battery. *He knows it’s practically a suicide mission, but the odds are better.* Warner, you need to stay safe, Paul, can you stay with him? Keep yourselves safe?
I- but... *He wants to say he needs to go back to Emma, make sure she's okay, but Paul recognizes her voice. She's already gone. If they checked on her now, that would put themselves at risk, and that meant Emma would have less of a chance to come back.* Yeah. Yeah, we can.
Okay. Okay, yeah. *Ted nods, leaning in and kissing Warner. For all he knows, for the last time.* I can, uh. Try to get the battery—promise me you’ll stay safe, babe? *his eyes are pleading.* Please.
Ted... I’ll try... Henry might not be in the lab, he might’ve gotten out of here. *He kissed him back, shakily going to Paul* Please, please be careful...
I’ll be careful, babe, I promise. I love you.
I love you too... What the hell, I’m a bleeding romantic... *He took his pronoun pin off and pressed it into Ted’s hand* Find me if you’re safe. And if you’re not...
I’ll be safe. I swear. *he kissed Warner one last time, before pulling away and nodding to Paul.* Wish me luck. *He takes the box of ammo, emptying it into his pocket, and loads a few rounds into his shotgun.*
*Paul nodded back.* See you in a bit. *He turns to Warner.* Where do you think we should go?
I- I don’t know, I don’t think anywhere’s safe...
Alright, well- *he looks around* how about we just start with moving away from here? Away from the singing?
Okay... *He looks like he wants to cry, he’s absolutely terrified, poor man*
Okay. *he nodded, pointing down another hallway.* Let’s go that way. Ready?
Ready... I might need your help, though.
No problem. Let me know. *Paul quickly glances back the way Ted left.* Okay, let’s go!
*He started going, quickly, even though he could hear him, hear Emma- god, why couldn’t he have had a peaceful moment? Was that too much to ask? His legs were shaking, his vision blurring- fuck. Dehydration and starvation were getting to him again* Paul-
*Paul looked back, quickly running back to keep Warner upright.* Shit, sorry- you can lean on me, I don’t mind.
O-okay, Okay... * he pretty much fell against Paul, starting to cry again*
Hey, hey... everything’s going to be fine. *He didn’t believe that himself, he was just trying to be louder than the noise behind them.* We can take breaks whenever, we’ve already gotten further away. *Paul was trying to be helpful, but he didn’t know how. He barely knew this guy, Ted would be doing a much better job than him, he should’ve been the one to go back for Emma...*
Paul, I want to look back... it’s not gonna be pretty when I look back, I can feel it... *He appreciated the comfort, even if he didn’t believe a word*
I... *As much as Paul wanted them to keep going, and as much as he knew Warner shouldn’t look back, he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it.* It’s up to you, Warner.
Okay... *He didn’t. As much as he wanted to, he knew it’d hurt him. He’d just end up trying to sacrifice himself or something if he did*
*A few seconds passed.* Take your time, but let me know when you’re ready to keep going.
I’m ready. I- It feels hard to breathe, doesn’t it? *His breath has been shallow since he got back from beanies, but it’s a lot worse now*
A little bit, yeah. *In all honesty, it was a little hard for Paul to breathe, but all telling Warner it was just him would do was make him freak out, and they were both stressed enough already. Paul kept supporting him.* Let’s keep going, then. You can keep leaning on me.
Okay... *he kept leaning on Paul as they moved, trying to keep calm* He’ll be fine... *Warner was just trying to convince himself at this point*
Ted’s got it covered. Him and Emma will be fine.
Yeah. They’ll be fine...
He’s got a gun, remember? *Right after saying that, Paul gets worried for a second, before remembering that the infection can heal wounds like that.*
Yeah- yeah! Maybe a gunshot could... snap em out of it too? *He smiled a little at paul*
It'll slow them down, at the very least. But yeah, it might!
Yeah... We just need to keep moving.
Right. Yes.
How do we even get out of this place...?
I don't know. This place is huge.
It’s like Labyrinth... haven’t we passed that med bay already?
I... I think we have, yeah. I'm not sure what to do.
Can we call someone...? I mean- someone still in here.
Yeah, sure... *Paul fished around in his pocket for his phone, pulling it out.* Who?
Uh- well- who’s still in here and... cured?
You said Charlotte isn't, could you pick out anyone else who was singing?
That girl... uh... the one that whole group of people was looking for. And those two new girls. And that nice cop, till they left... and Emma...
*Paul thought for a second.* Is there... just the Professor, then? Is he even still here? What am I thinking, it's his house, he has to be here...
I heard a transmission for an avi and Hen-Hen, so he might even be leaving too...
Then as far as I know, the only people who are here, staying here, and not infected... are us and Ted.
...Oh god. Do you think- we should go and help Ted?
...I really want to. But Ted wanted to keep you safe. You collapsed only a minute ago. I want to make sure Ted and Emma are okay, but... you should stay safe too.
*Warner nodded, after some hesitation* But Paul... I hope you realize that if they get Ted I... all bets are off on whether I’ll keep myself safe.
But if that happens, you need time to get back on your feet. You're not in a state to face them right now.
I know- I’m saying... if they got Ted, I’d want to join them too. I know I can’t face them right now.
Warner... you can't. You know we can get him back if that happens, right? And it'd be so much harder to get him- anyone, really- back if you joined them.
*He slowly nodded* it just hurts... I just found him again, why did this have to happen now?
I know. I get it. I feel the same about Emma. But we can't let them get to us like that, alright?
Okay... I just feel helpless.
We won't be if we go make sure we're ready when we need to be.
Yeah, you’re, you’re right... Who knew getting frozen to death could get rid of a lot of your stamina- I need to stop again.
Right, right. *Paul came to a stop.*
*He was breathing heavily, gasping a little once he’s stopped* God... you’re ok right?
Warner, I'm fine, I wasn't the one trapped in a freezer. Don't worry about me.
Yeah but... you died too. We killed you...
You didn't snap my neck like Emma's or anything. Come to think of it, no one's infected me before by... injuring me. I'm alright, though. Not at my best, but I had some time to get better.
*He nodded* Uh... I think it was the only way I knew. Cuz I bashed my own skull in, slit Emma’s throat... I think Claire snapped Nora’s neck. Paul- this isn’t a sign of anything I promise, just a thought but- since I made my own hive pretty much... and failed. You think the main hive would still treat me bad if I were a part of them?
I... I think they wanted you back. That's what Emma said when she was infected. They wanted to talk to you, but couldn't. You wanted to talk to them. But you need to know that the chances of us recovering from this get smaller and smaller every time one of us falls to them. You can't give in to them.
I know... it’s just... oh god, what’s with the heathers comparisons? Lifeboat, get outta my head... Sorry. Just. It’s something I was thinking about.
What's Heathers?
It’s a musical, and a regular movie- the movie came first, actually. I used to like it a lot... watched it with Zoey. That and Legally Blonde. You’d like the regular movies of both of those, I think.
Right- I don't think I ever watched that. *He tried to play it off, but he wished Warner would stop thinking about musicals.*
Legally Blonde is actually where I got my name... it was cuz of Zoey too, actually. She met me and said I looked like a Warner. *He exhaled a little* I need to stop thinking about musicals, Jesus...
Yeah, probably. Let's talk about something else.
Uh... You like film?
Um... kind of, yeah.
So do I! What movies have you seen? *he’s making small talk while they’re getting lost in a house that’s basically a fortress. Yay*
Well... I’ve seen a few Marvel movies. I heard they were good, so I started going to see them.
You seem like a mystery movie man. Maybe sometime if we’re not being... killed and stuff, we could have a movie night.
