Your POV: after a few hours of poking him and finding out what's sensitive and what's not, you come to the conclusion that there is nowhere where he isn't sensitive. (🧍♀️)
You finally accept defeat, and you try and rush over towards andre's office but realize that everyone has already went home and you and brett were the only people left.
"Shit." You sigh as you turn around to close and lock your office door and you sit down next to brett who is still laying down on floor. "Ah- umm.. Did- did you find Andre?" He breaths out. "Um- about that no one else is here with us, maybe a few people but they are just janitors." "Oh-" he sighs with a shaky breath. "Look I don't know what to do, Andre isn't here to help and I know nothing about this fucking drug. "
"Well, ah- diidn't you m-mmake it? " he slurs. You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Yes. Yes I did, but here's the thing, one of my old work buddies called me to make it. " he looks up slowly, "But you ah- s-still know h-how to make it riight?" He breaths. "Um that's the problem he just told me how to make it and I wrote it down, BUT after I was finished I had thrown the paper away."
"O-oh okay. " he sighs again. "But don't worry. This should pass over by the morning. " ah- um okay. " he breaths out again. You sigh as you reach your hand to feel for his head, he still didn't have a fever but he was sweating a little. That's when you got an idea, you decided that you were too tired to keep "researching", so you want to go to sleep. "Brett?" He looks up at you slowly, " uh ah- yeah? " "just stay still I'm going to move you to a different spot so we can both sleep."
He starts to panic. " w-wait, where are you ah- moving me to??? " you sigh. "Just relax, okay? I'm not gonna kill you I'm just going to move you to a more comfortable spot. " he sighs, and stays silent and still. "I'll take that as a yes. "
You pick him up by his underarms and you move him into your lap to lay down, at first you thought 'not that big of a deal, were just going to go to sleep and wake up and boom he'll be better by the morning. ' (you were very wrong. LMAO 💀)
"Wh-what are you ah- doing? " he breaths out, "I'm just moving you into my lap so we can sleep. " he looks down "mmmm~ okayy" he lays down in your lap and it feels like he's melting? "Brett what are you doing??" "I'm ah- t-tired." You lay down too. "W-wait, I can't lay here like this.. " he says with a shaky breath. "What why? Is something wrong? " you ask. "I-im in between your leegs that'ss w-wrong. " he slurs.
You look at him and laugh a little. "Brett, were just sleeping calm down, I promise nothing will happen. " he looks up at you. "Pr-promise?" You sigh. "Yes I promise now lay your dumbass down so I can sleep, I've had a long day/night." He looks down and closes his eyes. "Okay-"
(That mf morning 💀🧍♀️)
You yawn and stretch, letting all of last night's memories flood back to you. You look down to see one sleeping Brett cuddled next to your leg. "B-brett, get up" you look away hoping he woke up but no. No he did not. "BRETT." you yell a little louder and he finally jumps up. "AH- uh.. S-sorry. " wait. 'Is he still acting that way? Hold on. ' you take your hand and poke his leg/thigh again. "Ah- p-please don't do thatt-" he slurs. "Oh my fucking God, IT DIDN'T WEAR OFF?? " you start yelling and throwing shit. "AHHHHHHHHHH" Brett looks down trying to distract himself from the yelling. It does not work.
"H-hey maybe we should ah-" you look down and you try and calm yourself. (Maybe shouldn't have thrown that fucking tantrum dipshit💀💀💀-A)
You take a deep breath and breath out. "OKAY. we NEED to find Andre to get this fucking drug to stop making you act this way. " you unlock your office and you storm to the war room.
You bust open the doors and see everyone looking at you confused. "Hey good thing your here i-" you cut reagan off. "Andre. My office. Now." He looks up, "the fuck do you need me for?" You sigh, "it's about drugs and I need your help I'll explain the rest in. My. Office. " he sighs, "oookaayyyyy fine. Give me like 5 minutes I'll be down there mkay?"
"Okay deal please hurry-" you rush back to your office, and you slam open your office door and you tell Brett the good news "HEY- ANDRE IS HERE AND HE'S GONNA HELP. " he looks up, "ah- okay, that's g-great" he breahs out and smiles. You look down the hallway to see Andre walking towards your office so you rush out the door and run in his direction.
"ANDRE HURRY THE FUCK UP. " he flinches "ow- quit fucking yelling and maybe I'll walk faster. " 'okay maybe I shouldn't be yelling. ' you thought. You both make it to your office and Andre sees a very flustered, and a very tired Brett on the floor. "Holy shit AHAHA-" Andre bursts out laughing. "AHAHAHA- AH- ha. Okay just thought that was funny-"
You glare at him hoping that would be a sign for him to get started. "Oh-kay" he says as he claps his hands together. "Okay so Brett how are you feeling right now? " he questions as he crouches down next to him. "I- ah- feel weird. " he sighs, "weird? Well of course your gonna feel weird haha- IT'S DRUGS." Andre keeps asking Brett questions, and then he asks you a question.
"So do you know what drug he took? Because if you don't then there is nothing I can do. " you sigh "no, I unfortunately don't." He laughs, "how the fuck do you make a drug and not even know what it does or how to fix it if something goes wrong?" You glare at him again, "shut it." He looks back down to Brett and asks him some more questions, and just checking up on him.
"Okay so I'mma just run some tests, because normally when people take drugs certain areas are more sensitive then they are supposed to be." You look up and remember the tests you already did. "Ah- about that I already ran those tests and he is basically sensitive everywhere, like, EVERYWHERE." Andre looks down to Brett and looks back to you. "I can see that."
After an hour of testing stuff out and asking questions Andre finally gets it. "I dunno if it's just me but I have a deep feeling that this isn't just a drug you get high off of-" you look over at him confused. "What do you mean? Then what kind of drug is it?" He sighs."okay so this is a little hard to explain, you see the drug doesn't just "wear off" it's going to take at least 2 more days to wear off considering this is a "new drug"."
"Okay so what? It's just a few days. " he sighs again. "Look it might be just a few days for you but for Brett his symptoms are only going to get worse and worse until he's in extreme pain."
"......" you stay quiet thinking. "Okay so do you know how to fix this, and what kind of drug it is? He looks up at you, "actually I do know what kind of drug it is and how to fix it, first off this kind of drug is a sex drug. "
"WHAT?" he glares at you, "oh come on you can't be THAT surprised, 1. He's sensitive everywhere, 2. He can barely form a complete sentence, 3. He can't walk because he's shaking too much. HOW DID YOU NOW THINK OF THAT??" You pause. "Um- I guess I just didn't? I DON'T KNOW. "okay then you 2 can figure the rest out I helped as much as I could. " Andre turns to the door and leaves. "I- uh... " you turn to Brett trying to think of what to do. 'A sex drug huh... ' you got another idea. "Look Brett your an attractive individual, so it's can't be THAT hard to find someone who's willing to help you out. "
He looks up slowly, but this time he looks much worse, he's super pale and he looks sick almost. "I- I don't think I'm going to f-find anyone looking like this ah-" you pause. "Yeahhh your right. " 'how am I supposed to help him find someone who is willing to help, WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S DYING. ' you scream at yourself mentally.
After a few minutes of akward silence Brett finally says something. "Um- I h-hope this isn't weird of me to- ah~ ask.. B-but maybe you can help me-? " he asks out-of-breath and unsure. You look down at him.
'I can't just let him suffer, I have to at least try and do something.. Maybe he won't remember? And I hope i don't either. ' you thought anxiously. After about a good moment of silence you decided what you felt like you had to do. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, you take a breath in.
"Fine."
(Dear god I fucking hate this with every inch in my body, also 1569 words. 💀💀)
