2ISGREATER

UNDER THE WEATHER

He staggered across the sidewalk, keeping himself steady as his head spun. It was a challenge not to drift into the grass or into the road, but he managed, willing himself to the doorstep of the house, knocking gently. No response. He groaned lightly under his breath, trying to keep himself from vomiting. The figure from just beyond the trees urged him on, and he turned back to the door, knocking on it with more force. Eventually, someone answered the door. Finally.

"Hey, Alexande-... Alex, you really don't look well- geez, what do you need? Do you need a cup of water?" Smith looked up at Alex who was having issues standing upright. He didn't really answer, and so Smith pulled him gently through the doorframe, sitting him on the couch, walking over to close the door before looking back at Alex. "Stay there and rest, buddy, I'll be right back." He ran to the kitchen as Alexander let himself lay down a bit. Everything was spinning, it was pretty bad...

Smith eventually came back, handing the glass to Alexander, who took it with a shaky hand, drinking from the cup. "Sorry for.. Showing up like this..." He looked off to the side, but Smith gave him a reassuring pat on the back as he sat down next to him. "Hey man, it's fine. That's what friends are for. Have you been at least holding up somewhat decently? Is the medicine working for you, friend?"

"...I.. haven't been taking it."

Smith's smile slowly died off. "Alex. That- That's why you're so shaky, man- You need to take it or you're gonna keep having hallucinations, that's BAD Alex- We- We need to call your doctor-" Smith ran out to the kitchen and Alex quickly followed, throwing the cup onto the couch. "NO SMITH I DON'T NEED IT-" He ran in, smacking the phone out of his friend's hand. The object recoiled from the sudden action, falling backwards and hitting his head against the countertop, knocking himself out cold.

Alexander covered his mouth, concerned, glancing around for anything that could help, finding some bandages, twisting them around his arm first, as it had already been injured and had just been made worse from the fall. As he did this, Smith stirred, starting to panic. Alex didn't understand why until his friend started screaming. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The sodacan blinked, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't found bandages, and he was not fixing up his friend. It finally came to him as he wiped the blood off of his face. The hallucinations were getting bad. He'd been stabbing his friend.

"DON'T JUST SIT THERE- GET MY PHONE AND- CALL SOMEONE."

Alex sat there in disbelief before standing up again. That had fixed the hallucinations right? He looked around, nothing was dizzy anymore. They approached the phone on the ground, looking down at the illuminated screen, before stepping on it, the device letting out a loud crunch underneath him, turning back toward Smith who realized he wasn't getting assistance anymore.

He was going to fix everything.