Believe Me

Eighteen: Everybody Loves a Glowing Green Cake

Believe Me

Ch 18: Because Everybody Loves a Good Ol' Glowing Green Cake

Ty's POV

"Hey, maybe it's something else entirely!"

"Walk faster."

"It could be an after effect of the eternal pain, maybe the coding thing is still wearing off!"

"Go faster."

"I usually have a giant pig to travel on."

"You were dying on that pig!"

"So were you!"

"Shut up and enter the lab," I order, glaring at him until he complies.

"We don't even have a cure!"

"Exactly," I reply, gritting my teeth, "so you need to rest in order to slow the process as much as possible while we figure this out."

He grumbles and stomps over to one of the spare hospital beds by Seto. "Can't I at least have my own bed?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Atmosphere."

"Aw, come on, my normal bed is not going to ruin the atmosphere!"

I roll my eyes, and an unexpected cough hides my laugh. Skills.

The sound of the door opening cuts our conversation short. "Where's- oh, Ty! You're back."

I huff at Brice's obvious hesitation. "Calm down and help me with Sky."

"What? What's wrong with Sky?"

"He's got the disease."

"We think I've got the disease," Sky interrupts.

"You've got what!?" a terrifyingly familiar voice exclaims as its owner runs into the room.

"Get out," I shout at Tyler. "I'm not dealing with you right now." His eyes widen, and he scurries out of the room. Good.

"Be kind!" Sky shrieks, and I put my headphones back on. "Rude."

"'No regrets,' as a great man once said."

"Actually, I'm currently still a dragon-chainsaw-killer."

"Right, go change back while Brice and I try to fix this."

Sky nods and exits the room, and Brice turns to me. "Ty, no, we can't fix this. Seto is the only one with even the smallest chance-"

"No. We're going to find the cure, okay?"

"But, Ty-"

I blink back tears. Notch, I'm too tired for this. "We're finding the cure."

"Ty, I'm just as desperate as you are!" Brice tells me, voice dropping to a pained whisper. "But that doesn't make finding the cure any less difficult."

"Difficult is possible."

"I... I don't think it is." He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "At this point, all we can do is feed them useless Notch apples and pray for a miracle."

"N-No- No, I-" My expression switches to a snarl, not at Brice or at Sky, but at myself for not being able to do more.

I can do more.

"Bye, Brice!"

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The city is quieter than usual. A fourth of the citizens are sick. Luckily, few have died, though many are unconscious already.