"Ma-maMA! W-whE-Re are wE goINg?!" Noah asked/yelled. The family all plugged their ears and cringed at Noah's loud voice. They had been in the car for three hours and were just upon arrival. Noah had been put in the front seat, next to his mother, who was driving. His father sat in his seat, so they merely swapped. "The doctor." Was all Alison answered. Noah knew why, obviously. After all, there was blood and scratches all over his body. Who wouldn't know?
The car pulled into the zoo parking lot. Mason helped Noah out of the car and the two walked (more like wobbled) to the medical station while the rest of the family went to find a parking spot. The two walked over to the medical center, Noah was so out of it that he didn't even realize where they were headed. Black spots started clouding over his vision. Soon his body wouldn't listen to him and took a swan dive to the floor.
Mason caught his son right as he saw the (obvious) problem. The clinic was right in front of their eyes, and now Noah decides to collapse. Yay. The doors burst open, and Doctor Jets rushes out huffing and puffing. "I saw him collapse." Noah made a strained gurgling sound. Both males looked down to see the problem. "I think the venom might have rendered him motionless." Mason nodded and they quickly got Noah into a private room.
Once seated in the private room, IV's and other medical contraptions were hooked up to his arm. Doctor Jets got to work right away. He tore through his papers looking for the other paper from Noah's last visit. Once acquiring said paper, he walked over to the bed Noah was situated on. "Alright, Noah," the doctor started, "We need to check all the normal vitals and such, but we will most likely need to do a blood test, again."
After another thirty minutes, vitals had been checked and blood had been taken for testing. All the while Noah remained unmoving. Every now and then, the boy would let out screams or whimpers. Only once did a word pass his lips, and it didn't sound like English, so neither Mason nor Jets could decipher it.
"AKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" The loudest screeched came rushing through Noah's lips. "PE-PERI-AKKKKKKKKKK" Things only seemed to get worse as time went on. After another twenty agonizing minutes, Noah drifted into a restless sleep. Once situated, Doctor Jets was finally able to get some work done.
Noah's dream*********
Noah woke to the black once more. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One." Noah turned his head at the speed of light. That voice was so, so familiar. "Perigo?" In the darkness, he couldn't see a thing. "Hello, Paixão. didn't expect you to be so willing to come to me." The disembodied voice chuckled. Soon, none other than said naga came slithering from the darkness. "I-I-I-I-" Noah was sushed as Perigo slithered closer with his finger pressed to his lip. "Don't worry, Paixão. Come to me. I need to give you another dose as soon as possible." The blue haired boy tilted his head in confusion. He furrowed his eyebrows together before stuttering once more, "D-dos-se?"
"Yes, Paixão. Dose. My venom. Once I had you at first, I thought I finally had you for good. As a good mate, I decided to give you your first dose quickly. Get the turn over with as soon as you were willing." Noah was only more confused. "T-turn and m-m-m-mate?" The snake slithered so close to Noah, they were practically touching. "Yes. Turn you, mate you. Preferably in that order."
"I d-d-don't under-r-stand." Perigo chuckled. "I'm turning you to a naga once I have you back in my grasp," Perigo hisses out fondly, "Then mate you. Simple as that." Noah started to shake once the naga had spoken his words. "And, yes, it hurts," He leaned in real close, "quite a lot."
The smaller boy took his arms and shoved the larger's chest. The naga slipped on his own tail when he was shoved. He caught himself relatively quickly. Once he was back on his tail he laughed at himself. Noah couldn't help but calm down at the sound of the snake's laugh. The naga slithered over and ruffled the blue hair from the top of Noah's head. Once Perigo's hand left Noah's head, he let out a small kitten mewl.
He slapped a hand over his mouth while Perigo laughed and cooed. "You probably have so many questions. I'll try my best to answer them," Perigo spoke as he sat down. Noah followed suit and sat across from him. "W-where are w-we?" Perigo shifted with Noah's words. "It's called a Link. When mates meet, they open a connection. That way, when both are asleep, they can both be together. It only works when both parties want to dream together though."
"T-then w-w-why don't I-I ha-have a c-choice?" Noah asked. "You have no control over it yet. Once you are turned you will." Noah nodded along. They continued to talk for another few minutes before a shake startled them. "Someone is trying to wake you up. Try as best as you can to get to me."
"Why s-s-should I?" Perigo's eyes darkened. "Because if you don't, your suffering will only continue. Don't you want it to end?" Noah nodded as tears rolled down his cheeks. The naga spoke cruel words to an innocent soul. The snake seemed to snap out of it, and before long he was hugging Noah tightly. "Please, Paixão. Just come to me. You're so close It's killing me." He hugged Noah tightly as he begun to fade. Noah only heard the last sentence spoken before fading away into consciousness.
"Hurry, Paixão. Unless you wish to see all you love disappear."
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"Aughh." Noah crooked out once he had woken. "ARKKKKK!" The pain had come to him all at once. "Hold him down!" Someone shouted. He couldn't see. It was completely blurred. Everything was blurred. Only one thing came to his mind at this moment.
Perigo could fix this.
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