Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Nineteen - Blood-bags

They're crouched on Metro-General. After Evren explained that she hadn't had her meds for a week, they talked for a while. Things still seem rocky, but she apologized for forgetting. It doesn't excuse what he did.. She's pretty sure he did the same thing for her for at least a couple of days, so she can't be too angry at him. Then came the talk of the Farm, the reason they're sitting up here in the first place.

The door opens. Neither of them move. Evren leaning against his side, careful of his sore ribs from being crushed against a table, habitually rubbing circles under her bellybutton, while Matt is hunched forward with his hands between his knees.

"Always the last place you look." Clair announces. Matt huffs, and Evren leans back, peering at the nurse. "But you both knew I was coming, huh?"

"Yeah, heard you coming from a floor down, that's when I bothered listening." Evren supplies, taking a cup of coffee gratefully.

"I heard you. Three stories down." Matt adds, while Evren rolls her eyes. Clair sighs.

"You know that sounds creepy, right, guys?"

"We've been told." Matt supplies, smiling slightly.

"I brought you coffee." Claire says, setting a cup in front of Matt, who shakes his head.

"No thanks."

"Ah, right, forgot he likes to suffer." Claire scoffs, rolling her eyes, while Evren takes the second cup. Rot forms, snagging her original cup, and settles beside her. The wight coming from her back and side, thin tendrils forming to create a monstrous face, is familiar and calming. Evren scratches its chin, and the symbiote purrs. "Oh, no, that's creepier than the hearing thing. Well, jokes on you, because our vending machine coffee really sucks."

"It does. It really does." Evren announces, grimacing as she takes another gulp. Claire quiets, eyeing them both.

"Thought you'd be with your friend. Aren't you gonna ask me how he's doing?"

"He's fine. He's watching the game. Jets are up, seven to nothing." He tilts his head. "Oh, he just changed the channel."

"The hit was clean." Claire explains. "In and out. They'll release him tomorrow." She tilts her head. "you know, the bullet wound will do wonders for his career in hip-hop. You should pay him a visit, both of you."

"I'm going to." Evren says, patting Rot once more when the creature snuggles closer to her side. "Didn't want to leave Matt up here to brood all alone."

"I can't help him." Matt says, defensively, shifting.

"How do you know that?"

"Cause he got shot." Matt answers, as if that's the only explanation for his avoidance.

"Not by you, or Evren."

"No, but I dragged him into this mess." Matt argues, mouth a thin line.

"Maybe. Maybe. Or, maybe you need to think about coming down from that cross of ours and sending some time with us normal people for a change." She glances at Evren. "And maybe not have one of your friends only be with you when you're beating people up."

Matt sighs. "How are the other patients?"

"Alive, thanks to you. The crime scene was clean, so I assume Evren wasn't there." Evren shakes her head, answering her question silently. "Yeah. You brought them in just in time. And one's awake." She sets the cup down in front of Matt and crosses her arms.

"What do they remember?" Evren implores, leaning forward, brows furrowed.

"Nothing yet. He's in and out. But I got all of their toxicology screens back from the lab, though, and they read like a cheap science-fiction novel."