Burnt Into Ashes (OCs, sickfic, part 4)
NOTE: I’m assuming my characters have about as much medical knowledge as I do, which is like none, so I’m sorry for any inconsistencies here or any glaring errors (if they’re so bad that they disrupt your reading, I’ll change it, but otherwise…this part had such a huge revamp, I don’t even want to look at it anymore). Also, putting most of this under a cut because it got way too long I’m sorry.
Liam moved before he had time to think, wrapping his arms around Elliott’s waist as he collapsed. The first thing he noticed when he moved Elliott’s head to rest on his shoulder was the heat. Of course he’d known Elliott was ill, but he hadn’t known he was that ill.
Although, Liam reminded himself bitterly, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know Elliott was miserable.
It wasn’t until moments later that he remembered he wasn’t alone, that Alisa was still standing right there, and on top of it, she was shouting at him.
“–serious?! Couldn’t you see how badly off he was when he got here?” She gestured wildly toward the limp boy as Liam moved to lay him down on a bench in the lobby. “Or yesterday for that matter? Why did you even call him in, it’s not as if we couldn’t have managed–”
“Will you shut up for a moment?” Liam barked, heart racing. This wasn’t the time for panicking, nor was it the time to be reprimanding himself. There would be plenty of time for that later, after he’d gotten Elliott sorted, and he didn’t need Alisa or anyone else coming after him about it.
“I will not!” Alisa said, incredulous. “What he needs is rest, and here you are dragging him out of his house when we don’t even need–”
“Alisa, please,” Liam said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. “I’m going to take him home, so watch things here, will you? I’ll see that he’s looked after, just–just please shut up.”
Alisa must have heard the plea in his voice because after a moment of hesitation where Liam was sure she would yell at him again, she backed down. Her glower, however, never wavered.