[He sees those subtle movements from Altius, at least signs that the man is still fighting to keep alive. That's how Scott views it anyway, how he wants to, especially after their conversation about the wish seeds. He doesn't want him to slip away like this. Isn't he normally careful?? But pushing away those thoughts, he uses his tablet to call in support-- someone that can actually heal Altius.
Maybe he should start dragging him to the clinic too. It might be a little hard to lift him though, not to mention that maybe it's not the best idea to jostle him too much. Still, the idea is not off the table, especially if no one comes to help them soon. He keeps his hand on his pulse, face hovering close in concern.]
Altius, hold on, okay? Help is coming. [Cling to his voice!! He sees that one eye opening and yeah, keep that up.]
[He hears a voice but the words are muffled to his ears, filtered through foggy senses and the screech of static in his head. The mess of shape and color that meets his eye doesn't make much sense to him either, but the bits and pieces he can comprehend come together to a conclusion.
Altius takes a labored breath. His tongue feels heavy and his lips barely cooperate but he has to speak—to talk to the young man who's been in his thoughts for so long.]
Ferran... why do you still help, after everything...
Oh, right, that's the young man that Altius had taken in. The one he cares a lot about-- the one that was shot right before the businessman came to this world. And. That's probably not great, right? Okay, don't panic Summers, it's clear that he's just hallucinating-- mistaking him for Ferran because of his state. This is a result of the snakes, right...?
Because all the dead snakes around them is one solid clue. How did the man take all of these guys out? He doesn't see any visible injuries on them. Which. How do you kill something without leaving any trace of a wound? More thoughts for later...
He's still keeping a hand against Altius's neck, the other reaching up to press against his clammy forehead.]
[Altius's eyelids flutter in a flinch as he takes in a short breath of surprise. Scott will easily be able to tell he has a high fever, even if the other indications didn't make that obvious.
What is the young man saying? Something about dying, perhaps. There's worry there, maybe panic; he can imagine it well enough even though his senses are failing him. His eyes threaten to shut again as he mutters,]
Shut up, I'm not leaving you. Just hold on, I already called for help.
[Maybe he can at least start dragging Altius away from the entrance of the garden? Away from the dead snakes? Don't want more of those guys to come slithering about and try to attack the feverish man. Of course he could take them, but he'd rather not tempt fate.]
I'm going to move you. [It's about the only warning he gives before Scott slides his hands underneath the older man's shoulders. With a great pull (and grunting just slightly in the process), he starts dragging him away from the garden.]
[Despite his apparent aversion to being helped, something like instinct takes over when Scott tries to move him, and the heel of his boot digs into the undergrowth to push himself in the direction he's being pulled. Perhaps the subconscious thought of not being a burden has taken hold, if he can't get the other to let him go.
The strength in his legs isn't exactly great, though; there's only so much he can do to make the process easier, and only so long he can keep that minimal effort up. Eventually, his mind catches up again, and he mutters another attempt to dissuade the young man.]
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Maybe he should start dragging him to the clinic too. It might be a little hard to lift him though, not to mention that maybe it's not the best idea to jostle him too much. Still, the idea is not off the table, especially if no one comes to help them soon. He keeps his hand on his pulse, face hovering close in concern.]
Altius, hold on, okay? Help is coming. [Cling to his voice!! He sees that one eye opening and yeah, keep that up.]
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Altius takes a labored breath. His tongue feels heavy and his lips barely cooperate but he has to speak—to talk to the young man who's been in his thoughts for so long.]
Ferran... why do you still help, after everything...
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Oh, right, that's the young man that Altius had taken in. The one he cares a lot about-- the one that was shot right before the businessman came to this world. And. That's probably not great, right? Okay, don't panic Summers, it's clear that he's just hallucinating-- mistaking him for Ferran because of his state. This is a result of the snakes, right...?
Because all the dead snakes around them is one solid clue. How did the man take all of these guys out? He doesn't see any visible injuries on them. Which. How do you kill something without leaving any trace of a wound? More thoughts for later...
He's still keeping a hand against Altius's neck, the other reaching up to press against his clammy forehead.]
Come on, don't die now, okay?
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What is the young man saying? Something about dying, perhaps. There's worry there, maybe panic; he can imagine it well enough even though his senses are failing him. His eyes threaten to shut again as he mutters,]
Leave me.
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[Maybe he can at least start dragging Altius away from the entrance of the garden? Away from the dead snakes? Don't want more of those guys to come slithering about and try to attack the feverish man. Of course he could take them, but he'd rather not tempt fate.]
I'm going to move you. [It's about the only warning he gives before Scott slides his hands underneath the older man's shoulders. With a great pull (and grunting just slightly in the process), he starts dragging him away from the garden.]
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The strength in his legs isn't exactly great, though; there's only so much he can do to make the process easier, and only so long he can keep that minimal effort up. Eventually, his mind catches up again, and he mutters another attempt to dissuade the young man.]
None of it was real...