~Reader: Be The Person~
You continue staggering along, your feet dragging. You would need to find shelter soon. Maybe some doorway might shield you from the rain. Wracked by a fit of coughing, you lean against the cold, wet brick wall. Your blood splatters the wall, the ground, your shirt. You bend over as the coughing intensifies. You wait for the fit to pass, hoping you won't pass out this time. You see, out of the corner of your eye, someone walking cautiously towards you. They have a... Oh, shit. It's Sollux!
"Hey... Are you okay?" He's talking to you. Oh gog he's talking to you!
"Y-yeah..." You say, starting to cough less. "Leave me alone."
He looks slightly offended. "Thure, thure. All I wath doing was athking if you were alright. You're thure you're okay?"
"No, but I don't need your help. Fuck off!" You heave your tired body off the wall and continue your slow, deliberate battle with the wind and rain. He raises his hands in a non-threatening but slightly impudent gesture.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Jeez." He turns away, shaking his head.
Your only reply is to cough. You stagger a few more steps before your vision starts to fill with black. "No... N-Not now...!" You cough again and fall to one knee. You nearly leap upright as you feel an arm in yours, supporting you.
"Let'th get out of the rain, shall we?" You look at the face of the person who had lifted you back upright and freeze. It was Sollux.
"L-let go of me..." Your voice seems to retreat from your hearing. Your vision stretches and warps, filling completely with black spots. You welcome the enveloping darkness of unconsciousness. It saves you from having to explain yourself to him; why you're alone out on the streets, sick, and why you disappeared.
~Reader: Be Sollux~
Holy shit. The random dude was Eridan! That would explain the cloak, but... Why was he here? What was he doing, outside in the rain, especially when he's sick?
Dear gog, what happened to him? He disappeared randomly, but you though he must have moved or something... Kid didn't have friends, he was just there. He was one of those people that everyone knew but nobody was their friend. Everyone noticed when he left, but no one really tried to find him. Your entire fucking grade did nothing.
You did nothing.
You shift awkwardly, trying to get underneath Eridan so you could lift him onto your back. His limp arm smacks against your face, cold as ice. You shift him onto your back faster. He was losing heat. He needed to be inside and warm, fast!
You balance his weight on your back and drape his arms over your shoulders. Heaving yourself back to your feet, you turn around and start back toward your house. He nearly slips off several times, making you have to drape his arms around your neck so his face was awkwardly mushed up against yours.
Gog, he is heavy.
When you finally get to your house, you almost collapse on the front porch. You're completely soaked - Eridan has been dripping water all down the inside of your jacket and now you're freezing too. You open your door and stagger inside, moaning when you're faced with stairs. You drop Eridan's feet as gently as you can to the ground, freeing your arms for climbing the stairs.
You start your slow, arduous journey up the stairs.
~Reader: Be Eridan~
