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Luca winced every time Olli complained about the pain, being as gentle as he could... but what else could he do? "Dumbass, don't apologize for coming here. If anything you should be apologizing for leaving." He flared up at Olli's next words though.

"THE HELL YOU WILL!" He snapped, "If you think I'm letting you leave again you're delirious. You broke a promise, and now I'm missing work to take care of your frozen ass. You're going to stay here until you're 100% better, and you've put on some weight. You're not going to give me shit about meal tickets or bumming- and if I hear even the slightest argument I'll handcuff you to the refrigerator. Am I quite clear?" He hissed in Olli's ear, "Now shut up, warm up, and drink your milk. You need to get your stomach used to food again so you can handle an actual meal."

He shifted slightly to pull his cell out of his pocket- there was no way he'd be making it to work on time. He called in, claiming an emergency and claiming he'd be there as soon as he could. There was some arguing, and a promise that he'd be on cleaning duty if he didn't get there early enough to take a client, and when all that was settled, he hung up.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he pocketed the phone again, never once moving away from Olli. "You're looking a little less icy. Here..." He took the milk and set it on the coffee table, then shifted- shifting Ollie in the process- until he was leaning against the arm of the couch, and Olli was basically laying on him. "I'm the warmest pillow you'll find, get some sleep alright?" He said softly, running his fingers through Olli's hair, and tucking the blankets in to keep him as warm as he could.

It wasn't until Olli had been sound asleep for at least an hour that he slipped out from under him. He stretched, then very carefully lifted his friend, blankets and all, trying hard not to wake him, and if he stirred even the slightest, he froze, mumbling reassurances until he was able to get Olli into his room. He set him on his bed where he'd be more comfortable, added another blanket, then set to work on getting changed and ready for the night.

His outfit was probably worse than the last one Olli had seen him in, shirt shorts, a vest, a hat, sunglasses- the mock police get-up had a tendency to go over very well. He was quick to pull on his jeans and sweatshirt over it again, but he couldn't hide the makeup or his hat. He moved over to Ollie again, checking in on him before leaving. "If you're gone when I get back, I -WILL- hunt you down." He mumbled, not really intended for Olli to hear him. He left a post-it note on the bedroom door that basically would tell Olli when to expect him back and included several threats to his well being if he dared try and leave. With that, he headed out.

By the time he got home the sun was starting to rise. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants and headed straight to the shower, cleaning up as quick as he could so he could check on Olli without reminding him here he'd been. Once he was dried off and wearing pants he moved to his bed. Once certain Olli was still doing well he curled up next to him, glad for having a queen bed. He slid under his own bedding, not caring that Olli was pinning most of the blankets down.
 
Oleander winced at the sound of the other man's irritation as he spoke in to his ear. We was right, he was going to be late because of him and now he was sick do to his own insolence. He only nodded in agreement, still unable to speak in coherent sentences, and buried his face in to the larger man's chest. God, he was so warm.

He closed his eyes and listed as the man argued with the person on the other line. He frowned a bit as the conversation grew more intense but he no longer knew what to think of the situation anymore so he settled on not thinking at all and soon found himself slipping off in o a dream land once again, he couldn't figure out why he was so damn tired but he wasn't about to try to fight the inevitable.

Groaning a bit as his body was shifted he allowed himself to be laid on to his friend and he slowly fell back asleep, not taking the time to really listen to what the other man's words. He had already known before he came back that he wasn't going to be able to leave again so he wasn't going to even fight about the matter. He only nodded and apologies with a mumble and fell back asleep.

To be completely honest he didn't notice the fact that he was moved from the couch to the bed, which, in all reality was a testimony to how sick he actually was. Normally being moved at all would have startled him to a rage but he slept soundly in his friends arms shifting only slightly as he was laid down.

Oleander's eyes flickered open as he felt an unfamiliar heat coercing through his body. He frowned as he shifted feeling a humidity covering his body and as he tried to set up his head spun forcing him to collapse back down on the pillow. "God damn it." he frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead finding the room to be ridiculously hot.

In all reality, the room wasn't hot, he was. Over the night the hypothermia subsided and pneumonia quickly took it's place sky rocketing his temperature to about 102 degrees. At times like these he wished he wasn't such a stubborn person. He turned his head to the side to see Luca curled up in the bed next to him and he gave and exhausted smile before he started to kick the covers off of him.

He realized that he was nude, but fact was, he didn't really care. He kicked his feet over the edge of the bed and attempted to stand. He didn't make it far, in fact, he didn't move from the bed. His legs only constricted slightly before he relaxed again finding the effort to be a bit to much for his body. So rather then getting up he sat there and started blankly at the floor thinking about why he had come back and how he were going to come to asking the question.

Being nude is was easy to see exactly how malnourished Oleander was. His bones were defined through his flesh, coming to sharp points at all of his joints and peeks in structure. He also had an elaborate spread of assorted tattoos that stretched the top of his back to the bottom around his ribs cage, up his chest, and back down to his stomach and part of his right leg.

On his back were an almost ethereal looking set of light blue butterfly wings that met at the middle of his back, which was animated version of his spine which led all the way down his back. Branching off of that here the ribs of what ever creature was being depicted but they wrapped around his body and lead in to decrypted hands that came up to hold a dagger that rested in the middle of his chest. He also had a string of stars that rested on a music bar that represented the notes to beautiful dreamer.

Oleander took in a deep breath and let it out as he let his head fall back so he could gaze up at the ceiling. "Beautiful dreamer." He said in a low, rough voice as he tried to wake up "Wake unto me. Stare lights and dew drops are waiting for me." It was a coping mechanism, the song was. He always found himself humming it when he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The song helped him think, it helped him sort things out. He didn't know why, it just did.
 
Luca groaned as Olli started singing, finally stirring. He flopped an arm over Olli's chest, sleepily trying to hush him. "Mngg... you're warm..." He mumbled sounding content at first, then gradually more and more worried, "Warm... too warm... fever warm." He sat up rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up. He carefully crawled over Olli and got out of bed, stretching and wincing as his back gave a sickening pop. He turned and pulled the sheet over his friend, giving him a bit of privacy before resting his hand against his forehead.

"Shit, I'm going to have to call in a favor." He said with a sigh, "You're burning up. Lets get you some pants at least, and some breakfast, and I'll see if I can get you in to see a doctor." He moved to his dresser, finding a pair of lightweight pajama pants before returning to Olli and helping him get them on. He looked over the tattoos as they went, admiring them while at the same time realizing just how bad Olli had let his health get. "You're so thin..." He commented softly, hating the sight of his old friend like this.

"There we go, a bit more dignified, hm? Rest a while, I'm going to go get the couch pulled out and set up for you, and call the doctor... For breakfast, do you think you can handle a piece of toast? Or maybe a little oatmeal?" He asked, "You've got to eat something at least. What sounds good?"

Of course, he hoped Olli wouldn't know what he'd meant by 'calling in a favor'. One of his regular clients was a doctor, and he hoped they could just exchange services. With a little luck, he'd even be able to talk the doctor into making a house call, since taking Olli in on his motorcyle was less than practical. Of course, knowing the doctor, it would mean payment on the spot, which would mean he'd have to have his room free. That was just as well though, the livingroom would be more comfortable for Olli, since he'd have the tv to keep him entertained, and something closer to his own space.
 
Oleander squirmed under the males eyes knowing very well what he was thinking. He only grumbled a bit at the comment about his weight knowing that he hadn't had any true argument against it because he was indeed underweight. He shook his head when Luca said something about "calling in a favor"

"No." He said suddenly as he pushed himself off the bed in an half assed attempted to prove e was well enough not to be seen. "I'll be fine, don't worry about it." He said as he sank directly back down on to the bed and rested his head in his hands trying to keep his head from swarming. Such a convincing argument right? He allowed his friend to help him dressed, not entirely liking the fact that he was being coddled by the other man. But what was he suppose to do? He needed the help, he didn't much like the fact, but he needed it.

His stomach seemed to turn at the sound of food and the dislike of the idea displayed clearly across his face. "Nah." He said to the first offer "No thanks", he said to the second and a frown followed by a painfully sigh came when Luca insisted. "Sleep." He said as he laid back in the bed, his legs still hanging off the side of the bed. "I can't eat right now Luca. I'll puke." He confessed as he turned his head to the side in order to keep from looking at the other man. He started blankly up at the headboard for a moment not quite realizing he was doing so before he took in a breath. "I can't do this again Luca." He said plainly "Or anymore, I should say. I'll die if I keep this up." He continued to stare at the headboard as if to talk it rather then Luca. "I don't know why I found you. I really don't perhaps I knew somehow you would give me someway out of this situation I'm in. I've been doing this shit for damn near 6 years now... and I've exhausted all of my resources. It's progressively getting worse as time goes by and I know that it's going to kill me if I don't find something else to do with my self. And when is say "Kill me" I don't mean it's just going to be hard I mean it is going to literally kill me." He paused for a moment and swallowed dryly. "I almost died last night. I could feel my insides slowly giving in, everything in my body was just telling me to go to sleep and it would be better. It would stop hurting... and I almost did." He let out another sigh before closing his eyes calmly. "I can't do this anymore."
 
"Alright, alright... at least drink a little milk alright? You need something in your stomach, and that should be easy enough on it. And I'm getting a doctor in here Olli, you're ill, and my medical skills aren't exactly top notch." He looked over at Olli as he started speaking again, and took a seat on the bed next to him.

He didn't like what he was hearing, he knew the feeling too well. His way out had been a little less friendly, but what Olli was getting at... He knew there weren't many options, but to bring his friend into such a place? "You won't have to. For now just worry about getting better, we'll deal with shit as it comes, but for now, there's enough to worry about. You're safe here, and you're staying, for the time being at least, and anything beyond that can wait until you're better." He said, not willing to hear another word on the subject. He stood, "Come on, let's get you to the kitchen, I want you to have a glass of milk and some Tylenol to help with that fever while I get the bed folded out for you, then you can sleep alright?" He said as he carefully lifted him and carried him to the kitchen, not giving him a chance to argue.

He set him down in a chair at the kitchen table, opting for one with arms so Olli wouldn't topple out the moment he let go. He poured a small glass and grabbed the pain pills, setting both on the table in front of him. "Just drink as much as you can- try and drink some before you take the pills so they don't upset your stomach, alright?" He said as he moved into the living room and got the bed made and ready. Once he was done he moved to the table again, taking a seat while he waited for Olli to be ready to move again. He'd wait to call the doctor until Olli was settled again, and preferably asleep. He hadn't meant for his friend to know how he'd be paying for the treatment, and if he didn't bring it up again, he hoped Olli would be to worn to object.
 
Oleander frowned a bit as the topic was brushed off but he didn't protest, but rather, nodded a bit and tried doze back off. No longer listening to Luca he startled a bit as he was picked up again and the creased in his brow deepened as he noticed he was once again being carried about by Luca. Sure, he understood that he was helping, but damn it, this was degrading.

He grunted a bit as hew as sat in the a chair next to the table. He let his head rest on his hand and he gazed over to Luca as he set down the milk in front of him as well as a few pills. "You know... you can't keep carrying me around everywhere." He said before slightly sipping the milk. "I may just get used to it." He smirked slightly before popping the pills in to his mouth and sipping the milk again to wash them down.
 
"I know, but it's kinda fun- you're so light." He said with a small smile, "Don't get used to it though, once you're up to it I'll let you haul your own ass around. Let me know when you're ready and I'll give you hand getting to bed." He leaned back in the chair, "You've got quite a canvas going there don't you." He commented, looking over the tattoos again. There was still plenty of room for the brand...

He shook that thought away, there was no way he would let Olli stay long enough for that. If he allowed it at all, but what choice did either of them have? He'd just need to work until he could get a real job and support himself... right? He shook the thoughts away, hand resting over his own little bird tattoo, as if somehow covering it would protect Olli from it.
 
A small smile dusted the conorers of Olli's lips and he let out an exausted chucled. "Fun? That's an intresting way to put it." He said groggily "I think I'm going to sit here for a bit, it feels better sitting up for some reason. Prolly cuz I'm awake.

His brows perked a bit as Luca commented on the art work on his body. He smiled again and turned his head as if to look at the colorful wings on his back. "These? I got them back when I worked in Split edges, a small shop that used to be open back in the day. Ex had this thing about plastering random pieces on my body for free, said I made for a good canvas." He scratched the back of his head lazily as he spoke look around the room "I lost that job a while after he died. With out the owner the shop went under and I found myself right back in the place I started. I'm glad I got these before he died though, even though the work will forever be unfinished... it gives me something to remember him by you know? I've thought about getting more but I never really know what I want. Plus, Tattoos are pretty damn expensive."
 
Luca nodded, "Just don't strain yourself, you've got a hell of a fever going." He stood again, grabbing himself a bowl of cereal before returning to his seat with his breakfast. "That makes sense..." He said with a nod. "Funny, mine was something of a present from an ex too... but he's not someone I'd like to remember."

He sat back in his chair, "You know... I'd really like to know how you ended up like this. I don't suppose you'd mind filling me in?" He asked, knowing he was getting into dangerous territory. "You'll have to tell me eventually, it might as well be now."
 
Oleander smiled a bit at the comment about "Ex." Being his "Ex." It was a common misconception but really, it was off base. He shook his head and laughed a bit "No, Ex was just a friend of mine. His name was actually Exsavior." He said a-matter-of-factually.
He let out a long sigh as Luca asked about how he got in to the situation he was in. For a moment he thought about actually telling him what happened with his mother and explaining why dropped off of the face of the earth but he quickly shook that thought out of his head. "That's not something I like to remember." He repeated with a slick smirk pulling at the side of his lips as he leaned forward on to the table and gazed over to Luca. "Besides, I don't really have to tell you anything." He taunted. "I think I like to keep you wondering a bit too much to give up the ghost this early in the game." He smiled a bit before running a hand through his dark hair. "What does it matter anyway? You knowing won't change anything. It doesn't get fixed by talking about it, all it's going to do is depressing you a little bit more then you already are."
Oleander shrugged a bit before he sipped at the warmed milk once again while staring across the table to his friend. “Do you have another topic?”
 
Luca blinked, feeling a bit stupid. "Oh... I see... The way you said it, I just assumed..." He shrugged it off. He'd rather expected what came next. "I guess given the future you're looking at, I'm sort of hoping to find some other way out for you." He said with a sigh. "And what are you supposed to talk about when both the future and the past are too depressing?" he asked with an uneasy smile.

Not wanting to get into either, he quickly changed the subject anyway. "I should give the doctor a call- you're not getting out of it, as you pointed out, you almost died- but I should get a hold of him while it's still early." He said as he stood, moving to a drawer and pulling out a deck of cards. "I shouldn't be long, here, pick a game and deal, I'll be right back, alright?" He said, dropping the deck on the table before moving to the door to make the call outside.
 
There was a silence as Luca brought up "another way out" and he understood that they both knew exactly what that meant and despite the fact that he hated to admit it, they were going to have that conversation sooner or later. But now was not the time, he would be the one to ask that question, he would be the one to start that conversation and he would choose when they would have it.

His eyes narrowed a bit at the following subject as if to ward Luca way from the conversation. The browns in his eyes holding a very clear messaging of "Leave it alone" and a small frown settled on his brow to confirm his message clearly. "Then we don't talk." He said finally, making sure Luca knew how serious he was being at that moment.

He still had things to think about, he still had to accept the idea before he would even begin that conversation. Same with the conversation about his past. If he thought Luca needed to know, he would tell him and if Luca pressed the subject it would probably just end in Oleander blowing up.

There were things that he didn't want to confront in life. Which is why he always seemed to be running form something. Sure, he knew that he would never be able to fix anything without fixing himself but he wasn't ready to be fixed yet. There were some things that you could never fix. Telling Luca about his guilt and his self punishment wouldn't help anything, would it? It would just drag up old feelings of resentment and sadness that he had left behind a long time ago. Luca knowing about how much Oleander struggled since they last seen each other wouldn't help anything, even if Luca had a firsthand glimpse in to the shit he had dealt with for the past 5 years.

This wasn't a new thing and that was what Luca didn't seem to understand. Oleander had dealt with this type of stuff all the time; this was just the first time it actually got to him like this. This was the first time he actually needed to get out of this situation he was in.

The frown lingered but he let out a relived sigh as Luca changed the subject and he made a slight face at the idea of seeing a doctor. "All he is going to tell me is that I'm horribly underweight and that I'm sick." Oleander looked out to the side of him as he spoke.

It had been forever since he last seen a doctor but the idea of it scared the hell out of him. Last time he had gone there was some sort of problem with his digestive system because of the lack of food intake, if gone unfix it was potentially dangerous, he was also anemic and... That was all Oleander heard before he walked out of the office deciding that he would much rather die without knowing that he was doing to die before he did.

He smirked a bit as the cards were put in front of him "You play rummy?"
 
"I know, I know, I won't get into all of that now." He said, waving his hand as if literally fanning the topic from the air. He shrugged at the comment about the doctor, "He might be able to give you something to help you get better faster."

He paused in the doorway, "Rummy? I'm the rummy king." He said enthusiastically, "Deal." He stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He surfed through his contacts, settling on the one he needed- at least the doctor was a good customer. The man was older, but he was considerate enough, and never violent like some of his customers.

He hit the call button and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Hey... Dr. Riley, it's Luca. ... ... mmhmm... Right, well, it's short notice I know, my friend's staying with me- he got himself pretty sick. ... ... I really appreciate that, but I only have my bike... uh huh... Of course. .. Ah, no, I can't pay, but... You know I can make it worth your while." His tone seemed to completely change when a request for a favor turned to business. They talked for a little while, and then he hung up and stepped inside. "The doctor will be here in about an hour, so if we play rummy now you should have time to lay down a while before he gets here if you need to rest, alright?" He said as he settled at teh table again.
 
Oleander's eyes flickered shut as he heard the door close. God, he felt horrible. He wished that he had listened and stayed put but it was too late for that now. It was probably a good thing that he was going to see a doctor seeing as his heath had been steadily degrading for the past few years. But still, he the idea of having it confirmed wasn't all to appealing to the young man.

He didn't mind getting checked out in all reality, but he would be damned if they were going to drag him anyway near a hospital. He hated hospitals, hospitals killed people and you wouldn't convinced him of any different.

He rested his head in his hands for a few moments giving a slight groan as he realized how hot he was and with a bit of force he pulled himself over to the bed and flopped down with an "Ouf". It didn't take him long before he found himself curled up on the bed, dead asleep.

It was almost a morbid sight, seeing as if you didn't know any better one would be convinced that he had curled up there and died. The positioning of his spine mind the bones stick out firmly though his flesh and the discoloration due to cold and malnutrition just added on to the lifelessness of his body. Had his chest not been rising and falling with each light breath one may have panicked.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt so drained or why his body began aching so suddenly but he was soon to find out.
 
Luca took a minute to realize he was talking to an empty chair, then panicked for a moment until he noticed Olli curled up on the bed. Well, it had been nice to visit while it lasted... He moved to the bed, making sure the other was still alive before pulling a blanket over him. He flipped the lights and left him to rest, heading to his own room to straighten things up for his guest.

It usually was a solid rule that he didn't let anyone work related know where he lived, much less taking clients in his own bed, but... for something like this, it was necessary, and given who the client was, he was sure it would turn out alright. The hour went by fairly quickly, and there was a knock at the door. Luca had gotten dressed, opting for some tight jeans, and a form fitting tank top- not the slutty shit he wore for work, but plenty attractive enough on him.

"Ah, Dr. Riley, come in..." He greeted, his voice low to try and avoid waking Olli just yet. "He's resting, it might be best if we ah... took care of things first rather than after?" The man came in, nodding as he quickly caught the hint and quietly set his bag on the table and followed Luca back to his room.

A while later Luca was leaning over Olli, hoping they'd been quiet enough not to wake him, and hoping that his attempts at cleaning up had worked well enoguh that what they'd been up to wasn't obvious. "Olli, the doctor's here..." He said softly, nudging his friend awake.
 
Oleander slept like a rock during the whole business transaction between the Doctor and Luca. Which, was probably a good thing seeing as he wouldn't have enjoyed setting in the other room while Luca fucked some guy for his services and may have taken off again for the sake of getting away.

You see, he may have come to the conclusion that he was more then likely going to end up in the same boat as Luca eventually but he hadn't quite grown all to comfortable with the idea yet. That being the case, it was best that Luca just left it linger in his mind rather then flaunting it in front of him, which, admiringly, he was doing rather well at.

He only startled with a jump when he watch touched in his sleep. His eyes flew open and he grasped Luca's wrist firmly "Don't Fucking Touch Me." He said squeezing his wrist for a moment before he realized exactly whom he was speaking to. "Shit." He breathed as he let go of the other man and turned his head to the side "You scared the fucking life out of me." Oleander hand a horribly fowl mouth when startled... or angry... or living. "Don't do that shit." He said as he sat up and tried to stand to walk away only to have his head swirl and he fell back down on to the bed. "Shit." He repeated as he held his head in his hands an tried to keep from vomiting- more so out of nerves then anything else.
 
"Ah, sorry Princess, I thought about waking you up sleeping beauty style, but for fear of having my face rearranged I settled for that- next time though I think that a bucket of ice water will do much better." He said sarcastically, messing up his hair as if her were a little kid.

"Dr. Riley knows what he's doing, you don't have to look so uneasy." He said softly while the doctor got his things together. "You don't like doctors much, do you..." He guessed. "I'll get started on dinner for now, alright? Will you be up to eating? I was thinking maybe just some soup." He said, hoping to distract Olli a bit.
 
The Doctor frowned slightly as the small yonge man snatched up Luca's hand and seemed to grip it for a while as if he planned on snapping it in two. He appoched the situation reluctantly, not willing to be hit by this young man, he would hate to actually charge Luca for his own medical costs if things got to far out of hand.

Form afar he examined the kid, noting on how horribly thin he was. The discoloration was a bit worrisome seeing as it meant poor circulation and probably a bad amune systems. He watch Luca heckle his friend playfully only to get his hand snatched at again as he ruffled it through his hair, though, it didn't seem nearly as friendly.

"Touch my head again and I'll bite fucking face off Luca. I'm not in the mood for your shit."

The doctors frown grew more sever. What was this guys problem? Obviously Luca was trying to help and yet he was completely obtuse in all his actions. "Alright, let's get started then shall we?" James said with half a smile as he unpacked his thing. "So what seems to be the problem here eh?" He asked half halfheartedly looking over to Oleander who simply gave him a blank stare.

"I'm shitting rainbows and the Unicorns keep trying to eat my brain. Thank god you got here on time doctor. Had the monkey not flown out of your ass to fight the epic battle I would have been brain dead by now." Oleander said as his eyes narrowed a bit. "I don't know what the fucking problem is, that's why Luca brought you here. To tell me the ways in which I'm dieing. Get to it old man." Oleander spat threateningly, his neck extending forward a bit as if to spark the older man.

James gave Luca a fighting glance before turning back to Oleander. "Okay. Let's start off with the basics. Are you doing any drugs?"

"Fuck off."

"Just answer the question."

Oleander glared at him for a moment before looking over to Luca spitefully. "I've been clean for 3 years." He admitted, his eyes not leaving Luca.

"What was your drug?"

"Methamphetamine, cocaine and Heroin, Chronic user. Causal user of designer drugs. It ate away at my nasal passages and broke down most of my veins. If you're going to draw blood use the right arm with a butterfly needle. It's more likely you'll get something there." He said calmly.

"Are you currently under the influence of anything as of right now?"

"What the fuck part of "Clean for 4 years" didn't you understand?"

"I thought you said 3?"

Oleander stopped as his glare hardened. It was surprising how mean he could be when he really tried to be. The doctor seemed to freeze for a moment, looking down to the boy in front of him as if ready to get out of the way had he jumped towards him.

"Does it fucking matter? I'm clean." Oleander spat.

"It's essential..."

Oleander quickly displayed his arms showing all side them to show he had no track marks.

"And you're toes."

Oleander's eyes narrowed to a dangerous point before brought each foot up to show that he was indeed clean. "Anything else?" He then questioned only to get a shake of the head.

The examine seemed to drag on ridiculously slow. Oleander's fighting spirit seemed to die every time the doctor marked something down on his chart. It wasn't all to long before he was laying on his side half asleep as the doctor and Luca sat in the kitchen discussing Oleander's condition.

The doctor sat across the table from Luca scribbling down a few prescriptions before he began to speak. "He's in pretty bad condition Luca. I won't lie to you. It's obvious just by looking at him that he doesn't eat but it seems as though his stomach has been empty for so long that it's begun to shrink. As a result of that, dispute what he tells you, he's in quite a bit of pain due to the system dissemblance. So, for as long as you have him here, you have to keep him eating. Nothing heavy though because the shrinkage is so severe, if he takes in to much, it can cause ripping of the stomach lining which can potentially kill him. I suggest things like apple sauce or soup" He said guesting to the pot on the stove "To gradually stretch his stomach again."

"He's not going to want to eat because he's not going to feel hungry, but you have to push him to do so or he's not going to get better. He is severely anemic, so he's fragile, and if he gets cut he will bleed a lot. So keep an eye on that. I have prescribed protein pills to help that, the down side is that it is going to upset his stomach and make him very tired. So balance these through out the day. He is horribly malnourished, which is why he is so fragile to the touch, there are super vitamins in there for that. I also prescribed novlin insulin because the sudden in take of food can possibly cause is blood sugar to shoot up, in this case give him no more then 1 unit shots at a time." James took in a long breath as he turned the page to continue reading the notes that he had, "He also has bronchitis and pneumonia with fluid in his lungs from being out in this weather for so long. Keep him warm, inside, and make sure he gets plenty of fluids. Make sure he takes the anti-inflammatory and the anti-biotic every 4 hours or they won't work. I will call to check up on him every few days to see him progress alright?"

With this the doctor stood from the table and handed Luca the scripts. "Once he gets better, Luca, don't let him get like this again. He obviously means something to you or I wouldn't be here right now. You're friend, or what ever he is to you, is very close to dieing. If I were you, I'd pack him up and take him to the hospital where he can get the proper care." James let out a long sigh as he put on his jacket and hat "But, I highly doubt that is an option. So just follow my instructions and keep in touch with me alright?" With this the doctor started towards the door nodding towards Oleander on his way out.

Oleander stared up at the ceiling for a while before he called to Luca, a goofy ass grin plastered across his face. "Fucking told you you didn't want to know eh Luca? What's the damage dolly? I'm I going to drop dead in the next 10 minutes or what?" He asked with a taunting chuckle to his voice blatantly making fun of the situation despite the lack of humor.

OOC: Kay, it's edited. >.<
 
Luca listened closely, even making notes as the doctor told him what he'd need to do to help Olli get better. It was almost funny how he'd suddenly resorted to housewife mode. "There's not much I can do to stop him, and if I tried to haul him to the hospital he'd probably kill me before we got there." He said with a small laugh. "We'll manage though... I'd like to think he's more durable than he looks."

He walked the doctor to the door, seeing him off before moving back to the bed. "He told me exactly what I wanted to know- and you've got a bit longer than ten minutes." He loomed over Olli, "He said I should haul your ass straight to a hospital. He also told me how to take care of you if that wasn't an option- so here's the deal. I'm going to do my best to take care of you as long as you cooperate and get better. If you argue with me I'll tie you down, tell the medics your delusional, and let them haul you away."

He took a seat on the bed, "It's nothing too hard, you'll have to start eating again, and you'll be taking pills left and right... but... you should be better in no time." He said warmly. "Are you ready for some soup? It should be just about done."
 
Oleanders eyes narrowed at that threat; so, had he not cooperated he would be drugged and set off to a hospital? That wasn't much of a threat. "You sure you wana make that challenge Luca?" He asked smirking slyly, as he looked out of the side of his face over to the other man. "Don't make idle threats, they’ll land you in a shit tone of trouble." He said with a sigh as he forced himself up.

His defenses were still up but it was easy sent that he was calming down, his nicer side coming out again as he managed to make himself relax bit by bit. "I'm really not all too hungry." He said shaking his head a bit in protest even though he knew he would be forced to eat any way. "So, what is the damage anyway?"
 
"You're eating." He said flatly. "We'll start small, and it'll all be easy on your stomach. If you don't eat, you'll die- and that's not a threat, it's a promise backed with medical fact." He pulled out the note pad he'd been writing on, "Malnourished, bronchitis, pneumonia, shrunken stomach, watery lungs... the list goes on. You messed yourself up pretty good." He said with a sigh, watching as Olli seemed to ease up.

"As long as you take the medicine, eat, and get some rest you'll be alright. Now," He stayed close, letting Olli try it on his own, but ready to catch him the moment his balance wavered. "To the table- there's soup, and you backed out on a game of rummy." He reminded him, "I'm not letting you get out of it that easy."
 
Oleander grimaced as the list was read off. Really? Was he that bad off? He knew he had been feeling bad for a while now but he always chalked that up to the fact that he was clean and his system just never got used to it again. But this?

"Damn. And that's me clean." He said with half a smirk as he tried to joke off the idea, though failing to find any real humor in the situation. "So. How exactly am I going to pay you back for all of this eh? I mean, I don't expect you to just take me off of the streets and nurse me back to health. That's just unrealistic.

He let out a sigh as he was was urged up to the table and he slowly stood up, glancing over to Luca irritable as he walked close to him. "Stop tranna hold my hand ya fag." He joked as he pushed the other man away from him by the side of his face. "Look, the only way this is going to work is if you stop worrying so much. As you just said, I'm not going to fall over dead. If I need you're help, I'll ask for it but treating me like a child by carrying me around and shit is just going to piss me off alright?" He smiled a bit as he started toward the kitchen setting himself down at the table. He stared blankly at the deck of card in front of him not necessarily wanting to play anymore, but, perhaps if he distracted Luca enough he could get out of eating anything. "You deal." He said suddenly looking over to him.
 
"Unrealistic or not, that's what I'm doing. If you want to pay me back, you'll take your medicine, eat your food, and get well as fast as you can- and promise me you won't ever let yourself get in this shape again." He said calmly.

He didn't seem to appreciate the hand in his face, "Oh, don't think I'm worried about you, I just don't want blood splatter on my carpet if you fall and crack your head open." He said, clearly joking. He backed off anyway, though he didn't turn his back to dish their bowls until Olli was safely seated. "I'll deal in a minute." he said, as he set the bowls on the table, along with a bag of saltines. "The doc said you'll need to be on easy to digest things for a while, until your pathetic excuse for a stomach bulks up again... but after that, if there are things you particularly like eating, I can make a point of making them. Just let me know."

He started dealing the cards, "So... let's talk about something less depressing..." He said as he passed Olli some cards. "Let's see... do you still draw?" He asked tentatively, hoping that was a safe topic.
 
Ollendaer nodded, the dimple in the side of his face forming agian as he did so. "I do, I haven't for a while for lack of time but I never really stopped." He let out a small sigh as he ruffled his hair and looked down at the food set in front of him. "Well... it smells good." He said with a slightly sarcatic smile as he took in a spoon fool of food, he nodded a bit and looked over to Luca. "Not bad." He looked over this hand before he began to rearrange this cards and waited for Luca to put his first card out, "Rummy." He, perking a cocky brow as he said this.

"So, you still play?
 
"I'd like to see how much you've improved since high school... You must be good if it landed you a job at a tattoo parlor." He said as he laid out cards, folding his hand as he thought before finishing his turn and working on his soup. "Hmm? Yeah... I still play. Not as much as I used to, and my dreams of being famous didn't survive the impact of reality." He said with a shrug. "I play at a local tavern some nights when I'm after some extra income. I don't make enough doing it to do it full time, but it's enough or the occasional treat."
 
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