[Mini Event] [se] a rung too high

SUNJATA

the flood

all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed

Is he going to be fine? It feels like needles stinging down his throat. He wants to inhale, to spit it back up at first, and then…? Then everything melds away, a dry pain and a throbbing headache melds away, a grunt of a sound leaving him as Nate squeezes his hand and he squeezes back. He swallows the rest of it down, leaning forward with the hand with the cup braced against the barrel – right when he realizes Nate’s throwing it back up.

But he’s better now, at least temporarily, and he drops the cup to wrap his arms around Nate, pulling him in, realizing that something was still wrong, and sighs heavily. “Ek het jou.” He murmurs, trying to make sure Nate wasn’t going to have even more problems. He doesn’t relish in his health just yet, not as his gaze lifts to Remi and Ronin, some strange cross between thankfulness and sorrow hidden within the steel.

The fever breaks for Sunjata, but Nate still feels warm, still feels too hot, and he can’t quite relish in the sensation of feeling better than he has since the season’s changed, not when Nate’s still sick.

At least one of them was sane for the time being.

i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough