Private Finished Oh doctor, doctor, I must have gotten the sick some how.

ReD · Jul 24, 2017

He could have died.

For a moment, Lochlann didn't know if he was talking about the morphine tablets he'd taken or what the doctor had done to him. He clutched the vase a little tighter while he thought about it.

He knew something was wrong with him. Lochlann had been having black-outs, where he would fall asleep on the futon and wake up in his bed or on the floor of his shower with no memory of getting there. This scared him because, for the most part, Lochlann couldn't sleep. He'd taken the morphine pills not to sleep, but to deal with the blinding pain from the rainstorms.

And something had started to go wrong. Which was a problem for Lochlann, because he technically weighed over 800lbs, so he should be able to take a lot of those pills without having any problems. The only way he'd have had problems was if he...already had them in his system.

Lochlann hadn't taken any before that. He felt a cold wave come over him.

he was starting to think someone was trying to kill him.

And it never crossed his mind that the doctor literally just confessed to trying to kill him.

"I'm okay with almost dying," he said. His voice was quiet and determined. "If that's the only reason you're not willing to do it again, I could sign a consent form or whatever, say that I accept the risks."

But the doctor was talking about his insomnia and he almost, almost succeeded in derailing him.

"I don't know why i can't sleep," he said. "Doctor, I'm...I'm running a lot now. I'm doing everything I can to make myself tired, and I'm still having a hard time sleeping. I don't know what else to do."

He swallowed.

"What you did was the first thing that's worked. Is there...is there anything I could do that would make it work again?" Lochlann asked.

It was hard to keep the desperation out of his voice.

Boop · Jul 24, 2017

The doctor - almost felt sorry for the young man. How many times had he wished he could sleep since he'd been killed? Escape, pass out, shut Maria up for a moment of peace. To just - have a chance to rest would be a relief. He was so tired.

"I can not sleep... Would you really risk dying just to rest?" His voice was gentler now, though he still didn't let down his guard. The fidgeting continued but was slightly less frantic. He wanted to help Lochlann, but he couldn't do what he was asking, and revealing himself completely was much too risky. And he didn't know how to help the man other than sleeping pills, which if his reaction to morphine was any judge would be entirely ineffective. He was at a loss for how to deal with this inhuman biology.

"I do not think anything I could give you would help. My experience is only with humans. And - you are not human. Have you never slept well before? Are you absolutely certain you are not attempting to force your body into something it does not require? I can not be the only one to have ever helped you sleep."

The doctor looked closely at the young man - He could not do it again, no matter how desperate the other was. He would not be able to handle it, especially not now with this weakness eating him. But how honest could he be? What did he have to say to override the other's desperation and get him to seek a different solution? And how much could he say without revealing too much?

"You say I did something to you. You are okay with almost dying - how much can I trust you? Consider the fact that - I only said I was checking your pulse. And now you have a mark. I will be honest and say - The only reason I am telling you anything is because of that handprint."

ReD · Jul 24, 2017

Would Lochlann really risk dying just to rest?

Fuck yeah he would. Lochlann didn't want to die. He fought long and hard to stay alive, even though arguably it'd be better off if he was dead. He used to spend a long time lying awake at night and thinking about that, too.

When he slept his dreams were always the same: sex and death.

If he died, no one else would get hurt.

The doctor couldn't sleep, either. Lochlann felt a moment of sympathy for the man, which he quickly retracted because the man was a doctor and doctors could not be trusted. There were demons on this earth, creatures whose entire existence was built on the suffering and torment of mortals, and they did not scare him nearly as much as doctors.

On the note of demons, Lochlann's face turned a quick shade of scarlet and he looked away quickly. Yeah, there'd been something else that had worked. Her name was Chloe. He hadn't seen her since he fucked that relationship up, by, well, fucking her.

"Yes, I tried something that worked before," Lochlann said. He couldn't meet the doctor's eyes for this so Lochlann stared deep into the abyss inside the vase. The nothingness of it calmed him a little bit. "I used to have a succubus come and feed on me. And that worked. But it's not exactly a practical fix."

He swallowed.

The doctor brought up a valid point--did fae even need to sleep? Lochlann wasn't sure about others. He knew his parents had lived a few hundred years by going in and out of faerie, where time moved differently, but Lochlann had been aging like a normal person. He needed to eat and breath to live, and presumably sleep. Without it, he would feel lethargic, would drift off and pass out in class, or worse, be awake for days but feel like he was in a dream. It was feast or famine with sleep.

He'd stopped sleeping well when he was in middle school.

"Yes," Lochlann said. He needed sleep.

He was still staring down into the lithe curve of the vase when he considered what the doctor was saying. The hand print. He glanced away from the vase's sexy neck and to his arm, but his jacket covered it.

How much could he trust Lochlann?

"Not very much," Lochann said. "And I don't trust you. You're...what, a demon?"

he usually didn't ask about powers, but given that the man had knocked him out like a succubus had, he was willing to venture a guess.

Plus, the doctor had his file.

Lochlann already felt vulnerable knowing the doctor knew what he was.

"Does it help you?" he asked. "Whatever you did to me?"

Boop · Jul 24, 2017

The doctor noted the blush. He couldn't begin to interpret it - although he guessed something about the method the young man had used was an embarrassment. And then Lochlann said it was a succubus that had helped him and William's eyes shone with hatred. He tried to calm his instinctive reaction to that statement. He had met demons on this island. They had been... well they had certainly not seemed to be at all like Maria. And he was fairly certain that succubus's method of feeding would do nothing to help anyone. But the idea of feeding and lust and demons - he felt ill - it was a reminder of the one possessing him and of being fed on himself.

Backing further into the wall, the doctor shivered briefly. That word had scattered his thoughts again and he was having some trouble focusing on everything the young man was saying. Lochlann did need sleep but he allowed a ... he allowed someone to feed on him to achieve it. The doctor had no idea why the boy could not sleep, then. Too much energy, perhaps? He wasn't sure why feeding on him had helped and - "Why don't you -" he stopped himself abruptly. He was not going to suggest to someone to go to a succubus voluntarily even if he did want to get rid of the young man. The idea sickened him.

And then Lochlann admitted he couldn't be trusted but that seemed honest in itself. And he didn't seem to have told anyone about a demon feeding off him - except for the doctor himself... He was considering, debating, torn - back to being agitated because of this discussion. Then the young man asked the one question that pressed all the wrong buttons.

William's eyes snapped up to the young man's face, blazing with fury. It took everything he had to not punch his patient, and he shook with the effort, momentarily speechless.

When he finally found his voice it was nearly a whisper, but sharp, "A demon killed me. She has stolen from me. Do not ever ask me that again." Said demoness laughed in William's head at both the question and his response, and the doctor suddenly looked nervous again, rage forgotten, tensing as if waiting for something to fall on his head.

There were a few silent moments, stretching out, where the doctor just stayed hunching his shoulders and slightly curling in on himself. But nothing happened.

The doctor blinked up at Lochlann, eyes dead again, the anger passed. He shook his head as if to clear it. Then considered the young man's last question.

Carefully phrasing his words, he answered. "No, it did not help. I was - interrupted. You would interrupt me again and that would not help me."

ReD · Jul 25, 2017

The shift in the doctor's tone caught Lochlann off guard.

Despite being taller than the man by over a foot and probably weighing double what he did, the doctor scared him. Lochlann knew what kind of power's doctors had. Something about the way he'd reacted, about the way he'd looked like he wanted to hurt him so bad, reminded Lochlann of Dr. Hart. He had a sudden horrible flashback to someone he loved tying him to a hospital bed so a doctor could shove a tube down his throat and he was so, so powerless and-- no.

Lochlann took another step back from the doctor. His heart was racing.

Okay. So the doctor wasn't a demon. But he'd been killed by one.

"I'm sorry," Lochlann said, because being killed by one but still being here must be an unpleasant circumstance. He stroked the vase for a moment, his long fingers caressing its curves.

But it also killed off whatever bit of hope Lochlann had remaining. His shoulders slumped. He took yet another step back and eyed the window, as though making sure he still had an escape route.

He said Lochlann had interrupted him.

"What would happen if you weren't interrupted?" Lochlann asked.

His voice was already very quiet. he suspected he knew the answer.

Boop · Jul 25, 2017

The flaring up of the young man's fear left the doctor a little dizzy, his overactive cravings going a wild. He licked his lips trying to taste more while also backing himself up even further into the wall and jamming his hands behind his back, fighting his instinctive urge to - get closer.

Why couldn't the young man just take no for an answer?

Right now William was so weak, drained, hungry - he would drain Lochlann with no regrets (at least none in the moment). But the young man was too strong. He couldn't do this. As it was he was likely to kill someone tonight if anyone vulnerable crossed his path. He was going to have to shut himself in for a few days if he hoped to resist. Not that resistance did much since he did have to feed to stop from fading and he did not have enough of his own strength for that to mean anything but someone dying. But at least he could lie to himself and say he was fighting.

He heard the quietness in the young man's voice, was tasting his fear. The doctor knew the young man suspected something and that if he had been thinking clearly, he would probably have more than suspicions.

"You almost died," he repeated, too agitated to try and soften his words. Hopefully, the young man would actually understand that statement this time. He really hated admitting to this - he was not proud of the things he had done, even though he knew he'd continue to do them. "And all it accomplished was..." he trailed off, not wanting to discuss how his cravings hadn't been satisfied and had instead grown worse or the deaths that followed. He changed what he had been about to say, hoping the young man missed the pause. "It accomplished nothing."

ReD · Jul 26, 2017

So if the doctor hadn't been interrupted when he fed on him, Lochlann would die. And the feeding had to be complete before he would get any benefit.

That....

must suck.

Lochlann thought of it that way instead of thinking, yes, I know what that's like. Lochlann did not want to make too many similarities between himself and a doctor. Of all the things in the world Lochlann could find some similarities with, William would be a fucking doctor. Lochlann was a monster and

He was still tense with fear. Lochlann could not forget that he was in a doctor's office. He swallowed.

He was completely and utterly hopeless.

It wasn't that Lochlann really had a lot of hope coming in here. It had been a sliver, at best, but he'd grabbed onto that sliver of hope like a dying man grabs onto his last breath of air.

He was fucked.

He'd always known it. He always thought, if i just try harder this time things will be different. But Lochlann was running out of things to try. His lost got smaller and smaller every day. Lochlann's heart thumped in his chest. If William reached over to drain him right now, Lochlann wasn't even sure if he'd put up a fight when it came to the end.

But...

of course he would.

Because Lochlann's biggest flaw is that he wanted to be alive.

"This isn't over," Lochlann said, suddenly. Now that he knew the doctor tried to kill him, Lochlann realized he had something in this relationship that he'd never had before.

Lochlann had an advantage.

Before the doctor could do anything else, Lochlann jerked suddenly towards the door.

"THIS ISNT OVER," he said again, and he grabbed the handle, slinked out, and closed the door.

Then he opened it and shouted back in, "AND IM KEEPING YOUR VASE."

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