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Aiden was pissed - No- he was furious.
Or perhaps it was simply the extreme stress stacking up on him that Lukas was ill and potentially dying and the people of Sky City - or whatever the hell they were going to name the new town - would do nothing about it.
That was it.
If he had the one who had been sick, he wouldn't have blinked an eyelash, heck he probably deserved it.
But Lukas- Lukas did not. Lukas helped try and stop Aiden when the city burned; Lukas helped Isa, helped Jesse.
Aiden flinched as he heard Lukas retch beyond the closed doors of the guest room. Jesse trying his best to sooth the pain.
Isa stood outside his front door, but she wouldn't come in. She couldn't actually, Aiden wouldn't let her in. He was upset and slightly irrational, but not stupid. He was already risking enough by bringing her to his front door.
Over the past few months, Aiden had come to respect Isa. Both had formed a mutual acquaintance with each other. Aiden helped her people get the 'down to earth' experience they needed to survive and in return she made sure he survived the few villagers with a knife and a grudge. To repeat on a previous statement; destroying a city had major, major setbacks!
Milo and Reginald where there as well, the only other local and the only guard Aiden was on agreeable terms with.
"Aiden I'm sorry," Isa stressed, "But if he truly has something-" she hesitated as more noise came from the guest room. She looked at Aiden - in a moment his frustration and stress were snuffed- for there were tears of helplessness threatening to destroy the woman with the usual iron composure. "Aiden, my people never suffered sickness in Sky City. If this disease gets to them-"
"They'll all die," Aiden finishes. He sighs heavily when Isa gives him another pained look.
He wasn't surprised actually, kinda expected it to be honest. But the truth was still frustrating and very painful.
They just couldn't risk it.
"If you need anything-" Milo started.
"There isn't much you can do," Aiden stopped him short, hand grabbing the door knob. He gave the trio a soft smile, "But thanks for trying."
The door closed, cutting them off. Keeping the sickness from spreading the only way he knew how.
Ivor walked up shortly after the door clicked shut, "Anything?"
"They can't help, not with the risk of epidemic."
The older male sighed, "I figured as much. But I have news; I know what Lukas has been infected with."
Aiden looked over hopefully. "That's good?"
Ivor's response was not however, "That's also the problem Aiden. Now I know exactly what we're dealing with."
"And- and it's bad?"
Ivor looked towards the door, worry clouding his eyes and stressing his features, "I'm afraid we're running quickly out of time."