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"Im gonna fight you! I don't care if you're a so-supposed 'immortal demon', I'll still beat you!" Wemmbu spat out, his tone laced with anger. "Right, right.... What'd i even do to you, bro? There's no reason to be doing all this!" Flame responded--he raised an eyebrow; head cocked to the side slightly. "Nononono. You aren't giving me any of that 'innocent' bullcrap." Wemmbu stomped forward, the heel of his boot making a thump noise. "Really now?... Down here? A cave fight?' Flames grin tilted upwards by an inch, a smug expression on his face. Wemmbu kept silent for a beat, the only sounds were water from dripstones hitting the stone floor repeatedly. "What?" Flame asked, "You thinking about it, huh? Well, you're not going to be using your precious little mace down here. The roof level isn't high enough." Flame added. "You're right." Wemmbu said coldly. "And you aren't very good at melee battle, are you now?" Flame replied. Wemmbu stared at him with a dark expression, like he was thinking about something--Maybe Flame dying. "Right, well, we're stuck here now! might as well start the countdown." Flame said carelessly, staring up at the roof. Wemmbu started counting. They both got their potions ready, splashing them and drinking them. Flame had alot of potions in his inventory he couldn't really mind losing. You know what they say, the more the merrier as long as your winning! Or...Maybe the last part wasn't said. Flame drunk the last potion, dropping it onto the ground. He was ready to fight--until some kind of bile threatened to come up his throat, Flame gagged, swallowing it back down. Flame didn't know what that was, but it wasn't good. He'd heard those stories of people drinking too many potions and becoming ill...He just didn't know it could happen to him...He wasn't mortal, he didn't think it'd applied to him. "Woah. Holy- Holy cow, man. I'm ill..." Flame muttered out, he couldn't really open his mouth much and not have vomit trying to come out. Wemmbu stopped, putting away his things and coming closer to Flame. "How many potions did you drink?..." Wemmbu asked, his inner doctor instinct coming in, even for his not-so-liked acquaintances. "I don't know! I just had alot in my inventory." Flame sputtered, raising his voice. "Right...You need to rest." Wemmbu said slowly, putting away anything else he had in his hands, and shakily picked up Flame. "C'mon man. Put me down. I'm only 55% sure I can walk on my own." Flame admitted. "Yeah, yeah...Do you want to suffer with this for a month? I sure hope the answer is no, so lets go." Wemmbu replied.
Wemmbu arrived at his base, opening the door and setting Flame down on a chair. Then Wemmbu went off to get some supplies. While Wemmbu was gone, Flame looked around for a minute, then wrote down the coordinates in his communicator--But besides that, no mattered how much he tried to focus on something else, there was an irritable headache that seemed to never stop, it just hurt. Flame sighed, raising a hand to his forehead--Flame felt really hot, for some reason...Not that it was bad, necessarily, but it was something he noticed--That was when Wemmbu came in with the supplies. Wemmbu took a seat across from Flame, sighing. "Hm. So, how you feeling?" Wemmbu asked. "I don't like this. My head hurts, Im nauseous, Im a lot hotter than usual, and like- like Im really dizzy..." Flame recited, then he continued to yap on and on until Wemmbu interrupted. "I gotta take your temperature." Wemmbu pulled out the thermometer and held it up to Flame's forehead. 100F. "It's about 100. For a normal human, this is high, but I'm-" "Okay, that's really low for me." Flame interrupted. "But for some reason I feel hot." Flame added, dramatically sighing. Wemmbu just listened, putting the thermometer away. "Mmhm...Well, just- just don't exert yourself, drink some water, go try and get yourself warm." Wemmbu said. "How do I do that, when Im supposed to be resting?" Flame asked. "Aw, uh, just get some blankets, and I'll make you tea." Wemmbu mumbled. "Same question, again." "Okay, I'll just get them for you!" Wemmbu said, sighing as he crossed the room and went back over to toss them down on Flame. "Drink like, alot of water and go to sleep or something." Wemmbu added. Flame didn't have to be told twice, as he soon fell asleep. A few moments later, Wemmbu shook Flame's shoulder, signaling for him to wake up. Flame slowly opened his eyes. "Huh?" Flame muttered, rubbing his eyelids. "Do you feel any better? Can you walk around?' Wemmbu asked. "Yeah, I guess..." Flame said. "Well, I've made the tea..” Wemmbu said, holding the tea and giving it to Flame. “Thanks…appreciate it.” Flamefrags replied, grabbing the cup and sipping it. “You can…Back off now.” Flame added, eyeing Wemmbu. “Oh. Ok. Ok. Sorry.” Wemmbu took a few steps back.
SORRY I GAVE UP I GAVE UP SO BAD THIS IS UNFINISHED BUT IT IS FINISHED