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Elliot stood up from the table, wincing as the chair squeaked against the floor. He announced to the others that he was going to get some air so they at least knew where he was, and left.
The round has gone horrible. He landed maybe one good pizza, but it seemed like the killers were learning and kept hitting as soon as the survivor grabbed his pizza, so none of them actually got healed minus his one good pizza. He also managed to throw a pizza as they got hit to be finished off, so that was a pizza wasted regardless of if the killers knew how to negate his healing.
Of course every time someone would be available for a pizza and 1x, the killer that round, wasn’t nearby to instantly negate the healing, he was on cooldown. And of course in that time someone else died and then 1x went after the low survivor. He was left alone for LMS.
As you can guess, he died. He had a horrible start, having tried to save Chance which meant he had absolutely no distance when LMS started, and naturally he got caught up to eventually. 1x’s projectiles are also just really hard to dodge now since she knows how every survivor runs.
He walked down to the docks, sitting over the edge. Nobody dared to go into the water anymore, not after Chance got attacked in the waters once. Clearly it was neutral area, and Jason was always a fan of bodies of water.
With a sigh he curled up into himself, leaning against a support pole. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than nothing. At least they still got some semblance of silence when it was needed.
Nobody dared to bother him, they knew he needed space. Taking advantage of that, he allowed himself to drift. He thought about escaping, about the round, about going back home and seeing his family.
How would they react? How long has passed since he’s been here, is his family even alive? Do they even remember him? He supposes he’ll never really know. He tries to stay positive and all, but he truly doubts they can escape.
They’ve been here so long now, surely if there actually was an escape route they would’ve found it by now, but they haven’t. They’re still stuck here dying over and over again.
Of course he’ll never admit this, but it’s how he feels. He keeps drifting, thinking about everyone he’s met here, wondering how their lives were before all of this. Some he knew for sure, but others weren’t as open about their lives like he was. He never was one to share a lot about his personal life.
He wondered how their families and friends would react if they managed to escape, if his family would try to contact them asking about him. So many questions and yet he had no answers.
This was silly. Yet, it kept him entertained. It let him believe at least for a little while that not everything was completely miserable.
It didn’t take awfully long until he fell asleep, who wouldn’t? Peaceful, thinking of reuniting with you family after so long. He truly did miss them.
***
When he woke up he was back in his cabin, and he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes, looking around to find it was empty. Strange..he shared a cabin with Chance, and usually they didn’t wake up until later. Maybe Chance just woke up early today?
Deciding not to linger on it, he stands up and starts walking to the main cabin to make some breakfast, breathing a little heavier than normal. His eyes were still heavy, he felt too warm, and his head was hurting a little, but he chalked it up to having not woken up fully yet. He forced himself to seem like he was breathing normally when he walked in, waving at the others who came up to him but avoiding any actual conversations, saying he was still waking up.
The others looked worried at how tired he still was this late in the day, but nobody said anything. He walked to the kitchen and started on breakfast, cracking the eggs into a pan and starting to scramble them, making a separate pan for omelettes since he knew some survivors liked those more. He didn’t bother with sunny side up or sunny side down, as the others didn’t care for having those.
Once finished he placed everyone’s plates on the table and asked someone else to yell. Veeronica ends up doing it, as she was the only one there that was confident enough to do so. Gosh, Elliot’s throat felt sore..was he getting sick? No, he probably just needs a drink. He grabs some water while everyone files into the dining room, sitting down and starting to eat. Conversations start to fill the area, and when Elliot comes back he’s immediately asked by Guest if he’s alright.
He blinks at the suddenness of it but nods, taking a sip of water before responding.
”Throat’s just a little sore.”
”..and you still haven’t woken up?”
A nod.
”Even after cooking?”
Another nod, more hesitant this time.
Guests frowns, putting a hand to his forehead, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes how warm he was.
”Are you sure you’re alright? You’re pretty warm too.”
”..I was just cooking, and I take a while to wake up.”
A lie, he usually woke up almost instantly, but he wasn’t going to say that. He was sure he was fine! Just a little tired today.
”If you say so..”
Guest replies, giving it up for now but he gives him a worried glance every once and a while.
Elliot gives him a weak smile every time, but he finds that he can barely eat. His appetite is gone, but he pushes through and tries to eat at least something so the others don’t notice something is wrong and view him as even less than after that horrible last round.
Luckily nobody notices or decides to not bother him about it, and the next round starts. Elliot feels much more dizzy than usual when he teleports, and thank goodness the killer today wasn’t feeling up to killing. It happened sometimes, they would just wander around or sit in a specific part of the map.
Once Elliot realized that he sat down as well, letting himself take a nap for the rest of the round, not even bothering to see who the killer was, just trusting that Builderman wasn’t lying to him, He was feeling too miserable to want to actually go and check anyways.
He wakes up a while later in another round, blinking tiredly as he comes to his senses. The round seemed to have just started as nobody is hurt, or the killer is friendly again.
The killer was not in fact friendly. He watches Dusekkar start to lose health and sprints over to him, throwing a pizza his way before hiding away in case the killer decided he was a better target.
Dusekkar takes the pizza and actually manages to loop the killer, who he found out was Guest 666, the whole round with the help of his pizzas and the occasional stuns from the sentinels. Thank goodness.
They spawn back in the cabin, and Elliot actually stands up this time, saying his going to make lunch. He’s pretty sure it’s lunch time anyways, at least two rounds have happened.
He starts up lunch, keeping it simple because his head was aching like crazy, but he didn’t connect it to him possibly being sick at all. He thought the lights were just more annoying or something today, The Spectre was weird like that. It liked changing random things up to make them more miserable, and besides nobody had gotten sick here before.
Sure him getting sick could be what The Spectre had decided to do to make this place more miserable, but he didn’t think that’s what it was.
Little did he know.
Once he was finished with lunch, he plated everything and asked Guest to yell this time, in which he looked worried but did so. Everyone filled the dining room again, and Guest paid more attention to Elliot. He watched as he mostly just messed around with his food, taking occasional bites, but they were small ones and definitely not enough to fill him up.
He decided not to confront him in front of everyone else, as Elliot would just deny it and say he just wasn’t hungry at the moment. Maybe if they were alone together he could get Elliot to feel more comfortable and confess what’s going on, because clearly something was happening. He was sleeping more than usual, was unnaturally warm at breakfast, and seemed pretty out of it.
Unluckily for him, Elliot stayed nearby others for a bit too long and then a round started. Elliot wasn’t in it, but Guest was. He sighed, but promised himself to check up on him after the round.
The round itself wasn’t horrible, Noli was an annoying killer and a couple survivors died, but he ended up taking too long for each kill which eventually resulted in their victory. He did also get a few nice parries in there, as Noli kept trying to bounce off of him to end a kill and he always had his block available when he did.
Once they spawned back in at the table, he goes to try to find Elliot, but it ends up he was taking another nap. Way too much to be normal..he needs the sleep though, so Guest lets him be. In the meantime, he talks to Chance who was relatively close to Elliot.
”Do you think Elliot is sick..? He’s been off all day.”
Guest whispers on the beanbag upstairs, having dragged Chance away from the slot machines for a moment to talk.
”Probably. He’s been sleeping a lot and keeps zoning out, and his cheeks seem a little red but from heat, not embarrassment. I mean, you felt his forehead, was he warm?”
“Yeah..and he’s been tired all day even with the naps. I want to make sure he’s okay but I don’t think I can do it with everyone else because Elliot will just deny it. Not sure how to go about it.”
”hm..offer to help him cook dinner, keep him steady when he inevitably keeps getting tired. It’ll be a lot harder for him to deny it after that. For now just make sure he doesn’t do anything strenuous and keeps resting.”
With that advice, he walked back downstairs and sat next to Elliot, waiting for him to wake up. Another round passed during that time, and Elliot eventually woke up at dinner time, looking exhausted and confused as he saw Guest next to him.
”Morning. Did you rest well?”
Guest asked, placing a hand on his back as he sat up, hazy. It took a while but eventually Elliot nodded, leaning into him without realizing it.
”What time is it..?”
”around dinner time. Actually, I wanted to ask you, do you mind if I help you cook today?”
Usually Elliot wasn’t a huge fan of cooking with others, but this time he nodded. He knew he needed some help, and he felt too tired to even stand up right now. He took guest’s hand and let him help him up, even though he didn’t remember seeing Guest stand up.
They walked to the kitchen together, though Guest was careful to support him the whole time. He blinked sleepily as he was lifted up and placed on the counter, leaning against the kitchen wall.
”alright..any ideas for dinner today chef?”
Guest asks with a grin, getting a short giggle out of Elliot. His voice was raspy, from the sleep or sickness neither were sure, and he swallowed after, trying to rid of the soreness.
”hm..up to you. I didn’t have a plan.”
Guest nods, looking around to see what all they had. After a while of searching he decided to make a burger, grabbing the meat and starting to cook, occasionally glancing over at Elliot who was only somewhat awake.
Luckily he wasn’t trying to do anything, just watching Guest cook. While the meat was cooking, he grabbed some buns and toppings survivors might want on their burgers, including some lettuce, tomato’s, ketchup and mustard, and after some thought he grabs some bacon and fries too, whatever he thinks they might want.
He flips the burgers, then starts cooking the bacon, preheats the oven, then starts placing the fries on a tray. Elliot notices of course, and stands up to try to help. He moves to flip the bacon while Guest’s back is turned, grabbing a knife to cut the tomato’s into slices.
Yet, he didn’t end up flipping the bacon. A lot bang rung out instead, and when Guest turned around, startled, he saw Elliot half on the ground with his hand on the burning stove.
He gasped, moving over and taking his hand off of the stove and picking him up, taking him over to the sink and making the water warm before placing his hand over it, gradually lowering the temperature.
Elliot was fast asleep luckily, so it didn’t seem like he was experiencing any of the pain. He sighed softly, and once he was done with the water he wrapped it up and placed him back on the counter, worried but he couldn’t let the food burn.
He took the hamburgers off, adding cheese to most of them, then flipping the bacon and placing the fries in the oven. Then he just focused on the bacon, eventually taking them off and putting them on a plate, then taking out the fries and placing it on top of the stove.
He cut up the tomato’s after realizing he forgot to do so, doing the same with the lettuce, asking Shedletsky to yell for everyone when he had walked in while Guest’s was still cutting lettuce.
Once he was done, everyone had arrived and he made his own burger first before letting everyone else eat, saying he was going to take Elliot to make sure he was okay because he was for sure sick.
The others just nodded, they had all seen how sick he was, moving on without them and starting to eat.
Guest carried Elliot on his hip over to his own cabin, settling him in bed and tucking him in. He places down his plate, then goes back into he main cabin for a moment to grab water, a cool towel, and some tea, hoping it’ll help.
After grabbing everything, he walks back to Elliot and places the towel on his forehead, placing the cup of water and the tea on the side table for when he woke up.
Now he just waits for him to wake up..while he waits, he starts eating. Hopefully Elliot would be hungry enough to at least have something when he woke up, even if it was just soup.