In my time of dying [closed]

[retrieverchef]

WHO: Eliot Spencer, Lindsey McDonald
WHAT: Eliot's sick and this seems to be his time to die.
WHEN: wee hours of the morning before the rave
WHERE: somewhere in the forest
WARNINGS: death

Eliot looked terrible. He'd sick ever since he went back to the ruins for those supplies. Before that, it'd just been a faint hint of something wrong. He moaned in his sleep as he rolled onto one of the open sores from the rash. If Lindsey wanted to, he could count his twin's ribs. Eliot hadn't managed to keep anything down for a couple days and it had been even longer since he'd been able to manage solid food.

He woke up, coughing up blood. He pushed up on a shaky arm, trying to avoid choking as the coughing triggered another round of nausea.

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[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey came back, ducking into their small makeshift shelter with his water bag refilled with some water he managed to collect from the trees. It wasn't much, there was only so much moisture to from leaves, but it should be enough for a few mouthfuls.

"Hey, Eli," he called, rushing quickly over to his twin's side when he saw the other man was waking up. "Got you some water... think you can drink it?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot looked at the water bottle and shook his head. "You drink it," he managed before he started retching again. When his stomach finally calmed, he looked up at Lindsey. It was time. "I'm not making it out this time. Ya should do what ya gotta do to get yourself out."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey helped Eliot up, turning him slightly to one side so in case his brother decided to upend anything, he wouldn't be choking on it. Running a hand down Eliot's back, he sighed and looked down at the dying man.

"Yeah? Could've had me fooled. Now come on, there's enough water for the both of us and it'll help settle your stomach." He lifted the slight container to Eliot's lips.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot shook his head. "Can't, Linds," he said quietly. "You keep it for later. Can't keep anythin' down now."

He looked up at his brother. "I'm holdin' ya back. Ya got a shot yet. Ya gotta take it."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Holding me back from what?" Lindsey knew though, he understood what his brother meant but, as easy as he thought seeing Eliot go would be, it wasn't. Even having not seen him for a decade, it wasn't at all. "Hey, you have been doing pretty good, stop talking like that."

[retrieverchef]

He reached for his brother's free hand. "I'm dyin', Linds," he said before getting interrupted by another coughing fit. Blood stained his lips and hand by the time he was done. "We both know it. And ya can't make it out if you're draggin' dead weight around with ya. Stop worryin' about me. I'll see ya when this is over."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey could see that clearly, but it still hurt more than he thought it would to see his brother like this. While his hand was held in Eliot's, the other slowly put the water skein down. "You're sure on this then?" Out of sight, his hand fingered one of the pocket knives that a well meaning sponsor had gifted him.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot nodded slowly. He hated putting this on bus brother's shoulders but... It was this or drag Lindsey down with him. "I'll see ya after, Linds," he whispered.

[hartless_cowboy]

There it was, time to do the deed. He brought the little pocket knife he got out, but even as he unfolded it, he had no idea how to do this properly. He wasn't that great on anatomy, and the blade on the knife was too small to behead Eliot like he always did with demons. He couldn't even transmute it into a larger blade.

The blade hovered over Eliot's neck for a moment, then over his chest, then back to his neck. Finally, he held the point over Eliot's left breast.

"Alright, Eli... See you later." He stabbed down as hard as he could.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot arched as the knife pierced his chest. He knew as soon as Lindsey placed the knife that this wouldn't kill him. Well, it would but it'd take hours. He just didn't get a chance to say anything first. He groaned quietly as the knife stopped moving and reached for his brother's hand, moving it up to his throat. "This'll work better," he whispered, coughing as his felt his injured lung slowly fill with blood.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey could normally turn his tiny knife into a huge blade, how could he know that it wasn't long enough to actually stab into Eliot's heart? He grimaced when he saw Eliot was still alive. There went the idea of making it quick and... not painless, but at least quick.

"I'm sorry..." And he meant it too.

Instead of dragging the blade out of his brother, Lindsey just took out his other pocket knife and used it to slash Eliot's throat. Blood spilled everywhere, and he hoped he got something good enough to make him bleed out quickly.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot spasmed as his body fought for air but this would do it. The way the blood spurted, Lindsey must've hit his carotid. He could almost feel the blood drain from his body. It wouldn't be long now. He smiled up at Lindsey before letting his eyes slip shut.

[hartless_cowboy]

Sighing, Lindsey waited until he was sure Eliot's stopped breathing and the blood stopped pumping to take both his blades back. He used his brother's shirt to wipe them off, then quickly patted the body down to make sure there was nothing useful he could take. There wasn't much left.

Packing the little amount of water and taking his brother's axe, he sighed and sat there hugging the items as Eliot's corpse cooled beside him. Damn, if he was going to kill him, they should have done so outside.