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]

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.