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Mister- um, Dr. Watson. Are you there?

[There's a sense of urgency, definite worry and maybe slight panic to their voice.]

[That's a concerning tone, not to mention the correction to doctor.]

Yes, I'm here, Frisk. What's wrong?

It-

[There's someone else nearby, he can probably hear them in the background.]

It's Lutha. I think he's hurting a lot but I dunno what happened.

Can you tell me how he's hurting? Where the pain seems to be?

I- hold on.

[There's a brief pause and in the background he can probably hear them speaking, likely asking Lutha himself. His reply is likewise not very distinct, though it's clear he's struggling, his voice strained.]

H-he says it's everywhere. It's hurting all over.

[John frowns.]

And you said it just suddenly started happening? Neither of you were doing anything that might have triggered something from the Admin or one of the ghosts around town?

[He can't see it, but they're shaking their head emphatically.]

No, nothing. We're in the split tunnels. We were just trying to find a place to stay.

[That's very not good. Frisk is a sickly child, and he doesn't even know Lutha, other than that the man's incredibly abrasive.]

Okay. What's most important right now, if he can still move, is getting to shelter. If you can help him, even just to steady him, please do. If it's too much weight for you, please find him some sort of rubble, like a long plank he can use as a cane. Whatever the nearest apartment is, head or it, even if you were planning on getting to another point today.

[The audio breaks for a moment. Frisk's voice can be heard, briefly, before their company lets out a hoarse, terrified yell, words lost between gasping but loud enough for Watson to hear:]

Don't fucking touch me---!!!

[It's all he can manage before crumpling right back into a mess of sounds that don't quite make it to the tablet.]

[Well uh. That didn't go well. Frisk's sounding a little strained too, when they come back to the tablet.]

I- I don't think we can move.

[They very definitely cannot move, especially is Lutha doesn't want to work with them. And they can't even be mad at him for it.]

[Well, okay then. That answers that. Damn it.]

Frisk, how long has he been like this? Because it might be some sort of MN Poisoning, but I've never heard of someone experiencing it like this. Not something that immediate and sudden. D'you know if he was suffering from strange aches and pains, shooting pains, particularly, before this happened? You don't have to ask him. Is it just something you noticed? Maybe he was moving slower than normal, or curling over now and again?

And I'm really sorry. I know this is scary. We've got some time before lockdown, though. We can try to let him ride out a little bit of it. Unless either of you has medication? Pain medication, I mean. Aspirin or ibuprofen, maybe?

I... I think he does.

[They hesitate a little. Lutha hadn't ever exactly been happy with them sharing details about him before, but this was an emergency.]

He does seem like he hurts sometimes. Or like it was hard to move. But not anything like this.

You think he has medication? Okay. I want you to fetch it and have him take some of it. Only whatever his regular dose of it is, though.

O-okay. I'll try.

[There's the sound of the tablet being set down, and for a while, things go quieter, save the voices in the background. Frisk's own voice - frantic and urgent, and Lutha's - pained and scared and angry. There seems to be an argument going on.]

Lutha!

[Before long they're back.]

He won't take any. Says he's dying.

[John's frown deepens as he listens to Lutha abusing Frisk over the tablet. The man is in agony, though.]

He's going to be dying if you two can't get moving soon. Can you see any visible injuries on him, at all? Signs of what's happening?

No, nothing. He um-

I think... [They cough a few times, roughly. All the agitation isn't doing it much good.]

He was grabbing his arm and curling up but um. It just kept getting worse.

[John honestly isn't sure what to do here. Frisk can't carry Lutha, which is what John would do. Lutha won't accept medication and Frisk can't exactly force it on the man.]

Frisk, I know this is gonna be awful, but you might need to wait this out. This kind of pain can't last. Or at least it can't last at the level it is forever. It'll come in waves. You need to wait for him to come down from where he is, and then get yourselves as far as you can before the next wave hits. Do you think you can do that?

Okay. I... [They swallow.] Okay. I can do it.

[They trust him. And really now that they have a direction to go in that helps some.]

I'll... I'll call back in a bit.

[... Watson will get the promised call. Frisk's voice is much less urgent than before. Still worried, but more worn out than anything.]

We're inside and. We're okay. It's um. It got better 'n it hasn't gotten worse again.

[Yet, at least.]

Did it just stop all of the sudden like it came on? [This is sounding a little more like what happened with their eyes...] Frisk, have his eyes changed?

No. I think it sorta faded away. Like it was slowly getting better.

[They hesitate.]

His eyes're still glowing. Since that night.

[Their voice is quieter now, and there's a bit of an edge. They don't like what he's implicating.]

[Okay. So no active changes.]

Your eyes haven't changed at all, have they? Or are they still changed from the last time?

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