Ariv: "Why do you insist on being so frustrating??" Ariv groaned, running a hand smoothly through his hair. "Can't you just let me help you? I mean, what on Earth do I have to do to help you?!"

George: George chuckled faintly as a blush slowly crept to his cheeks. "I am glad you think that I guess?" George smiled, running his hands through Chris's hair. "Do you want me to get you water and painkillers?"

Chris: he mumbled some nonsense under his breath, weakly wrapping his arms around George. "No, mine, stay." He muttered into his chest keeping his eyes closed as the lights in the room were too bright for him.

Ariv: "It is, but I feel obligated to help you," Ariv sighed, looking away. "I really want to help you so please just let me do so."

George: "Mhmm... fine...," George muttered softly, closing his eyes happily. George used one hand to cover Chris's eyes from the lights while he kept his other hand around Chris.

Alastor: he chuckled seemingly amused by this information. "You're not obligated to....do...anything" he slowly seemed to be drained of what little energy he had left.

Ariv: "Well it feels as though I do and that's good enough." Ariv paused before frowning as he looked to Alastor. "How are you currently feeling?"

George: "I love you too," George mumbled quietly. George moved only slightly to kiss Lucas a quick goodnight before trying to drift off to sleep himself.

Alastor: he put a hand to his forehead with a groan. "Like I need a nap... or two... maybe three.." he put a hand over his mouth as his gag reflex kicked in. "And maybe a garbage can."

Ariv: "Oh um... One moment please," Ariv reported before going and grabbing a small bin. "It's not a trash can, but it is similar enough yes?"

George: George stirred slightly at Chris's mumbling, opening his eyes and listening to his worlds before giving a soft laugh.

Alastor: he snatched the bin, vomiting up stomach acid and blood. He wiped his mouth holding his head up with his other arm. "I think I'm going to pass out..."