donotlick | spooky scary

[ Gee thanks. He'd be annoyed except he totally feels like shit too. He rubs at his clammy forehead and takes a shaky breath. ]

Yeah, it was fine. But uh, there's something about the case we gotta talk about in private.

[ An attempt at discretion here... he's really not feeling well so it's obvious it's not a 'I want you alone so we can neck for a while' discussion. He accepts the coffee and takes a smell—

Then frowns and puts it down. Yeah, he's definitely not feeling well. He shakes his head and clears his throat. ]

Then I think I need to go home and nap.

Yeah, alright.

[ Some alone time might give him a chance to figure out what's wrong, too. It's pretty rare for werewolves to get sick, never mind this close to the full moon. Something must be wrong, and Hank doesn't like it. His beta shouldn't be getting sick on his watch. Making sure he's alright is Hank's first priority. He sets a hand on Gavin's shoulder, offering him his side of he needs the support. ]

You wanna try the bathroom? You really don't look so good, man.

[ He kind of stumbles in and leans on him. Hoo boy, shit. Did he eat something bad? ...did he use a silver fork? What the fuck is going on? It's like when he got food poisoning and poor Gran had to dote on him for a week. ]

Y-Yeah, think so. That'll work.

[ Off they go into the bathroom. Once in there, Gavin leans on the sink and takes a few deep breaths. Splashes some cold water on his face. ]

L-Last night, at the scene. I saw her. Beth.

[ Hank all but carries Gavin to the bathroom, locking up behind him just to make sure they aren't followed. He figures whatever Gavin wants to talk about has to do with their 'monthly problem.' What he doesn't expect to hear is his ex-wife's name, not after all these years. ]

You saw Beth?!

[ Fuck. Fuck. That's bad. If Beth was here, then that could only mean she was on a hunt. She always said she wouldn't hunt Hank, after all, she thought Hank would never spread his curse. If she saw Gavin and knew what he was... ]

Fuck. Did she get you with anything? [ Hank steps close and cups Gavin's jaw, taking a closer look at his face. He sniffs him several times, searching for the familiar scent. ] How are you feeling? Seriously.

[ Well being held and sniffed by Hank does make him feel a little better for a moment. He sort of melts into his touch, letting out a sad little coo of a growl. Ugh, he feels like shit.

Gavin grabs onto Hank's forearm. ]

I-I don't know, I don't think so... [ He thinks back and— Oh shit. ] S-She dropped her handkerchief, maybe it had something on it? I...

[ His eyes open wide. ] I think I'm gonna hurl.

[ Cute as they are, Hank would give anything to not have to hear poor Gavin make such sad sounds. ]

Shit. It probably did, knowing her.

[ Hank lets him lean, but guides Gavin to one of the toilets, careful not to jostle him too much. ]

Wolfsbane or something—that'll fuck you up.

Uuugh.

[ He collapses in front of the toilet and suddenly he's vomiting up a bunch of black... gunk. It smells like ash and bile and he heaves until he's gagging out nothing. He doesn't feel... better but the pain seems manageable for the time being.

He falls back on the tile and wipes at his mouth, making a wheezing gurgle of a sound. ]

F-Fuck. What do we do about it?

[ He doesn't get the impression Beth was trying to just make him sick for a few days. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing up with a feeling of impending doom. Death. Fuck. ]

[ Hank rubs his back while he vomits, stroking up and down to soothe him. It hurts to see his beta hurting. His mate. It doesn't sit right with him—Beth was once his family. Maybe she hadn't been part of his pack, but he... he doesn't know what to feel about her.

She hurt Gavin. She poisoned his mate. ]

Me and her are gonna have to have a talk.

[ Hank responds with a growl. Every instinct in him wants to strike back and kill her. But he can't do that—he won't. He just... needs to explain. ]

[ He's too busy feeling like shit to be mad at her. He should have just ignored her, or called Hank... fuck. He wheezes and turns to Hank, burying his face in his chest. (He can't even appreciate how good he looks today.) ]

I-I don't... know how much longer I'm gonna have.

[ He's trembling. His lips are pale and ashy, almost black, and vein-y marbling is staring to appear on his face. Suddenly, his phone rings in his back pocket but he's in no state to reach for it. ]

Fuck, okay. Hold on.

[ Leave it to Beth to put enough wolfsbane on a damn handkerchief to kill a werewolf if left untreated. Fuck. Hank pulls him close and holds him, trying his best to purr softly and give Gavin some comfort while he can. There's gotta be something they can do. ]

It's gonna be fine, okay? Don't fucking talk like that.

[ Hank doesn't let the panic in his voice show. He reaches over and grabs the phone out of Gavin's pocket—they really have only one hope now, and Hank really hopes "Dipshit" is Elijah Kamski. ]

Yeah, what? Oh, thank fuck, Chloe. [ Hank sighs with relief. ] Yes. Yeah. Look up "Wolfsbane poisoning." Ezra needs help now.

[ The purr is a comfort; he tries to focus on Hank's heartbeat and the soft rumble of his voice. Fuck. Fuck. He can't fucking believe this. If this is how he goes out... but it's Chloe, so Eli knows something's wrong. Eli will figure it out, his big brother always looks out for him.

He manages to look up at Hank, his pupils blown to an unnatural and alarming amount. ]

H-Hank I... I—

[ And then he turns green and whirls around to have another vomit session. ]

[ Hank stays close to Gavin, stroking his back and staying on the phone while Chloe runs her search. Thank god androids can find shit in seconds because Chloe and Elijah have already found the ingredients for the cure and can have it delivered to the police station in an hour. ]

Gonna need it faster than that, Chloe.

[ God, Hank wishes he could just take away Gavin's pain. If he could just make it better... Well, actually, Elijah of course chooses that moment to come on the line and tell Hank to just—take his pain in the meantime.

Uh, he can do that? Whatever, Hank will try it. If he can take Gavin's pain, even if it's just for a little while, he'll take it. He doesn't care what it does to him as long as it save Gavin. He grabs his forearm and focuses, ]

It's okay, Gav. It's gonna be fine.

[ He wretches while they're talking and he slumps back into Hank, moaning a little. The poison is slowly seeping through his veins, one can assume the black muck is his body trying to fight it off.

He's getting pale, drenched in a cold sweat. Breathing hard. But then Hank touches him, speaks to him in that soothing voice.

Gavin swallows and it's suddenly a little easier to breath. He curls up into Hank more, pressing his nose right up against his neck. ]

Don't leave me.

[ It hurts, but it's nothing Hank can't handle. It's nothing compared to what Gavin is going through, and he'll hold on as long as it takes. ]

Not on your life. I'll never leave you.

[ Hank holds on. He knows at least Elijah is taking care of the cure and has no doubt already pulled the necessary strings to get something like that delivered into the precinct. He can't believe he has to count on Kamski for this kind of thing, but hopefully once Connor realizes they haven't come back, he'll check in and see what's wrong. The more people they have on their side, the better.

Man, it's nice having a pack you can rely on. And Gavin is a very important part of that pack. ]

Your brother's gonna have the cure here in no time, alright? You know he'd move the world for you.

[ It's easier to think now, even though he isn't well by any stretch of the imagination. He's just sort of clinging to Hank, snuffling at his neck.

He's dying but he know deep in his bones he's being protected. Alpha and family. Why did he think he could make it completely alone for so long? Sorry he was being so difficult for so long after you were gone, Gran. It's better now. Hank's got him. ]

I know... [ Gavin closes his eyes. ] He looks out for me. [ His heartbeat is starting to slow. ] And you... you've always been there too.

[ Who knows how long it is before the bathroom door opens, along with a familiar voice: ] Hank? I received the package from Kamski. Chloe informed me of what was going on so I've kept everyone away from the bathroom.

[ It hurts. It keeps hurting, taking Gavin's pain, but it's fine. Hank can handle it. He will do whatever it takes to keep Gavin safe. He keeps Gavin close to him, channeling away as much pain as he can. ]

I will. I'll be here.

[ He can sense Gavin's breaths slow but he holds on tighter. Thank god Connor makes it in time. ]

Connor. Thank fuck, bring it here. E—Gavin needs that medicine right fucking now.

Yes. I was instructed on how to prepare, one moment.

[ With that, Connor heads over and puts the box on the ground in front of them. He all but rips the box open like it was a peel away food can and starts assembling the items with. A flask of water, various herbs and leaves and a packet of... something. And a lighter? He mixes the things together, then pulls out a plant and sets it alight. It turns to ash into his palm and he siphons it into the flask. He shakes it and offers it to Hank. ]

Here. Quickly, he has to drink it all.

[ ...did Connor just do some lowkey witchcraft in a Detroit police bathroom stall? No matter, Gavin's breathing is getting slower but he has enough sense left to start reaching for the flash with a pale and shaky hand. ]

Once he drinks it, he should vomit just one last time to expel the rest of the poison.

[ Androids doing witchcraft? Well, Hank has officially seen it all but he has no time for that. He takes Gavin's hand and helps guide the flask to his lips. All the while, he's still taking on his pain, still stroking his back and purring to keep him calm. ]

Just take it nice and easy. You're gonna be fine, what'd I tell you?

[ It doesn't taste good at all but when you're on death's door you don't care too much about that. He sips it, then starts to chug it down as he keeps going. Once he's finished with it, he sighs and dips his head back, taking a deep breath. He hopes...

Then, as if a switch was turned, color finally returns to his face. His skin twitches and the bones in his spine pop as things in his body suddenly right themselves. Slowly, his eyes return to normal.

A black tear falls down his cheek and he sniffs his nose. Then, suddenly, he whirls around to hurl one final time. It doesn't smell like death warmed over now, more like your average run of the mill barf.

When he's done he hits the floor again. ]

Fuck! Fuck. That tasted like absolute shit. [ He's fine. ]

[ When it's all finally over, Hank releases a long, tired sigh. He lets go of Gavin and breathes deep, the pain finally receding enough that he feels comfortable removing his hands. ]

Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.

[ Yeah, Hank doesn't care that Gavin smells like barf, he's still going to pull him into a hug. ]

Fuck... I can't believe I almost lost you.

[ Once Gavin appeared to be recovering, Connor slipped back out to make sure no one was going to be using this bathroom for a moment. And to tell Fowler what's going on.

Meanwhile, Gavin is still moving a little slow as Hank pulls him into a hug. What? Oh... oh. His cheeks feel warm and he hugs him back, burying his face in his neck. ]

Can't get rid of me that easily, I guess. [ He presses in close. Shit, this better be the last time he almost dies this month. ] Sorry for... all of that. I should have been more careful.

It's not your damn fault. I should've been there. I should've smelled her the second she came into town.

[ Hank keeps hugging him close, nuzzling at his hair and purring deep and loud. He's a little lightheaded from the pain thing but that doesn't matter. ]

This is on me, Gavin. I'm your alpha. I'm supposed to keep shit like this from happening.

[ Gavin keens, tilting his head so Hank can get to his bite mark. He shivers as his growl hits him right in the ribs. ]

M'not mad at you, it's fine. I'm fine now. Don't want her to hurt you...

[ He shifts a little and looks at him, smiling faintly. Gavin brings a hand up to cup his cheek, running his thumb through his freshly trimmed beard. ]

Y'look good with your hair back.

[ He's a little lightheaded too, so no filter for compliments. ]

[ Hank scents at his neck and starts to press his teeth against the mark, biting softly to feel that warm, perfect connection they share. This is definitely more than just alpha and beta stuff, but now isn't really the time to talk about it. ]

I'm supposed to protect you, idiot.

[ But man, Hank is just so happy Gavin is alive, he definitely loves him. Just the way his dumb compliment sends his heart skipping is proof enough. ]

I was trying something new. Got inspired by this hot prick I know.

[ Gavin coos at the teeth, his heart wanting to pop from the affection that overwhelms him. He's been too hesitant to name it because if he names it then it's truly real but... he loves him too. Has loved him to some degree since he was a fresh faced rookie, but it's so deep and true now. He loves Hank.

Gavin grins, cheeks flushing even more. (He definitely needs to brush his teeth.) ]

Least you didn't shave the sides of your head on an impulse. [ He brings his other hand up to fully cup Hank's face. ] And hey. You've been going at this alone for too long, let me look after you too.

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