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Thanks.

I thought those oysters were to blame, at first, but then I remembered that I only had the sushi rolls. Lexaeus finished my oysters.

[ Ah. Right. About that. Neatly compartmentalized Zexion hadn't even mentioned his old partner's arrival that night, letting him settle, and worried about how Genesis would have taken the news.]

Waiting room's... busy. It seems I'm not the only one running a leaky faucet, so to speak.

Should I call Naked Fish and demand to know if there were any additives?

Lexaeus?

[ That was a new name for Genesis. But there was also a familiar sound to it. Might be the "x" in it. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if there were additives. They ought to be sued for sending so many to the hospital.

[ He's still audibly frustrated that Zexion had to seek medical attention. ]

How are you feeling? Is the queue moving quickly?

My colleague. One of the few from the Organization that I still trust. Another... second-chancer, like us. He only just arrived.

I almost brought him over the other night, after eating out, but figured he ought to be given a little room to settle in. (I should probably call him, too. Let him know I'm not keeping distance on purpose.)

[ Zexion sighs, rubbing and lightly squeezing and fighting to bear the soreness. ]

My pajamas bottoms are entirely soaked through, just from the trolley over. I came in them, [ In every sense of the word ] since they'd be easy to take off and I didn't want to ruin my good pants. I'm hoping they'll give me a hospital gown, since it's a mess? I used up the rest of the wet wipes. [ He sighs heavily ] A man was teasing me on the train. This is highly embarrassing.

....there's no way they'll spring drastic surgery on me or anything, right? That is... without everything functional, we're virtually worthless here, aren't we?

I really hope they don't just laugh and prescribe more sex. [ Zexion moans, face in his hands. ] There comes a point where you just can't.

I see.

[Genesis supposes that he is to Zexion what Angeal is to himself. Anyway, his worry for Zexion's well-being weighs heavier on his mind than getting to know what exactly is this Lexaeus fellow to Zexion.]

I don't think they'll do that to you. Or if they do, they should get your consent first.

[Genesis really wants nothing more than to be by Zexion's side and see him through to a proper treatment.]

They'd be unprofessional if they prescribed more sex, too. You're hurting and it'll keep you from being able to have and enjoy sex. Are you keeping yourself hydrated?

I don't think this place is bound by any regular standards of professionalism, Genesis, do you?

[ Zexion laughs, and it's that small, manic, nervous flutter of a laugh, the sort made by nervous people with an explosion of colorful words behind their lips, but biting their tongue.

He's tempted to roll his eyes and sardonically 'yes dear' that last question, but knowing that Genesis is worried and not controlling, he reports tiredly ]

Three more liters of tea, it must have been, since this morning. Luckily the tap isn't running liquid paws and claws and slapping me with mammary glands this week, hm?

[Genesis sighs. He'll definitely be on edge for the rest of the day until he's assured Zexion will be all right.]

You have a point there.

[And it's times like this that Genesis feels just a bit shaky on his stance about keeping the city the way it is. But he's hoping for the best for Zexion.]

You will keep me updated, won't you? I'm sorry if I'm being a nag. I'm worried about you.

It's.... fine, Genesis really, I'm just... techy, because I desperately need some relief here.

That I'm actually unopposed to them sticking whatever they need to into me is saying something.

The doctor will see me now... so I have to go.

Let me know how it goes, all right? Take care.

More fluid intake, intravenous. Said I'm severely dehydrated. No kidding!

[ Zexion sounds suspiciously cheerful, all things considered. Or he's trying desperately to be a good sport even though he can see a slim metal rod attached to a tube between his legs, where a no such object really should be, and he can feel only a faint tickle of the buzzing thing they'd tucked up his ass....]

Doctors hooked me up to some kind of apparatus to drain it. Oh, and I guess I got my shave after all? Haha-?

[ Yep he's... probably high as a kite.]

On the bright side, they're not going to operate, though I can't... really feel much of anything at all below my waist? So um.... ah. They are keeping me for an overnight observation. I don't know how they expect me to walk home after this.

They just replaced the bag. It's really ludicrous, Genesis. But staff's been....sympathetic?

[ If you count the group of nurses cooing over his cock whenever they come in and out to take samples, give injections to slow all the hyper-endocrine.... or whatever they said it was. ]

I'm going to get a very nice doctor's note for this, I've been promised.

[Genesis is a bit glad that Zexion isn't showing him a video or else his insides would have turned. But the description of being hooked up to an apparatus and having an intravenous drip is enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his own vivid memories of being in the laboratory playing out. But the humor and the reassurance in Zexion's voice helps greatly and keeps Genesis at ease.]

All right. I'm glad you seem all right now. Do you want me to come visit while you're there?

No, no...I don't think you're allowed.

And honestly, this is sort of humiliating and I really wouldn't want to turn you off from me forever by having to see it.

Have you heard anything from that restaurant?

Okay.

[He accepts what Zexion says without question.]

I haven't heard any news from The Naked Fish yet. I've tried to get some information from Madame Devereaux, too. But she says that what's happening should pass over soon and a few slip-ups are necessary in the pursuit of perfecting science.

... I honestly felt uneasy when I heard that.

Well that's... true of any sort of progress, yes, but typically when it comes to consumable good, you try to perfect it and work out all the kinks before plating it for the general public.

[ He sighs. ]

The doctor's trying to call this a 'shellfish allergy' , but you'd be surprised just how many other people in the waiting room are apparently also allergic.

[He shakes his head and sighs. That wasn't good at all.]

That doctor must be blind to want to chalk what's happening to an allergy. This certainly isn't a case of it.

That's the 2nd liter bag, now!

It's ludicrous, Genesis. I even had someone over earlier this afternoon, and I'd sworn she milked me dry.

That much, huh...?

[Genesis is a bit shocked. Two liters in an hour and a half-- it's really worrying. And here he thought that it was just a temporary thing: the incredible amounts of ejaculate Zexion squirted out and the intense sex drive he had. Even after having the condominium's private cleaning staff come in to take care of his sheets and everything else that needed cleaning, the very familiar scent of Zexion undoubtedly hung strong in his room.]

This really is something to be addressed. I'll try to ring up the Naked Fish right now and ask if they're aware of what's happening.

It's really sort of... crazy, Genesis [He moans plaintively, lying back against the hospital pillows (which are cheap and flat and not so terribly comfortable.)] and I'm afraid my own body's wrecking me from the inside out.

[At those words that just spilled out from Zexion's lips, Genesis' mind went into a small panic. No, no, no, this can't be happening. It's not right. He doesn't want this. He's scared and he wants to save Zexion. There's no way he can work now.]

Isn't there anything I can do for you right now? I can't just sit here and focus on work. I'm worried.

[It's an understatement. Genesis is downright terrified.]

What do you want me to tell you do you? There's nothing to be done- I just want to sleep for a week without waking up in puddles. The doctor says they're going to try to give me something to slow it up, but in the meantime while it kicks in, my prick is like the patch of skin under a runny nose!

Ugh... [ Zexion holds his head and rubs at his eyes, trying to stretch without disturbing whatever they've got shoved up in all the wrong places.]

I thought you were calling the fish place? What do they have to say about it?

[ And at those words, Genesis feels completely helpless. He supposed that the best he could do now is just get in touch with the fish place. ]

Give me a while. I'll do it now.

[ He calls, but is greeted by a voicemail saying that they'll get back to his message as soon as possible. He leaves his concern and hopes that they address it soon. ]

They're on voicemail now. I left a message, but I'll try calling again within the night.

Probably a full voicemail, with the way the waiting room looked.

[ Zexion grumbles dismally, wanting to turn over onto his side. ]

Nngghff, there's just no relief in it like this! [ A low whine, which really shouldn't sound so attractively needy, or desperate.] Genesis, I just want to be done with it, so I can come home and curl up with you and not leak all over the bed.

[Genesis feels just a bit disgusted that the whine, which was supposed to be a complaint, went right to his groin with its pitch and how attractive it sounded. He has to take a deep breath not to get aroused any further.]

I want it over soon, too. The sooner you're back home, the better things will be. I'll make sure you eat better things... keep you away from the seafood for a while.

I never thought I'd see the day where they'd just cram a little tube in my prick and keep pressing till there's nothing left to give!

[ Unfortunately for Genesis, Zexion keeps right on making small grumbling noises of discomfited complaint as he shifts around in the bed, punctuated by low whining. ]

I'm so sore it doesn't even feel good, and they had to smear the whole head with petroleum jelly. [ He pouts, afraid to so much as touch himself and feel out how they've rigged him up in the stirrups.... Here a nurse breezes back in, gloves on, to fondle his balls a little and maneuver the tingling bulb they've plugged up his ass with, and Zexion looks deliberately away with a soured expression, which earns him a little sympathetic stroking on the inner thigh. He grits his teeth and hisses with frustration.]

...and the worst thing is that it really could have been anything or everything on that buffet line... or even the tea!

[Genesis continues to hold himself back from thinking about Zexion on that white, sterile bed, whining-- maybe in a hospital gown now, and as he said, he had a tube in his prick. At that, Genesis couldn't help but shiver and clutch at his own groin, thinking that the sensation must be really painful. He had to stay calm, stay calm...]

If it's anything, then I'll make sure to test your food for you before you eat it. We'll spend a little more on naturally-grown things until you feel better.

You're going to test it? Well that's foolish, then at least one of us will still have to deal with any unforseen c- [ Zexion makes what sounds like an exasperated noise, but it's really less for Genesis and more for the Nurse, who's touching like she intends to draw a reaction out of him.] (Ow, could you hang on for just a minute?!)

Not you, Genesis.

The nurse [And that's a particularly agonizing moan, whatever she's doing, audio cut off halfway.]

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