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Date: April 2nd, 2000
Status: Semi-private Pestilence and Famine, but if it makes sense for others to join, more the merrier!
Setting: Outside the Manor Grounds then to the Infirmary
Summary: Famine finds his old mate in bad shape
Rating:  PG- some disturbing images....

Pestilence wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, but he figured it must have been a long time by the amount of blood that surrounded him, sinking into the earth, crusting the long blades of grass along with his clothes and hair. In that moment between dark vacuum and consciousness, the former horseman couldn't remember how he had gotten there, nor what had taken place, nor why the bones in his hand were on the outside rather than the inside. Then it came back, and at precisely the same time that his body again realized it was in a world of horrid pain. His nerves screamed, and he almsot passed out again. He hadn't even moved and it had hurt that bad, he didn't want to even think about what would happen if he did try to move, or, even worse, have an involotary movement like sneezing. At that though, he figured half of his broken bones would be sneezed out right along with the bloody clots and bile. He didn't relish the idea.

The sun was high in the sky, baking into his pale white skin. He wasn't normally prone to sunburns, even in spite of his fair skin, mostly because he was usually wearing clothing that covered him fully. Yet, as he lied there, he could feel the damaging rays burning though the matted clumps of hair and he could tell that his scalp was already blistering.

He had thought about Death- hell, he'd worked with him for nearly six thousand years, but it had never really sunk in that he might, one day, die in a very human fashion like this. Closing lids over teary eyes he silently waited for his colleague to collect him.

At least in death he woudln't have to worry anymore.  He wouldn't have to question his existance.  And he woudln't have to live with the idea that Uriel had tried to kill himself because of him.

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Famine was surprised, he hadn't expected that to be the reason that Pest had been beaten up. He also noticed that Pest had neatly avoided telling him any names. He squeezed Pest's hand reassuringly. "Do you need me to take them a message, to let them know that you're alright?" He paused, then frowned slightly. "And you still haven't told me who beat you up." He wouldn't have pressed, but he was afraid that whoever it was would come back to try and finish the job, protection from Adam or not.

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Pestilence squeezed his eyes together. He should have known that Famine wouldn't be satisfied, just like a larder, is old friend woudln't be happy until every last secret was laid bare. He was too tired to skirt the issue, though, so he simply decided to spill it.

"Old god. Calls himself Wednesday. Big mother," he said, tears beginning to gather in his eyes. "He's the adopted brother of the one I love."

Tears started to roll down his cheeks. "Fam, your looking at one of the biggest fools this side of immortality."

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Famine nodded slightly, deciding that he was going to be keeping an eye out for this Wednesday. He'd probably seen him around the manor, there weren't that many gods around that he was aware of. He patted Pest's hand again, trying to be reassuring, and offered him a handkerchief. "You're not a fool, Pest. Sounds like this Wednesday is, to me." He paused, not sure if the offer would be welcomed since Pest had continued to avoid mentioning a name. "Do you need me to tell your lover where you are?"

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Pestilence shook his head. "No, I was a fool. Twice. I thought I could win the love of an angel. And I didn't think my influence would hurt him." He turned his head. "Don't tell anyone, Schwartzy, but I fell for an archangel."

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An archangel? That had been the last thing Famine would have expected, especially considering the animosity Raphael held for the former horseman. "I won't tell anyone." He might not be very good at this whole emotional support thing, but he could do that much at least.

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Pestilence leaned his forehead against his best friend. It was such a different experience for them. They had always been friends, but personifications always lacked the three-dimensional characteristics of actual people... at least until recently. With Pestilence's retirement, and more recently, Famine and Pollution's love, they had all taken the step towards self-determination.

"Thank you, Schwartzy. It means a lot to me," he said not only meaning Famine's silence, but also for all his help. Without Famine he knew he would be one very dead horseman.

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Famine smiled and gave him a half hug, all he could really manage with Pest on the bed. "Any time, mate. Just don't scare me like that again, alright?" And he had been scared, especially once he'd had a chance to think, finding his best friend in pieces on the ground was right up there with the discovery of food preservation when it came to things that Famine Does Not Like and would greatly prefer if they never happened again.

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Pestilence settled back into bed, glad for Famine's company. "Thanks again, mate," Pestilence said, closing his eyes.

"Schwartzy, would you mind staying here until I go to sleep?" He knew it must sound kind of pathetic, but at this point he didn't much care. He was just happy to be with someone that cared about him. The only person, now that Uriel was out of his reach. A tear traced down his cheek as he settled into sleep.

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Famine squeezed Pestilences hand and smiled reassuringly. "Of course, Pest. Get some rest, you need it." He noticed the tear, but didn't draw attention to it. Instead he settled back into his chair to watch over him, one hand still covering Pestilence's.