ahandorsomething | WALT KILLS THE DISNEYS

[They've been up for hours. The pool party is long over, and she needs her rest, but Brady'd returned early and she'd just been lying there, so still... It scared him. So they've just been up since then, talking. Right now, Brady's reading a mystery novel and asking her questions, since. Well, Mack is so much better equipped for mystery solving than he is, of course.]

So... That whole chapter was just a red herring? Really? Mysteries are weird.

Yeah, it's just a fake-out to . . . to . . .

[Wow, it's a good thing she's on the bed already, because if she hadn't been, she probably would have fallen over because that sure is a seizure happening.

Yikes.]

[He's sitting on the floor, leaning against her bed, so he sees (and feels) it immediately. The book drops from his hands to the floor and he springs up, trying to steady her.]

Mack? Mack, hey- hey hey hey- what's--

[He. Really has no idea what to do here, especially if it doesn't stop anytime soon.]

[It's probably a good thing this one is relatively short! The bad part is she's kind of not particularly conscious when it ends.

She's breathing, even if it sounds like she's having kind of a hard time doing so, but you know. She's not looking like a person who had food poisoning. This is definitely not that.]

[Oh no. Ohhh no, no no no. He pats her cheeks, trying to wake her up, but. He's not going to have much luck of that, huh?]

Oh god, oh god, oh god- okay, alright- there's- there's gotta be- [He starts mumbling and pulls the blanket off her with ease, not caring as it falls to the floor. In a quick movement, he picks her up, bridal style, and just tears out of the room, not bothering to close or lock the door behind him.] It's okay, it's okay- it's gonna be okay, I-I'll get you some help, it's okay-

[His immediate assumption is, as he doesn't know much about her medical needs, she's had some kind of epileptic attack. The infirmary's got to have something for that, right? He can wake her up when he gets there, if it's not obvious what to give her.]

[It doesn't long at all for him to find somebody, and Brady nearly knocks Mr. hallway-roamin Heisenberg here down with how frantic he is. Walter's about to tear into him when he spots the girl in his hands, and lets out a very exasperated...]

Oh my God.

M- Mr. White, sh- she was fine, like sick but not- and then she just- starting shaking a-and now- help, please help me, I-I have to save her--

[He's breathing just about as shallowly as she is.]

...C'mon.

[fuck fuck shit. alright. just. lead him to the infirmary. let her die there. nobody will be any the wiser.]

[He nods and follows, still just. Murmuring, it'll be alright it has to, something, what is it, like, meant to be might be in there somewhere. Places a gentle kiss on her forehead.]

Just...set her down. I'll look for something.

[not much talking. walt goes over to the counter and pretends to look busy. do it long enough and it should work.]

Okay. Okay, I'll- [He sets her down on a cot, carefully, and immediately starts tapping on her cheeks again, brushing hair from her face, lightly shaking her- anything to wake her up.] Mack. C'mon, Mack, you gotta wake up, you gotta tell me what to get you. C'mon, please, c'mon. I don't know what I'd do if- [His voice breaks. His hands shake and he fights back tears.]

[She kind of blinks up at him like ??? because did you know it's kind of hard to be super coherent when you're dying of bean poison.

0/10, Mack does not fucking recommend.]

Bra . . . dy . . . ? Whe . . . re?

[??????????]

[Thank God, he lets out a relieved smile, a hand on her cheek.]

Infirmary. You had a- a seizure, do you have something you take for it? [He looks away, for but a moment.] Mr. White, she's awake! Did- did you find something to help?

No, I'm...I'll - I'll keep looking.

[he keeps digging through the drawers, not really looking all that much, though he does pause briefly to speak over his shoulders.]

I...don't know if there's anything that can help.

[Um excuse him- Brady just keeps looking at Walter.]

What do you mean, there's all kinds of medicine in here, just- look harder!

[He isn't the kind to really get mad but.]

Jesus, what's even wrong with her? How am I supposed to find something without knowing that?

[This fucking kid, I swear.]

It- she's been sick, like- we thought it was food poisoning or something but then the seizure just-

[Look he's trying-]

I thought of all people you should know since you've... [Brady trails off.]

Been hovering. Every time I left the room, you were somewhere...

[...well hell!]

[aaaand he's gonna go right back to looking now, making sure his face is completely turned from brady.]

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

[he keeps his hands drifting, mind wandering. oh shit. something, something, something...his hands stop moving when they feel some medical instruments.]

[He doesn't take his gaze off Walt, but he just kind of. Starts to move his arms so they're under Mack. Just in case he has to pick her up in a hurry.]

In the hallway... Or the kitchen... You... You keep to yourself, Mr- Walter. So why...did I keep seeing you the last two days?

What did you do to her?

I...didn't do anything to her.

[he feels something sharp. he runs his hands up and down it. a scapel. that'll do.]

If you're going to accuse me, at least...have the sense to accuse me of something plausible.

Like poison? That's been happening a lot lately, right? And we... Angel said there's plenty of things to poison someone with in the greenhouse.

[Get her upright. Get ready. Glance a moment at her, to make sure she's secure.]

What makes you think I'd know anything about how to poison anything?

[Jesus Christ, Brady. The man's in a fucking onesie and you expect him to be some sort of cold-hearted killer.]

Chitoge was a high schooler and she knew how. You're a...a chemistry teacher. All science.

[He's got her in his arms- and is totally ready to book it and just run.]

Just- I've got you, so just tell me how to save her a-and- just tell me how to save her.

[he's not. great at the big dramatic speech confrontation stuff.]

...The signs she's been showing have similarity to lily of the valley. A temporary poison.

[Gotta feed him this bullshit. At least let him buy this.]

Let me have a look at her.

[He looks at her. She's barely conscious. He doesn't trust Walt but he doesn't really have time to argue...

Brady hesitantly edges closer to Walter.]

Temporary? So...she'll be okay?

I imagine so.

[He turns, hesitantly. He presses the scapel up against his leg, making sure it isn't visible.]

Just...set her down there.

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[With a wary stare he does so...but doesn't exactly move out of the way, not fully-]

I- I just. Don't want to be too far away. [His heart's pounding.] You're... You gotta know how it is. With someone you love.

...Yes, I do.

[It doesn't make him loosen his grip, and he knows what's going to happen. He just has to wait.]

[So. Hesitantly. Keeping a shaking hand on one of Mack's, he steps back, to let Walt look her over.]

WALT KILLS THE DISNEYS

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