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WHO:7
WHERE: House 17
WHEN: Night after New Year's
OPEN TO: Venom
WARNINGS: Hangover

It's like being sick again.

Except this time 7 doesn't have the added hallucinations or general foggy head to obscure any of the other ailments. Her stomach is both nauseous and pained, her head is harboring a splitting headache, and at times the room seems to actually spin.

She had attempted to get up and take a bath at once point and made it to her door before giving up; taking a quick nap on the blessedly cool hardwood floors and then gradually pulling herself back into bed.

Time passed without her knowledge, just that the sun came in too bright and stabbed her eyes and the daytime birdsong came in and stabbed her eardrums and by the time night has rolled around she's curled up in a tight fetal position under the covers.

She worries that she's come down with the same illness again, oh please just let this pass.

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Eddie is sated. He's sleeping deep, so deep that Venom is barely aware of him. Venom's concern gives way to concern for their housemate, for 7. The last time he saw her...

So he pads back, ignoring looks from others before returning to their home.

7? Are you here? He might be a bit too loud.

She had almost actually fallen asleep, or at least found a position that ached the least. To have that interrupted by a loud Venom, regardless of concern, causes her to curl tighter around her pillow and groan into it.

"NOT. SO. LOUUD."

Oh, that hurts. It all hurts

Ah.

Venom runs. The sound makes him concerned and so there is tromping - one, two, three, four before freezing at her door and raising a giant hand to knock.

Not so loud?

7? It's Venom. Please respond if you are hurt or I will break the door down.

It's better, but it's still an absence of silence. 7 groans, "M'here. Don't break down ... the door."

A moment to breathe, "It's unlocked." She rather just wanted to suffer and die in silence, but she figured Venom probably wouldn't be convinced until he'd seen she was still alive.

Good because - the symbiote slides through the door and bumps his head with a growl. Baring his teeth, he curls black skin over his teeth covering them.

Are you sick? You don't seem sick. There's no smell of anything dead or dying, no sense of weakness. Venom sniffs her again before ambling over to the side of her bed, Are you okay?

There's a lump of blanket in the middle of the bed, and as Venom enters 7 blearly pulls an edge aside to poke her face out. She's flushed, sweaty, and bears the freckled mark of an intimate moment with the toilet earlier.

"No ... not sure what's going on ... why are humans like this ..." She retreats into her blanket nest. Muffled, "I hate being human."

Venom suddenly wishes he was human. Venom is strong and he loves Eddie, he truly loves him, but this is...

this is...

One big clawed hand touches her shoulder gently.

Describe it to us

Eddie's brain is at the ready. He'll know what it means to be human. He's been one for awhile now.

We will fix it.

She peeks back out and looks up at him.

"I feel ... gross. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, everything is too loud." At least now night has fallen and it's not quite so bright outside. She reaches up to rest a hand on his, then pulls it down and curls around it because misery loves company.

Considerate. That's what he is. Considerate. It could be anything though Eddie's memories aren't clear.

He settles in beside her and sniffs at her before stroking her head and saying -

In his normal voice -

Does sound hurt?

It's comforting, and some of the tension seems to leech out as he settles in and strokes her head.

"If it's too loud, or too sharp. It was too bright earlier." She looks up at him with an expression a fair mix of shame and horror, "I threw up earlier."

It had been terrifying.

"But, I don't feel quite so ... faraway? As I did when I was sick before."

I don't like noise either. Venom's lowered it's voice by several octaves as it sits, It is stupid.

Certain kinds of noises. Holding her shoulder Venom tilts his head and his tongue lolls out. The tongue, absentmindedly, begins cleaning his eyes with a mlem sound.

Did you eat anything? Drink anything?

"Mmm." She acknowledges his assessment of noise, because right now she absolutely agreed with him, but sometimes noise could be helpful; especially when you are hunting something.

But right now all she's trying to hunt is how to not feel miserable. She groans slightly at his question and looks up at him. "No, I haven't. I don't know if I can.

Why are you licking your eyes?"

Venom pauses. It's a strange habit but he sits and settles in, comfortable bulk beside her.

I don't have eyelids. Or eye-lashes. I have to clean my eyes like this.

He considers this, ...Did you drink anything strange?

"Oh ..." That's interesting, with the eyes, not something she would have guessed on her own. "It's cute."

She thinks about that for a moment, "I mean, I had a lot to drink last night, and it was all kind of ... strange. Some of it had bubbles, some of it burned, I had a bunch of little tiny glasses with Cougar. Tekla? I can't remember, last night is kind of fuzzy."

Fuzzy.

There are images of Eddie. Slowly swirling back and forth out of himself. Of beer bongs (something where you swallow beer? While upside down?). Hard liquor, and what he did before. What he did before Venom, drinking, applying for jobs, crawling down to the bowels of the city.

And Drinking.

His tongue lolls out. That's what you did. Drinking. You are hung over.

7 stuffs her face slowly into her pillow and groans long and low. "I thought humans were supposed to drink. Did I drink poison, is that what happened? What's hung over?"

She looks up at him, imploring and miserable. Whatever it was, she just wanted it to stop.

No. That's not poison. It is...

Venom tilts his head and listens - peering through Eddie's eyes at his history. At the times he's been hung over.

You had alcohol.

7 shifts so she can curl around the pillow white nudging her back up against Venom. It was comforting, at least, to not be alone right now.

"How do I feet it to stop? How did I feel better?"

Venom considers this, rifling through Eddie's memories again before he strokes at her hair, gentle, easy.

That's what Eddie would do. That's how he takes care of people. So this works right?

Bananas. But there are no Bananas. What's a banana?

Her eyes close and she just exists in the feeling of his claws in her hair. It's nice, and it's helping to distract her from the war in her stomach, and he's war against her back where they're touching.

"Banana? I have no idea ... that's a weird word."

It's a very weird word but Eddie swears it works. Alternatively lots of water. Have you had water?

strange feelings stir in Venom and he has to wonder how much is him and how much is Eddie. Host bleed happens, but these emotions...he has never had these emotions before.

You must drink water if you haven't. Venom frowns, If this does not work I will go and find one of the doctors and drag them here.

Physically if need be.

She shakes her head slightly, gingerly, because too much movement is a bad idea. "Anything I've tried has ... come right back up."

And that is not an experience she is eager to revisit.

"Can't I just sleep? Let it go away on its own?" She curls back, slightly onto his thigh to look back up at him. "I'm already feeling better."

Now that he's here. It's a new feeling, the idea that she was so fiercely independent and yet somehow she finds herself drawn to this behemoth.

I do not like you feeling sick

Venom didn't realize he was keeping his voice down until he sat, and shifted himself, liquid warmth doing it's best to heat up behind her.

But if that is what you want. I am...sorry your head hurt.

His hand rests on her head, does that feel good?

7 closes her eyes at the touch and she shifts to nestle closer against him. There's a flutter in her stomach but, it's not the hangaover; it feels different. Good. His warmth against her back and his hand on her head was as much comforting her current ailments as it was a balm to her soul.

She hadn't realized how isolated she'd been feeling until she'd started making friends.

And then Venom had come along and ... it was different. It was good, but it was different, and while she didn't have a word for whatever it was that was going on, she'd take it. Her lips curl into a smile, and as much as she wishes they were out hunting instead of curled up on a bed like this, she'd take it.

"It does, thank you."

There's no noise. Only a pleased sort of rumble.

You will recover from this and we will hunt again. Venom smiles, tongue lolling out. A few drips of saliva drip down from it's mouth and he's purring.

Are you happy? Other then that?

His words are encouraging, the idea that eventually they'd be out in the wilds again and that's where she felt the most alive.

She reaches up to catch his large hand and pull it down to hold onto, tracing a finger over one of his claws. "Yeah, I am."

She wouldn't have guessed it, when she arrived here; wary and doubting everything.

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