Something Stupid

April 19, 2019:

Lena and Billy have adopted a sick alien.

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Fade In…

Lena could guess that Lar came back to the penthouse. He had before, so why not continue to do so? There was some guilt written across her expression as she enters, worried about the room and the damage they had caused. Worried for Lar and worried for Billy. Nudging the door open with her rump, the ice queen slips in, arms full of groceries. A glance around, she notices Billy, offering him a soft smile before seeing him on the phone, and a Lar Gand passed out. "Shit…" Dropping the bags, she rushes over.

"What happened?" She asks Billy, her hands touching the sides of the alien's face.

*

Indeed, Lar seems to have passed out on the sofa. He definitely looks a lot worse than the last time Lena saw him. It's clear now that whatever is ailing him is serious business and could very possibly be threatening his life. He wakes up a little bit when she comes in. "L-lena?" he stammers weakly.

*

Billy speaks a few more words quietly into his phone before hitting the big red end call button before he turns to look at Lena properly, raising an eyebrow at the bags of groceries before speaking. "No idea to tell you the truth. I came in to have a chat to him about that stuff that we talked about. He wasn't looking…greeaaat. But I figured maybe trouble sleeping or something like that, ya'know. And then we just seemed to lose it all and collapsed on the couch." He shakes his head still rather clearly a bit wierded out "I didn't think this sort of thing affected people like him, they have always seemed so…invulnerable."

He jumps when Lar speaks leaping about a foot in the air, who can blame him the man looked near dead when he fainted. "Fuck!"

*

"Hey, honey." She greets Lar, forcing a smile onto her dark lips. He wasn't having a fever, as per normal, and no amount of moist towels would aid him. Chicken soup? Were aliens anti-vaxers? She had to think fast and her brain was going no where. "I know. He's been sick for a few days now, I thought…well, maybe something happened when he crashed down. Something got into him?" Shaking her head, she sits back, eyeing Billy. "Usually, they are. The sun gives them strength from what I understand. But apparently there's a thing called Kryptonite, but…he's not from Krypton so, it shouldn't affect him?" Her brows knit, "Who did you call?"

*

"Honey?" Lar is again confused about what that means. He shakes his head slightly again at the mention of Kryptonite. "Not kryptonite. Kryptonite is Krypton poison…"

*

"Friend of mine. Corpsman from my days in the Marines, good guy. Trustworthy, really knows his stuff. With any luck he can at least give us an idea what we are dealing with. I have no idea if their biology is similiar to ours at all, but Curtis might at least have an idea from symptoms as to what we are dealing with at the very least." He looks towards Gar with a concerned expression on his face, a couple of hairs falling from his normal perfect slicked back look showing how thrown off he is. "That is unless you can tell us what is going on. "You get your head beaten in by some other superbeing? Get a concussion? Take something you shouldn't have? We've all done it."

*

"Sounds better than what anything I can do. I can steal a cure but I can't make one, y'know?" Another brush, she sighs and attempts to shift the man so that he was at least comfortable. "I-I'm thinking of something but I'm really not sure if it'll work." She tells Billy, knowing full well that even with a call out, this might need some more instant action. "I guess if this goes wrong, you'll have to help me remove a body." Pausing, she looks down to Lar. "Again. Keep an eye on him." With that, the girl rushes off down the hallway and toward her 'room'.

*

"Don't know…" Lar really does not know what happened. "…I-I can't remember…" he stammers in response to Billy's question.

*

Billy looks between the two still more than a little out of his depth with this sort of thing, most of his medical training was dealing with traumatic bullet wounds and dismembered limbs. Really in the end most military first aid boils down to tourniquet it and call for a medic. He definitely doesn't know how to diagnose alien maladies. He calls out after her as she dissapears down the hallway "Lena? What the hell is going on! What could you even be thinking of?"

*

"Something stupid." She explains, calling down the hall and then moving closer to the fallen alien. In her hand are two things; a ring and a vial of some yellow substance. "If he's hurt. Sickly, hell, poisoned maybe, maybe we can use this." She offers the liquid, giving it a small shake. "But, ah…I don't know how this all works. Good thing you have a medic buddy showing up, huh?" Smiling, she kneels at Lar's side and tries to slip his ring on his hand. Maybe that was needed? Maybe she just wanted it there should something go wrong? "Like how snake venom antidotes have venom in them…" She hopes, opening the bottle and then cradling Lar's head and tilting it back at his lips.

Billy's phone vibrates smoothly. "On my way up. - Curtis"

*

When Lena goes to fetch the vials Lar had found in his pockets earlier she might notice that there is actually writing on them, albeit small. And if she had looked closely, surprisingly enough the writing is actually in English. She can easily make out something that says "SERUM XY-4, P: 12/21/3119, E: 12/21/3121 S: 15-30 C"

The ring doesn't seem to do anything, at least not at the moment. Lar doesn't resist any of her efforts, allowing her to dump the liquid down his throat.

*

Billy is distracted by his phone enough that he doesn't move in time to stop Lena as she pours mystery liquid down the throat of Lar, perhaps the most imprtant being to come to earth since the man of steel himself. "Fucking hell Lena! You couldn't have waited like three more minutes for Curtis to get here before you pour random yellow liquids from a mysterious vial down his throat. What if whatever is in there is what made him like this in the first place. What if it is a fucking alien bio-weapon!" He seems a little flabbergasted, I mean. Do you want chest bursters? Cos this is how you get chest bursters.

*

"It says serum! Maybe it…I don't know!" She sighs, what's done was done. Looking over the vial, she sets it aside and keeps cradling the alien's head. Just as he said he would be, Curtis answers, limping in and carrying a bag by his side. The solidly built man eyes Billy, then Lena. Blinking, he quirks a brow and walks closer to the man on the ground. "Give me some room," he rumbles in a calming baritone. Lena stalls, but moves as she was told to.

Taking a knee, carefully, and moving his false leg into a comfortable position, Curtis begins checking over the man; pulse, temperature, and moving a pen light across his eyes. "It's ok, young man. I'm here to help, alright? My name's Curtis, what's yours?"

*

In her defense, she had said it was something stupid. But, as it would turn out, Lena appears to have done the right thing. Not more than a few minutes after he has ingested the strange liquid, the color starts to return to his face, and he begins to look more alert, peering at Curtis when the man enters. "Lar." he replies to the question.

*

Billy looks on as Curtis moves in and takes position over Lar, going through the usual process when you have no idea and have to start from scratch. "He was looking a little worse for wear when I came in. Then he just passed out mid conversation. Looked like death passed out on the couch like he was. Then my friend here" He moves his hand towards Lena "Gave him a mystery vial of yellow fluid and he got his colour back." He shakes his head and rubs at his brow, it has been a day. "Kids an alien Curt, shooting in the dark here. I have no idea what is going on." He turns back towards Lena "Where did you even get this stuff?'

*

"Lar. Nice to meet you, son." Curtis smiles, checking reactions as he goes along. Dark eyes up, he nods toward Billy and sits back, digging into his bag and pulling out a stethoscope. "At least his color is back. That's a start." He smirks, resting the padding down and listening in for his heart beat, then his lungs. "Deep breath, young man. In," he demonstrates, "and out," he exhales.

Lena rubs at her arms and paces. She could have messed it all up and the worry about it honestly shows on her expression. "He had it with him. When I brought him here and he changed out of his clothes for the first time, he had that ring and that vial of yellow. I had a friend test it out, see what it was made of. It was worried it was hurting him."

"You did good, miss. Quick thinking is key in situations like this. I'm…yeah, as Russo said, a bit in the dark here. I'm use to humans." He looks down to Lar, "No offense."

*

"Yes, thank you…um, Curtis." Lar replies to the medic. He cooperates with everything the man asks. The heart seems to be racing a bit still, but it was getting better. Otherwise, he appears to be healthy enough. Well, judging by human standards, anyway. From what Curtis can gather, whatever had been ailing him was no infection, but must have been some kind of poison or toxin.

*

"A poison or toxin? Great. Well I take it neither of you have a clue where it came from?" He looks between Lar and Lena with a raised eyebrow. "So lets hope it wasn't some major allergy to something common here on earth." He shakes his head again as he takes half a step back. "So what do we do know, if it isn't an environmental thing on earth, it may be someone is trying to kill you. And this serum may not be a cure, it may just be a treatment or mask the symptoms. What if we need more. A lot more?"

*

Lena shrugs, frowning and looking Lar's direction. "What I gave him was made of components from here. Maybe that's something he needed? Some…introduction to the world? Earth?" Looking between the men, she takes a step back and then heads over to the fallen groceries.

"He seems fine, for now anyway. Like I said, I don't know much and I'm not an actual doctor or anything. I…suggest getting him looked at? blood work maybe? He's breathing well, but yeah. Negative reaction to some toxin, I think. Hopefully you won't need more of the stuff." A pause, he glances after Billy's friend. "Miss? You said you knew what was in that stuff?"

"Yeah, got a guy that looked into it."

"Well, if that's the case, as least you can make more if needed?" Curtis takes his kit away and moves to stand, offering Lar an outstretched hand. "Com'on up, on. Back on your feet."

*

Lar nods and gets up, though he does not take Curtis' hand, again for fear he might accidentally hurt him like he did Lena. For the moment, he seems to have recovered fully. But it remains to be seen how long it will last. Well, for now, there had been 2 vials, so there is still one left.

Lena may recall a conversation she overheard on the roof a few days ago, regarding items taken from the crash site by the feds, or whoever those men were who had been after Lar earlier before they'd first come to the safehouse.

The Daxamite picks up the empty vial, peering at it pensively. He -must- have been here, to this planet, before. "Have been here before." he says again. "I prepared?" he holds up the empty vial. He thinks, that before he forgot things, he must have brought this serum knowing there was something here that would sicken him.

*

"Well if you have you must have kept a pretty low profile." Billy moves to lean against the wall, crossing his hands over his chest as he looks over everyone in the room. "Which is not easy when you can knock down buildings with your bare hands. Or shoot lasers from your eyes." He looks between each person, letting his vision rest on them all for a couple of seconds each before moving on. "Alright, well. Thats more to look into. And we should try and test blood or saliva or something see if we can figure this out. But until then I think it is clear we need to try and manufacture more of this serum. Which means we will need to know the quantaties and the ingredients."

*

"I'll work on that." Lena nods, putting the food away and falling silent. Curtis looks at his hand, but gives Lar a solid pat on the back. "You'll be alright. Especially if you prepared." Standing back, he looks to Billy, offering him a pat and squeeze on his shoulder before heading out. "Call me if you need me, Billy. Take care of yourself, son. Miss." Slipping out of the room, he closes the door behind himself.

Lena steps back around and glances from Billy to Lar. "Hey, you'll remember." She nods toward the Alien. "I'll get some info and we'll go from there. Tell us if you're not feeling, well ok? Anything you can tell us so we can help you with…all of this."

*

Lar nods at Billy and Lena. Billy was right, if he had been here before, then he must have really been good at being stealthy, which must not have been easy. Well he must have been someone who was…very good at what he needed to do. He holds up the empty vial and again points at the label. "Your language?" he asks.

*

"Yes that is our langauge, english. Not that it gives us everything it needs, but it is a start." He pushes off from the wall and moves into the kitchen. "Well I need a drink and then we can think about what our next move is. Can't exactly get you to help me achieve world peace if you are losing conciousness every few minutes now."

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