Something was wrong. Host knew something was wrong, because things weren’t as they should be. His eyes hurt, and he couldn’t really stop them from bleeding anymore. Visions of different realities were more frequent, and he had a hard time staying focused. Something was far too wrong, and he didn’t know what it could be.

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Eve was making some tea for Host, having been coming over more frequently. Humming to herself while pouring the hot water into the cup she felt a strangeness to the house. She didn’t know why, but the vibe of the house had been changing. It felt..off. Like something was bound to happen, but what she had no idea. Gently taking Host’s cup in her hand she walked out of the kitchen. “Tea is ready, Host.” She set it down in front of him and noticed he was touching his bandaged eyes. “Host? Is something the matter?”

Host was glad when she let go of him, letting her give him the painkillers. The back of his fingers were a little bloody from being pressed against the bloody bandages. He took the pills with the tea she had made, hoping that they’d work. He doubted it, but he still hoped.

His form flickered for not even a second, and he winced in pain again, hunching over and pressing his hands against his eyes again. It hurt, everything hurt.
“Please..”, he mumbled and managed a small nod. Maybe static would help a little. He hoped so, he kept old radios around just for that.