well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Mmmm… sure… I got a fish…

Good for you. Are you the seemingly lifeless lump by the burning bush? Elise is running faster than ever. Kid! You heard me. Is it you?

What? Is Conscience back?

No…do I sound like her? And for god's sake, is that you?

You're just making… no sense. And no, there aren't any burning bushes… whatever the hell those are…

"There you are!" Elise yells, running over to kneel over him. She slaps his cheek. "Come on, cousin. Senses."

"uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh" He shook his head.

"Oh, crap. Sit up, yeah?" Elise helped him to sit up and checked his back. "Your shoulderblades are bleeding. Come on, we need to get back to the house." Trying her best to support his weight, Elise grunted as she picked up not half of his body. "I'll have to help you walk."

Havenwood leaned against her, still holding the flopping fish, not supporting himself whatsoever.

"Oh, come on, cousin. You'll have to do better than that, yeah?" She puts all her weight against him, which balances out the two of them.

Havenwood groaned feebly and didn't move his legs. The fish flailed less and less.

"Stop paying attention to the gosh dang fish, yeah, and pay more attention to me so I can get you home!" Elise urges, practically dragging him across the ground.

"But the fish is so…" He giggled like a delusional child. "Fishy!"

"Oh my god." Elise was tempted to facepalm but Havenwood would probably fall again if she took her hands off of him, so she shook her head and continued to drag. "You're not yourself, that much I know."

Havenwood gave another hazy giggle and leaned against her more as he looked up at the sky. "Ooooooh look at the clouds, Elise!"

"Havenwood? God of fricking hunting? Are you drunk on crayon wax or something? You sound like a 5-year-old." She giggled. "It would be kind of cute if you weren't in a state of major distress."

"OOOOH! LOOK AT THE DUCKY SHAPED ONE!"

(this is just…oml)
"Yep. Drunk of crayon wax. Just don't pass out on me or anything." She rolled her eyes and continued the dragging. Hey, princess. Looks like I don't have to wait until tonight…lover boy is sick, eh? In the mind, yeah?

Havenwood waved his head around humming. Distantly, something stirred.
OI! Wake up!
uuggghhhh no…

Ugh. See you tonight, princess. "Please tell me you're out of the demented child state. Havenwood? Do the clouds look like ducks or no?"

Havenwood drunkenly waved his head around. "Uuughhh ducky clouds? What?"

Elise shook her head. "Never mind. Can you stand up?"

"Mmmm…" He put his weight on his legs, which shivered but didn't give. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Good. I can help you a little, but you're a heck lot heavier than me, so you're gonna have a walk a bit. Okay?" Elise put his arm around her shoulder for support.

Havenwood nodded and started limping along. "Was that Conscience? Did she come back?"

"Yeah. I guess you can't really yell at her when you're…oh, I don't know, acting like a five-year-old child."

Havenwood hummed and glanced around. "Where are we?"

"Well, I've been dragging you about twenty feet per hour while you were immobile for half an hour. So," She added, glaring at him, "Not very far from where we started."

Havenwood glared at her. "You're not being very open-minded. I just fell off of a cliff and into a river and almost drowned. Give it a break."

"You can't die. You could have told me before you didn't respond for ten minutes." She shivered. "You scared me."