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Gorlim is sitting by the observation window, his back to the bar, his eyes unfocused.

He seems to be collecting his own blood in a large glass from a cut in his arm which, in his defence, does look like it might have initially been caused by a cat.

[ooc: Locked to Ramon Salazar for now, please!]

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Millitimed to before the thread which has turned Ramon into a vegetable, Ramon spots Gorlim...and then starts running.

'What the fuck are you doing?!'

A bar towel is grabbed and immediately wrapped round the arm.

'I thought you were over this shit?!'

"GAH!! WHAT!!!" Gorlim almost falls off the chair. "Hey ow shit what are you do--OW. Fuck. No, I told this guy..." He blinks dizzily. "...This guy. Told me he's tell me stuff if I did that."

Ramon adds pressure to the wound and glares at Gorlim.

'What are you talking about?'

"The guy... who was here..." He blinks at Ramon, who is looking a little fuzzy around the edges. That sort of worries him in a detatched, distant way. "Belial. He isn't Melkor."

Ramon's Catholic. Not practising, but he remembers the forced sermons from youth. He drops into a chair and stares at him.

'Satan.'

...right.

Somehow, he's not surprised. Actually, he remembers Mary Anne telling him about Lucifer and presumes it's the same one.

'He forced you to do this?'

"Forsed's a very strong word, Ramon. He askedme... no, I asked him a question..." He's slurring the words a bit. Hello, underfed scarecrow, bloodloss, not a great combination. He sways a bit on the chair. "And he told me why if I'd give him half a glass of blood."

It's kind of more like a whole glass now actually.

'Fucking Hell!'

He runs to the bar and orders him a steak and some kale, bringing it straight back to the table with some sugared fruit juice.

'Eat this, but slowly or you'll puke.'

He watches him for a minute, not liking the whiteness of his face. 'I hope whatever he told you was worth it.'

Gorlim picks up a leaf and nibbles it absently.

"Tol' me how I'll always be alone forever."

Ramon can decide whether it was worth it.

He slumps dizzily, eyeing the leaf.

'What?'

Ramon is Confused. Although...Satan. Shouldn't be surprised really.

'He's full of shit. Eat that, don't just nibble it. Just be careful. And fuck, does this cut need stitches?'

"I don' think so. Kitty made it."

He obediently eats the leaf. And feels weird, so he lays his head on the table, eyes half closed.

Ramon is not a medic. He has no clue about how to make people better after injury, that's not his forte. Normally the point is to injure them.

So he reaches over and shakes him. 'I don't think you're supposed to go to sleep or something. Maybe that's concussion, I don't know. Just drink the juice, it'll help.'

He thinks. He doesn't know.

The thing is -- Gorlim DOES know. He's just not in the greatest frame of mind for remembering. But he does realize, vaguely, what's going on. He takes the juice and sips it, slumped and keeping a corner of the glass on the table because he's afraid he'll drop it.

"I did somthing stupid, didn't I?" he mumbles into the glass.

'Probably. You usually do.'

Hey, he's never had to develop a bedside manner.

'So what exactly happened. You met a guy, opened a vein for him willingly, he told you a load of crap and then left you - and you sat there and continued bleeding?'

Sounds like a pretty standard Gorlim thing to do.

"I didn't cut a vein. He scared my CAT!"

Gorlim sips the juice moodily.

""Rest o' that's pretty spot on, though."

'He scared your cat. Right.' He looks at the cut. 'A cat didn't make that cut, it's too deep.'

He wishes Random were here. He's much better at this sort of thing.

'He told you you were going to be alone forever?'

"Yup."

Eloquent isn't he.

He wants to go to sleep.

But he sips the juice obediently. Just a little bit.

He wishes Namo were here. Although he's not sure Namo would know what to do so maybe Random. Random would be all right. Lee might know. He likes Lee. Ramon doesn't like Lee. Ramon's here. So not Lee. Shit. Someone should be here. Ramon's here. So that's okay, then.

He takes another sip of juice.

At this point Ramon would put up with Castle, if only to hand him over to his boyfriend so he doesn't have to cope with wondering how to fix someone who willingly bled themselves.

'Random's going to kick your ass for this,' he mutters. It's almost a threat. 'Eat something. You need iron to replace the blood I think. Want some spinach?'

"Don't need to eat something."

But he picks up a leaf and munches it, frowning.

"Random will be mad. I'll be okay. Random shouldn't be mad. I wanted to KNOW what he had to SAY."

He sighs and paints on a smile. 'Fine then. What did he have to say, and was it valid and relevant to...anything?'

Gorlim tries very hard to remember it all and communicate it coherently.

"He said they can't find me because I don't know... because I hide. I protect Eilinel and everyone else will leave and I'm not strong enough because traitors never are."

He eats another leaf, looking vaguely depressed but mostly just like he wants very badly to go to sleep.

Ramon privately thinks that that makes perfect sense - also that he and Gorlim had had a similar discussion a while ago. But he doesn't say anything about that because it wouldn't do any good right now anyway.

'You want a hand walking upstairs? Maybe sleeping it off will be better and at least Ellie's up there to watch you, right?'

"I don't need a hand."

He stands up and immediately falls over again.

Out like a light.

Ramon stares at the prone figure for a moment and sighs. Then lifts him up off floor and carries him upstairs because he'll catch some flack if he just leaves him there on the floor, for sure.

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