His eyes are bloodshot and bulging out, and as far as Dollface could tell, Adam hasn't moved a muscle in well over three hours. He's just been sitting there, manifesting every action that is mentioned by Greenday's Brain Stew. The laptop and his reddening, dilated pupils are in a constant deadlock, but his fingers are typing very skillfully. Normally, this kind of behavior could be tolerated by Doll, since she often leaves to find her own fun in the cruel world. However, today is not that day. Her usual hobo-or-hipster attire is replaced by something more formal; a black skirt and a 'gay ass gross ass' top with laced sleeves. Even in the other room, the boys are busy trying to not look like complete burnouts, and yet here Adam lies in yesterday's cheeto-stained oversized shirt and  Grinch boxers. They should at least look presentable; they're asked to visit the hospital to 'sympathize' with the patients they'll be playing for.

"If you don't stop borderline-obsessive creepy-delusional reading your email inbox, I swear to god I will bite your nutsack off." The girl spoke, peeking at the glowing screen, uninterested.

Micah groaned, scratching his head that doesn't itch. Though it should, since when the fuck did he last showered? "Fuck off, Andy. Like, five more minutes." He groaned.

"That's what you said like two hours ago." She growled, slamming the laptop shut with Adam's hand still unfortunately between the monitor and the keyboard.

"Aye, Samson-" He winced in pain, fixing the screen and reading his emails some more. His screen is filled with emails from various spam accounts, most of them robots pretending to be exotic girls offering 'a good time in camchats for a stunning price of $9.99/hour' which Adam obsessively reads.

"Attention here, BabyDoll. Is it really my fault that stadiums of exotic babes want me to examine their goods? Does the blame really reside within I, that even middle-aged cave dwellers chose my email to send pictures of these gorgeous, broke college students? Could it really be said-"

"YES IT very well FUCKING CAN, YOU GELATINOUS SACK OF SLOPPY BABY GOOEY DISCHARGE. Because you felt the compulsive urge to SHARE YOUR EMAIL WITH THE WHOLE FUCKING NET ON THAT EGOTISTICAL CONGA MASTRUBATORY LINE YOU CALL A FUCKING BLOG." Doll said, losing her chill. The room grew quiet that one might actually hear Ginger giggle.

"Remind me not to let you procreate." Adam spoke, removing his laptop from his lap as he stood up to get ready.

-----x

"Smells like mothballs and fuckall. I already want out-" Merlin groaned under his breath as they walked the squeaky-clean halls of Union-Primary Medical Center. The boy's sleeked Mohawk is a striking contrast to the white walls and white-mint uniform of the nurses and doctors.

"And you smell like a slice of ham stuck under the sofa since 4 AD, but nobody complains." Doll spoke, nudging him on the side.

"I kinda prefer that over whatever the fuck this is. You smell like an ad for Axe, but the try-hard bad kinds." Cricket added, hands in his trouser pockets. The blonde looked like he's about ready to play the organ at a seminar; dressed to the nines.

Merlin scoffed. "Okay, at least I don't smell like baby wipes." He glared at Ginger Ale, and the redhead simply looked away. In his mind there's at least four dozen comebacks, but there's too many strangers and he doesn't feel like speaking.Shame they'll never get a taste of the genius that is Ginger Ale.

Adam sighed, already giving up on hushing these rugrats the second they commented about the 'ultimate waste of space courtyard, like what the fuck do they need a fountain for'. "Right, let's not bring everyone here to a spiraling purgatory trip, yeah?" Adam started. "You guys scramble and sympathize or whatever the hell while I hit on nurses- I mean do Nelson Mandela-type 'a shit." He spoke blatantly. Adam then leaned in, "Don't fucking steal. I know you guys want morphine and so do I, but don't you even dare."

-----x

Five minutes in and Merlin cant not steal. People now have to pay a whole fucking dollar for soda pop; what is the world coming to? Do they know how hard it is to get that kind of money? How many bruises he needs to fake for a kind sir using a ridiculous suit to give him a fraction of the money needed to buy cola?

Nope. Merlin has hacked the system before, and though he isn't Deus Ex Machina or anything, he does know a trick or two when it comes to getting free drinks. It involves a little violence, and without going full Alex DeLarge, he managed to get a drink after a few pushes and kicks. But the commotion didn't attract null audience.

"I never knew you can do that," A meek voice said, followed by the sound of a mechanical wheeling. Merlin turned his head to meet the pale face and dark eyes of a weak-looking girl. At least he thought it's a girl; the feminine facial features closely resemble females, though her head is completely bald. The lack of eyebrows is admittedly weird, and Merlin felt a bit guilty that his initial reaction is comparing her to a prettier Gollum. A Gollum with pretty lashes and softer skin.The mechanical wheeling is a metal pole, taller than herself with solutions attached to the top end, while the plastic tube connected to it is stuck under her skin.

"Oh-" He spoke, now looking at the cola he has on hand. Caught stealing, great. And Merlin knew he's above beating a cancer patient to death, especially this one that poses no threat. "Yeah- I'm a magician and stuff." He answered shortly, since 'magician' in his vocabulary is a less-degrading way to say 'Thief'. "My name's Merlin, so-". 

Guilt washes over his being as the girl smiled. It's so bright that Merlin felt his heart being warmed, and he isn't sure if he consented to that. "I love magic! Could you show me?" She asks, still smiling from ear to ear.

"Uh- Okay... "  He shrugged, taking a pencil out of his pocket. He usually does tricks like this to impress girls anyway; though he's very open about being a shallow piece of scrub who hits on hotter girls. He placed the pencil in front of his nose, creating the motion of pushing them up his nares when he's actually hiding it behind his wrist. Then, with cunning sleight-of-hand, he 'pulled' it back out through his ears. It's really just him being clever with placement of the pencil and hiding it behind his wrist, but to an unsuspecting girl it sure looked like the pencil went up his nose and out his ears.

The girl clapped happily. "Another one!" She exclaimed. Merlin came unprepared, but he could do a few impromptu coin tricks. He's very talented when it comes to speed and distraction, and the girl is the kind of naïve audience that is gullible enough to think that he could actually do magic. It might come across as cruel, but to his knowledge, this sick girl appeared happy every time a coin 'disappeared' into his flesh and reappear out of her ear.

"Could you cure my leukemia?" She suddenly asked out of the blue, all with the same bright smile and caramel eyes. This is something Merlin didn't account for.

The boy gulped, pocketing the coin as he shrugged. "Sure- Yeah, definitely. It's gonna take long though.." He lied through his teeth, but his facial muscle didn't even twitch. Guy Merlin; the convincing con man who preys on the hope of cancerous girls. A shitfuck, he is.

The girl suddenly pulled him to a warm hug. Merlin could feel the rise and fall of her chest, and how its rapidly increasing from her excitement. "It's alright. Oh, My name is Dee-Kay by the way." She smiled.

"DK like Donkey Kong?" He squints, his hand unconsciously traveling to touch her shoulders. It felt awfully thin that it was unbearable for him. The girl finally released him from the hug, and he took half a step back.

"No, like D-e-e strip K-a-y. And you're Merlin; like the wizard?" She asks again, the excitement apparently not dying down just yet. She's so lively, despite her possible death, and Merlin found comfort in that. He just nervously gave a nod.

"But Guy Merlin, because I'm not an all-powerful sorcerer." He added. "Anyway, you should rest. You do want to get better, no?" She spoke, hands in his pocket. This is all too overwhelming; the first encounter with a leukemia patient just did a little something to him. It hurts, in a way- like an overwhelming wave of 'OH SHIT' but also like tickling his heart with premium Italian swan feathers. Ouch, his feelings.

The girl nodded her head, once more placing her hand on the saline stand and she turned around to walk away. Micah could see how her spine threatens to leave her skin from the opened back, and it pains him. "Bye, Merlin. Enjoy the soda~!" She called from a far.

Merlin was about to ponder the fortunate bump-in, maybe even boast to Adam about how he managed to sympathize. He did, right? Well- he was about to anyway, but as he turned he spotted Jimmy from the corner of his eyes and the blonde doesn't seem too pleased.

"You're a fucking sadist, Guy." He sighed, Jimmy's small hands agitated in his pocket.

Guy Merlin raised a brow. "What? I did some magic tricks, she laughed, I did more tricks, we hugged- Its all harmless. Just good fun." He spoke, running a hair through his impressive Mohawk. The smaller boy doesn't seem too pleased.

"You told her you could cure her leukemia, assface." The boy sighed, more disappointed than anything. "You're not some kind of power-wielding-wand all-powerful 'watch me pull a hat out of a bunny' magical entity, and she's ain't gettin' better."

Now Merlin is just plain offended. "She is- Holy fuck man, she's healthy. You saw her laugh-". His brows pruned in complaint.

"She's dying." Jimmy spoke sternly. "Dee-Kay Hauss, scheduled for chemo in about a week. None of the doctors think she'll make it." The boy continued, just shoving hard to swallow truth down the other's unwilling throat.

Merlin knew that somehow he needs to keep his cool and stick to the 'I'm so punkass and give no shit' act. "Everyone dies, kiddo, just in different speeds. Not my fault she's all Usain Bolt about it. At least she's gonna die happy, aight?" Ouch- Merlin didn't thought it was going to be that painful to say.

Jimmy stared at him, blue eyes to tired ones before he sighed and walked away. "You're scum of the earth, Merlin."

"And you put up with me." He scoffed.

-----x

Guess who's a lazy piece of shit who didn't upload in two weeks.

Ignore that, it's rhetorical. Updates on this one and Normal will be slow, but there will be updates. Like, WILL. I promise. I've just been busy between actual academia stuff, reading JtHM, and mourning over Homestuck. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Anyway, I hope you guys like Dee-Kay. I know her name sounds like a Kylie Jenner lip kit name or some Naked 3 shade color, but yeah. I thought its ironic because Donkey Kong is hairy af and she's bald and I love irony.

It's newly iconic.

See that? IRON-E.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the hefty insults I somehow call a chapter~! :"""">