And did I panic? I think nnooott!

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle Wick and Bellamy Blake had been friends since they were kids. They might not always have been tight and besties, but they were long term friends and that had turned into Wick liking Bellamy more this is other friends. The guy was sometimes too serious for his own good, but Wick was just the other way around. They were a balance toward each other and it worked well for them. Ever since Bellamy's mother had gotten floated, Wick had tired to get him to spend more time with the boys, but Bellamy had not ever really felt it like. He was hoping today's summons was a sign that things were changing.

Wick knocked on Bellamy's door, and waited until it was opened slightly before speaking. "Did you really send your girlfriend to summon me?" He said, sounding slightly annoyed but in his normal Wick way--which mean sarcastic, and almost monotone. "Are you even sure she is 18?" She might look it, but there was something off there. Still, what happened in Bellamy's pant wasn't his business.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

my sister

MY RESPONSIBILITY

One any other day, Bellamy would have perhaps appreciated Wick's sarcasm and teasing nature. But today was not such a day. Bellamy was far too concerned with Octavia. She was incredibly sick and despite his efforts, he couldn't gain access to the required medicines she needed. If he didn't get them . . . she would not make it. He knew that. Her condition was severe enough. Had he been able to take her to a doctor, it could be treated. But that was not an option. It never was with Octavia. So desperate times had called for desperate measures. Bellamy didn't fully open the door, but enough to see his friend on the other side. Roma was not his girlfriend, but she was someone he knew could deliver the message.

The question of her age didn't even cross his mind nor was he going to address it. This was the first time Bellamy would ever be telling, or showing someone his sister. It was a risk to take, a massive risk but either way . . . Octavia could die. And that was not something that Bellamy could endure. "Stay calm," he instructed him. With those words, he pulled him inside his apartment and immediately closed the door behind him. Octavia was laying on the bed, and Bellamy wasn't even sure if she was conscious or not. She had a severely high fever and had been trembling earlier. Nothing he did worked. He needed the proper medicine for her. "I need your help," Bellamy told him, trying to conceal the desperation in his voice so that it remained strong. But where his sister's life was in danger -- in more than one way -- it was difficult.

[Kyle Wick]

"Stay calm," Really? "I am the embodiment of calm." Kyle mouthed off to him before Bellamy pulled him into the room. The first thing he noticed was that there was a sick girl in his bed. She was clearly sick! She didn't look well and he could tell that from a moment's glance. "Roma is goign to kill you." He muttered under his breath, thinking Bellamy had a girl in his bed for 'reasons'. "I need your help," Kyle walked forward toward the girl, and brought his shirt up to cover the lower half of his face--not because he was scared but because it was smart. When things hit, it spread quickly.

Reaching out he touched her forehead. "Dude, she is like burning up." Still kneeling by the bed he looked back at Bellamy, "You need to get her tot he hospitable. Or call them to come get her." Maybe that was what he wanted. "Did you want me to sit with her while you went to get help?" He didn't know why else he was here. He wasn't a doctor! He didn't know anything about how to help people! He failed first aid! If someone choked around him he would be the worst person to try to help! Kyle had liked building things, not . . . . people.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

my  sister

MY RESPONSIBILITY

Bellamy watched as Wick stepped further inside the room, remaining silent upon his comment of Roma killing him. Right now, Bellamy didn't give a damn about that. Whatever he and Roma had, was not his priority at the moment. Octavia was. She always would be. So he just remained silent at Kyle's words . . . seeing as his cautiously approached Octavia. He pointed out that she was burning up, offering to stay with her while he got help. That, was where it got a little tricky.

"I can't," Bellamy began to say. After so many years of keeping her a well guarded and protectd secret, as well as taking all sorts of measures and precautions to ensure she didn't get exposed . . . it came down to this. Placing all his trust in Wick; placing his very life in Wick's hands. For Octavia was his life. Bellamy took a deep breath, the words seeming so foreign to say as he never considered uttering them before to anyone.

"She's my sister." And now he did. He spoke the truth that could cost her life and his own. But he didn't care about his. He just cared about her. Which was why he was even telling Wick to begin with. He paused a few moments, letting that sink in before he continued. "I'm trusting you here, Wick," he began to explain. "And I know it's asking a lot, but I can't get access to the medicine she needs. You can." He wasn't going to bother wasting any time. "Will you help me?" Another pause. "Please?" Because Bellamy just couldn't bare the thought of losing his sister.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle was not expecting Bellamy's words. He might as well of said he was going on a space walk to Earth. "I can't, She's my sister." Pulling his sleeve over his hand he reached over and wiped the girl's forehead and knew it was pointless. They weren't going to finger print her for his DNA or anything! Kyle jumped up and walked around the table. Pointing at the girl as if that told Bellamy something. "I'm trusting you here, Wick," NO! "I don't know who told you that I was a good guy to help you hide a body . . . . but i am not a good guy to help you hide a body!" He was panicking! He could feel his heart pounding! He was going to have a heart attack! This is what a heart attack felt like?! Wick walked closer to Bellamy, but then looked at the girl and walked closer, but then couldn't take it and walked back to ward the back of the room. He did this a few times while Bellamy was talking, not seeming to realize he was pacing the floor and circling the table.

"And I know it's asking a lot, but I can't get access to the medicine she needs. You can." He was asking him to die for her! Kyle didn't want to die! He was afraid of pace! He knew that was ironic, because he lived on a space ship but there it was! He liked being on the inside of the ship! Not the outside! The outside was scary. "Will you help me? Please?" OH! He did it! He asked the thing! WHY did he have to ask the thing! Kyle made an disgusted face but he knew that it was mostly because it meant he had to do it. Bellamy was his friend! He had a sister! How did one even get a sister? Was there a black market? He knew HOW but how did one hide a person!? Kyle bent over at his waist and begin taking deep breaths while trying to calm down. "I think I am going to puke." He told Bellamy, feeling the panic coming up again.