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Panacea [c]
POSTED ON May 22, 2022 21:34:20 GMT
Oscar's hope wavered as both Bryan and Xerneas made a note on how they have never heard of Oscar's ailment. He expected this from Bryan, but hearing it from Xerneas put into perspective just how fucked he was. However this did not stop Bryan from attempting to help, and Oscar would let out a shaky sigh of relief as his comrade manifested his power.
The wrong power. Bryan noted that it was hard to keep track, and Oscar could not help but chuckle. "I would not know." Luckily the mix up seemed to be sorted, and a strange breeze would envelope Oscar. He breathed in, and the air suddenly smelled of blossoms and--apples? Peculiar, but not unwelcome. It brought Oscar peace, and as he exhaled he would not feel the familiar pain in his chest that had haunted him for months.
Oscar's eyes widened as he began to breathe in deeply, it was so easy--effortless even. It was like walking one hundred miles with weights on your back and finally taking the weights off. As Bryan asked how he felt, Oscar hesitated to answer as he indulged in his freedom. After several moments of heavily inhaling and exhaling, Oscar rose to his feet and stood very still. His joints did not ache, nor did his muscles screech in defiance to the slightest of movements. His legs felt--
Oscar threw aside his cane, a low chuckle emerging from deep within his throat. The chuckle rose, developing into a manic laugh that echoed across the tree's canopy. He lurched back, forcing himself to cackle for the first time since this whole trouble began. "I feel amazing!" he would finally yell, lifting his arms upward as the sweet euphoria of good health sent ripples through his body. The sudden switch between dying and being cured--it was greater than any possible high.
Oscar's arms fell, hanging loosely at his sides as his laughter died down. His mind was racing, he had so much to do now--so much to share. The rapid pace of his thoughts halted abruptly as he looked to Bryan and his patron. What an amazing duo they made. Oscar composed himself, which was difficult since even the slightest movement felt heavenly. "So that probably seemed fuckin' crazy, but you gotta understand I've been running from death's door for the past few months. To be finally relieved of that suffering was--I'll never be able to replicate this happiness." Oscar put his hands to his face, slowly running his fingers down his cheeks. They were warm; the sensation of healthy blood running through his veins caused Oscar to shudder.
"I owe you more than a simple friendship could provide Bryan. I swear to you I will pay back this miracle, whatever you need I'll provide."
Oscar suddenly burst off into a sprint, running toward the exit of the tree. "I have so much to accomplish! My schedule has been backed up for weeks, I'll call you later alright!? Thanks again!" Oscar's feeling of gratitude was one hundred percent genuine, but with his miraculous recovery there was a great deal to catch up on. How could he wait another second?
Bryan would not hear from Oscar for a week. A day past the week anniversary of this event, Oscar would reappear at the tree. He walked in without struggle, but something was clearly ailing him. His eyes had heavy circles, and his skin once again appeared nearly translucent. A new development would make itself seen as Oscar fully emerged into the light of the tree. His countless veins were visible beneath his skin, having turned a wretched black. Once again Oscar would call out to Bryan.
"Bryan, it's me Oscar! Sorry for the radio silence but as you can see--something's come up. The disease-- it evolved."
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