There was one small problem, or well, a large problem, and it was namely that Noah was fairly certain he had been more lucid that one fateful time he had taken LSD than he was right then. He moaned as he was moved, every muscle in his body protesting as he squinted up through blurred eyes at a face he couldn't recognize aside from knowing it was likely not Fishy Haddock. Not being Haddock was not however enough, and as another person appeared Noah began to flail around, his eyes snapping shut as he pushed at his would be attackers or helpers, fear trumping pain just long enough for it to seem like the best option.

The taste was rancid was his next thought, his only thought as he collapsed back on the ground before bringing up what felt like most of his guts. It didn't help, he could still taste blood, this time mingled with the rancid taste of bile. Yet it had taken any thought of fight out of him, leaving him still enough to begin to vaguely register that someone was speaking.

Opening his eyes Noah let out a rather pathetic sounding sob, burying his head in Davy's arm, his entire being too exhausted to try and speak as the effects of the curse continued to grip him.


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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens