[ due to a lack of conveyed urgency on billy's part (and frankly a lack of detail), jeff doesn't exactly take his time, but he's in no immediate rush to get to the asylum. from what he can tell, david is fine - a little sluggish at his best guess, from whatever he inhaled, but relatively okay otherwise. just in need of an extra shoulder to lean on back to camp, probably preferably belonging to someone david knows won't mention any of this after they get back.
but he makes good time, despite being left partially in the dark. billy mentioned the church, so that's where he heads, keeping and eye and an ear out for any unsavory characters. sally he can mostly handle, but that clown bastard sparks instant aggression in him for whatever reason. jeff follows the smell of old burning wood, slips into the church through an open archway, and reaches for the flashlight in his back pocket. it's not that dark, but it doesn't hurt to have it ready.
the faint smell of stale tobacco meets him before the sight of billy or david, but it doesn't take him very long to find them either. billy looking a little more frazzled than jeff would have guessed (he was expecting annoyance over anything else), and david—
david looks like he's battling something. a little pink in the face, down the column of his throat, and covered in sweat. he looks like he's just run a killer around for ten minutes and then some, but there are no signs of the clown or the nurse. no blood, as far as he can tell, and aside from the mildly spooked expression, billy seems unscathed. the difference between them is a little alarming.
immediately, jeff moves forward, brushes past billy with a quick pat-squeeze to his bicep (strangely similar to the same way david does sometimes), pushes the medkit he brought with him into his hands. david's jacket is on the floor, jeff notes, as he steps over it to get to david. he shoves his flashlight back into his back pocket, reaches for david and then just kind of. stops, hands hovering near him but not touching him. ]
Hey. [ quiet, direct, maybe with a little unexpected softness as his brows pinch together slightly. ] You okay? Heard you got into some shit.
[ he glances back at billy over his shoulder, eyes narrowed just slightly. not accusatory, just - questioning. ]
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but he makes good time, despite being left partially in the dark. billy mentioned the church, so that's where he heads, keeping and eye and an ear out for any unsavory characters. sally he can mostly handle, but that clown bastard sparks instant aggression in him for whatever reason. jeff follows the smell of old burning wood, slips into the church through an open archway, and reaches for the flashlight in his back pocket. it's not that dark, but it doesn't hurt to have it ready.
the faint smell of stale tobacco meets him before the sight of billy or david, but it doesn't take him very long to find them either. billy looking a little more frazzled than jeff would have guessed (he was expecting annoyance over anything else), and david—
david looks like he's battling something. a little pink in the face, down the column of his throat, and covered in sweat. he looks like he's just run a killer around for ten minutes and then some, but there are no signs of the clown or the nurse. no blood, as far as he can tell, and aside from the mildly spooked expression, billy seems unscathed. the difference between them is a little alarming.
immediately, jeff moves forward, brushes past billy with a quick pat-squeeze to his bicep (strangely similar to the same way david does sometimes), pushes the medkit he brought with him into his hands. david's jacket is on the floor, jeff notes, as he steps over it to get to david. he shoves his flashlight back into his back pocket, reaches for david and then just kind of. stops, hands hovering near him but not touching him. ]
Hey. [ quiet, direct, maybe with a little unexpected softness as his brows pinch together slightly. ] You okay? Heard you got into some shit.
[ he glances back at billy over his shoulder, eyes narrowed just slightly. not accusatory, just - questioning. ]
How long's he been burning up?