He lingered. He never thought he would.

He hardly thought he was a man for a community, not one to form what he thought to be meaningless bonds with other humans. He thrived on his own, without external help.

However, in a moment of weakness, he allowed himself to be scooped up into the arms of a wonderful community. One person in particular had been overwhelmingly forthcoming. That person was the one he seemed to spend most of his time with.

Yet now, Tyan was silent. In his hand, a plague cure. On the infirmary bed infront of him, his beloved friend, stricken with the plague. Bound to turn into a zed if a cure wasn’t supplied quick enough.

“Hey..”

He spoke softly, gently reaching a hand out to prod at his friend.

“..made some of the plague cure with the doctors help. I can inject it in you if you’d let me.”