Dead Medic Catch all

[imstuck]

Phil is 100% that disaster who would fuck a ghost

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Post Week 4 Saturday event

[imstuck]

[Phil was thankfully safe in his room for the entire situation. However he heard more than enough to understand just how terrifying it was.

And well, just how upset Medic seemed about the whole thing.

Sighing to himself, Phil knows he should do something for him. Especially after everything he's done for him.

So, he texts Medic early the next morning.]

Hey Medic, you up? ;)

[resortghosts]

[Phil you really need to stop starting messages like that

Medic's reply, of course, is much more eloquent.]

h

[imstuck]

[He'll stop when he's dead.]

... I'll take that as a "yes".

Why don't you come over to my place, you could use some relaxing time ;)

[resortghosts]

cna try

[And then there's radio silence for like 5 minutes.

Eventually, Phil will notice a dip in the mattress as Medic just. Flops down beside him. Doesn't even say anything. He's just here now.]

[imstuck]

[Honestly Phil is beginning to think that Medic bailed on him before he feels that dip.]

Hey Medic.

[He wraps an arm around him and starts kissing him where he thinks his head is.]

I missed you last night.

[resortghosts]

[There's a soft hum at Phil's kiss- which misses its mark and instead hits his neck- but otherwise Medic doesn't respond for a bit.]

ovrdid it a bti

[imstuck]

I know.

I... heard what happened earlier.

[He kisses Medic again.]

You did more than I ever could have done.

[resortghosts]

yore not a dcotor

not surprisigng that i coudl do mkre

still

i cant realkly. do mcuh right now

interctijng with thigns as a ghskt taskes a lot ofg energy

[imstuck]

"Energy"?

[Phil blinks, unsure if there's a hidden meaning or if he's just tired a lot more now.]

[resortghosts]

i ltierally can barely type withotu my hand pahsing through the tabelt

[imstuck]

[Phil moves to cup Medic's cheek (wherever that is), concern growing in his voice.]

Medic, you need to relax. Just... take the rest of the day off. We don't have to talk.

[resortghosts]

[There's a brief moment where Phil's hand starts to phase through, before Medic turns solid again. He's shivering a bit.]

tellt hatt to the kdis who keep tryign to gety thmesskves killed

want to talk

like harign your vocie

[imstuck]

[Phil frowns at that. That... doesn't seem like a good sign.]

I will force you. I will lock everyone else up so that no one will bother you

[He leans against Medic.]

...I miss hearing your voice.

[resortghosts]

f you lockt hem up theyll kill each toehr fastr probbaly

nd then ill worrk harde r

[The second message... Well.]

do yiu even remmber what my vocie soudned like?

[Phil only got to hear it for one week, after all.]

[imstuck]

Medic please, I of all people know what's not healthy for you, and this is definitely not healthy. If they hurt themselves again let me take care of it. I'll use your Medigun or whatever.

[Phil lets out a dry, humorless laugh.]

Barely. It feels so faint now. That's why I want to hear it again.

[resortghosts]

just gve me a coupel days to rest upa gain its fien

[He doesn't really have an answer to the second part. Instead, Medic leans up and Phil will feel a very light kiss to his cheek that's gone as soon as he registers it.]

[imstuck]

I'm holding you to that, you know. If I see you doing anything that seems productive at all, I'm dragging your ass back to my room so you can rest.

[Even though he's joking his grip on Medic tightens a little, as if he's worried about something.]

[resortghosts]

yes sir ;)

[That's a joke.]

i really do sjut need rest thoguh. and food. btu msotly rest