Iskall fell to the ground in front of Doc.

"Wels will be glad the poison works." Doc hissed as he lifted Iskall and carried them.

Iskall puked over his shoulder and smiled.

"I never thought you and me would be something," Iskall muttered as Doc set him down on the soft, muddy ground. Doc then started building a small house while Iskall was left on the ground.

"I'm sorry Iskall," Doc muttered.

Iskall smiled as Doc picked them up and sat him in the bed.

Doc then sat them up and smiled. "Against all odds, I'll still love you," he said giving Iskall his last bucket of milk.

"Doc," Iskall said as they blushed and brought the bucket to their lips.

He tipped the bucket back and drank the milk without a second thought.

Doc wiped some of the remaining milk off of their chin and kissed them.

Suddenly they started puking again and their skin busted out with small sores.

"No no no!" Doc screamed as he saw Iskall go limp.

(Iskall85 was poisoned by Docm77)

(I didn't mean to kill him.) He typed out quickly hoping Grian wouldn't assess him as a threat as he flew into the rain desperately trying to find Iskall.

Grian stopped him with a sword to his throat when he landed.

"I didn't mean to poison him. I tried to save him." Doc said nearly crying.

"You'll need me to lead you through the traps," Grian stated with a scowl

Doc smiled at him. "No need Iskall's already done it." He said flipping the sword away with a small dagger.

Grian laughed as Doc sprinted off to find his lover.

Doc didn't mind the callous noise he just ran to find them.

Suddenly he was caught in a plant trap. "Stress! I just need to see them!"

"They don't want you." She said walking closer her eyes flaming green.

"Stress. Stress." He whimpered as he tried to escape; clutching at the thorny bushes without avail. "Please let me go." He begged.

"Outrageous man thinking you have a right to walk here." "Our turf," She said making the thorns collapse on him like a twisted hell.

He screamed in agony. "I'll make them soup. I'll wrap them in blankets I'll love them as they deserve! Just give me a chance!" He sobbed begging. All pride was wiped from his fragile figure.

Stress let him go but then he saw False who set her eyes on him. He ran. Blood dripped from their limbs. He tried to run faster as he saw her sprint toward warned him. Her run was precise regal and he could barely limp run due to his bleeding.

"We've lost sir." She said almost as a warning not to go any further.

"Go back. I have one more thing to do." He slurred as he started climbing the walls like a goat hopping from ledge to ledge precariously.

As he climbed through the open window he saw Iskall half dead on their bed.

"Get me mushroom soup and fresh milk." He ordered bo, who silently bowed and started running.

"Any questions?" He asked rhetorically as everyone stepped back and out of Iskall's room.

His blood coated the floor and before he knew it Stress had busted back in to throw him a healing potion. "You better not be playing the long game with him." She scowled.

Doc shook his head. "Never; I learn from my mistakes." He said firmly as he pushed it to Iskall's lips and tilted it back.

Iskall drank it greedily and Doc smiled as it eased the burns.

Stress stood in shock from the doorway.

"That was for you." She reasoned.

"I'm not going to die forever." He snapped.

"Yes, you are love." She laughed and tossed him a healing potion.

"It's you or him." Stress said and he gulped as he took it for himself as he saw Mumbo walking by he demanded to know where the soup was and Mumbo looked at him with wide eyes as he shivered and gave it to him.

"Please Iskall! One more minute!" He begged a man stripped of all his pride and joy with only love remaining.

They took a weary bite and smiled as they gulped it down. They then fell back into bed with the same smile.

"More please."

Doc sat them up and smiled as he slipped Iskall another bite.

"I love you Doc."