A/N: Alternately titled "Holy Shite Dew's Not Dead". So sorry for lack of updates, school has been and still is a nightmare and I haven't had the time or inspiration to write for a long time. Don't ask where this came from, because even I don't know.

Anyway, !!Trigger Warning!! For drug use and stuff associated with that, as well as mentions to underage drinking. Also, I have no clue how actual emergency calls or medical procedures work, so. :P

Teencast AU

It had taken days and days of annoying the crap out of Will and multiple creative threats to destroy his things and erase the memory on his computer and all his USB's to finally convince him to come to Sips' party where he and his band would be playing their first public gig. Parvis was over the moon when Sips offered to let them play, and he really wanted Will to hear how good they'd gotten. Despite the aliens numerous denials of the fact, he was quite happy for Parvis.

They left their small apartment they rented together an hour before the party was scheduled to start (even though Parvis whined about showing up too early) and ended up arriving half an hour late anyway. Strife had no idea how they managed that, when Sips' parents' house was only forty-five minutes from their apartment. He didn't bother dwelling on it though, after all, this was Parvis he was talking about.

When they did finally arrive at the party, they were met with loud music in a very large house, with lots of people. A lot of them were people they were fairly close with, just close enough to be called friends, but the rest were complete strangers to the two.

At seven o'clock, an hour after the party had started, Parvis went up onto the make-shift stage with his band to tune before playing. It was at that time, when Will was resting against the wall in a secluded corner that he was approached by the host himself.

"Heeeyyyy, Strife! How's the party for ya'?" The grey skinned man asked, voice just a bit too loud even above the general noise of the stereotypical party.

Will frowned slightly. In all honestly he wasn't enjoying it at all. It was far too loud, and even more crowded. Will had never been fond of large crowds, and the noise just gave him a headache.

"It's... alright, I guess." He answered, fiddling with the sleeve of his red shirt. "Not really my thing, I only came because Parvis wouldn't shut up about it."

"Really? Come on, Strife! You gotta have some fun sometimes! Here, have a drink of this." Turning to a carton of unlabelled bottles that Will hadn't notice him holding previously. He produced a small glass bottle filled with a drink of some sort. Without waiting for conformation, Sips quickly pulled off the top and shoved the beverage into the green eyed man's hands before he could even register it had even been opened.

Will glanced down at the non-descript bottle suspiciously, then back up at Sips who sighed in exasperation.

"It's cider, Strife, I've given it to everyone here." He paused and gestured around to a few bottles held in people's hands or sitting empty and forgotten on a table nearby. When Will didn't make any move to have any, Sips continued. "Come on, just a sip. If you don't like it, I won't hold it against you, but you've gotta at least try it. Where's the harm in that?"

Giving one last look at Sips, the blonde sighed and lifted the bottle. He gave it a quick sniff, and when that seemed fine he brought it to his lips and tipped his head back, taking a small mouthful with him. He was grateful for the fact that it was indeed cider, he didn't want any alcohol in his system as it would affect his work.

Swallowing the slightly fizzy drink, he put the bottle on the nearest table and looked at Sips, who was grinning widely.

"That's it, Strife! See? Wasn't that bad, now was it? Anyway, I believe your boyfriends about to start, so you better pay attention." And with that, he left a spluttering Strife staring after him, the freckles on his cheeks flaring a faint green in embarrassment.

After taking a moment to gather himself, he turned towards Parvis' band and listened to them play. He had to admit, they were very good, even though he would probably never admit that out loud.

The band finished their songs after about an hour and a half of playing, by which time Strife had retreated into a small table on his own. He hadn't been feeling well for just over an hour, and he'd stumbled over to the table to sit down when he began to feel dizzy and his vision blurred in front of him.

It was scary, and he found himself constantly glancing around the room as if something was going to jump out and attack him right then and there. He noticed after a while that his hands were shaking and he couldn't understand why. Maybe he was cold, it felt a bit chilly, but that couldn't be it as he was sweating. It was hard to think with all the noise before, but it must have gotten louder because Will could hardly concentrate anymore.

He was violently pulled from his confused thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped back from it, nearly falling to the floor if it weren't for, who he now recognised as Parvis's reflexes.

"Whoa there Strifeykins, you okay? You look a bit pale." He asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked his friend over properly, who still hadn't turned to look at him.

And it was true, Strife's face was drained of colour expect for the deep flush of his cheeks, like he'd just done a lot of running. His breathing was shallow and slightly faster than it should be. It was only then did Parvis notice the shake of Strife's hands, and the slight tremor of his body. His eyes, normally a bright emerald green, were now dull and murky. The little lights under his eyes were the same and pulsing faintly.

"I'm fine." He said shortly, although his words were slurred and it seemed to take a lot of effort to speak. "I'm just feeling a little off is all."

"Will... I think maybe we should go, you really don't look well-"

"I'm fine!" He snapped, standing up sharply taking the chair with him, and turning his gaze on the dark haired man. His pupils were blown and unfocused as he stared at Parv, not completely looking like he knew where he was.

Parvis' own eyes widened at the sight, and suddenly everything clicked. He'd seen something like this happen before when he was in high school.

"No, Will, seriously, I think we need to get you to a hospital or something!" He said frantically, trying his best to convince his friend of the situation.

"I said I'm fine! So just leave me the fuck alon-" He began turning to walk away. Parv turned after him, but he didn't get far before the blonde stumbled, hand going to his head as he swayed to the side off balance. His foot caught on the upturned chair and before Parvis could react, Will fell forwards and his head hit the rim of a wooden coffee table. Parvis only just managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

"Will? Will?! Will, can you hear me? Will?" Parvis asked in panic, carefully laying the blonde's head on his knee and trying to stop the blood flow with the sleeve of his hoodie. He carefully checked to see if he was still breathing, and lightly flicked his cheek while calling his name. He hesitantly pressed two fingers to Will's neck and checked his pulse, letting out a small whimper at how fast it was.

He quickly shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone and dialled the emergency centre. He waited a few moments before the voice of a polite sounding woman answered him and asked what was wrong.

"Hi, yeah, um, so I-I think someone gave something to my friend because he was really pale and shaky. He was really out of it and he was just acting really weird and then he just collapsed and he hit his head andIdon'tknowwhattodo-" He told her quickly, trying his best to be clear over the loud noise around him and to stop himself from hyperventilating with panic.

"Sir, calm down, it's going to be okay. What's your name?" She responded calmly.

"P-Parvis." He stuttered, taking a deep inhale to try and calm his rapidly racing heartbeat.

"Okay, Parvis, I need you to tell me where you are."

"I-I'm at a party. The address is... its- its uhh... oh god. I can't remember the address!" He whimpered, his grip on his phone tightening painfully.

"Parvis, calm down. Can you tell me who's running the party?"

"Uh, Sips. Sips Lovasz."

"Okay, thank you. His father works in the police department. We'll send an ambulance there right away. Can you tell me if he's still breathing?"

Parvis nodded mutely, then remembered she couldn't see it. "Y-yes. But his pulse is really fast and he was breathing funny before he passed out, and he's bleeding where he hit his head."

"Okay, thank you Parvis. Help should be there soon. Just sit tight and keep his head elevated. If he stops breathing, call again."

"O-okay. Th-thank you." And with that, she hung up and he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Carefully, he lifted his sleeve off of Will's head to find it wet with his blood. The sound of the party happening around the two drifted away as Parvis focussed all his attention on trying to stem the flow of blood from Will's forehead. He tried to ignore the shake of his hands and the amount of blood staining his hoodie and the few random napkins he'd managed to grab without jostling his friend too much.

It seemed like such a long time before the sound of sirens had the music being abruptly cut off followed by the sound of many feet rushing to exit before, what they believed to be the police, came.

Parvis had nearly been trampled in their haste quite a few times and a young woman wearing what looked like a mushroom necklace, who also looked suspiciously like she'd had too much to drink tripped over Strife's legs and barely managed to steady herself before she continued on her way after a slurred "Sorry! Oopsies!", meeting up and giggling at another girl who also looked slightly intoxicated, but more steady on her feet and pressing a chaste kiss the curly haired brunettes cheek before leaving hand in hand.

The majority of people had cleared out by the time two men in uniform carry first aid bags walked briskly through the doors. Parvis hailed them over and they crouched beside Will and began checking his pulse. After that was done, he pulled out a small torch and opened one of Will's eyes and waved it back and forth over his pupil which did not react to the light, instead remaining blown wide and unfocused.

They asked him questions, to all of which he answered truthfully to the best of his ability. He explained how he suspected that someone had given him a drink that had been spiked, but he didn't know who. They seemed to agree with him for the most part, from what they could see of the blonde's condition and when Parvis explained how Will usually acted to them on the ride to the hospital.

Will was immediately taken away to be examined and treated, leaving the dark haired man to pace and hum to himself slightly hysterically. A kind looking nurse, who had obviously grown tired and sympathetic of his nervous pacing, walked over and gently guided him into an uncomfortable plastic chair that hospitals loved to make you wait in for hours on end only to tell you to go home afterwards. She had been talking, probably saying things that were supposed to be comforting, but Parvis, whose attention span had always been minute at best, had shattered and he couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a moment.

After what seemed like hours to Parvis, who had been bouncing his legs in anticipation for the at least half an hour, a nurse walked over to him and instructed him to follow. He was led to the room where his friend was, as well as a few other unfortunate patients, but he paid them no mind, instead focussing on the IV in Wills hand and the slightly less pale tone of his skin and the oxygen mask over his mouth.

"He has a mild concussion, but it's nothing to worry about, and from the blood tests we took, it appears that he's been overdosed on Redstone. He's had a bad reaction to it, but his biology saved him for the most part. From what we can tell, he didn't experience the high one would normally have. He is incredibly lucky, that dose could have potentially been fatal to anyone else." The doctor told him.

Parvis made a noise of distress and unconsciously inched closer to the bed that Will was asleep on.

"When will he be okay again?" The dark haired man asked, before he had a thought that made him give a short chuckle. "He'd kill me if he missed his exams because of this, then he'd work himself into the ground trying to study for them even though he already knows everything. I swear he's a walking encyclopaedia sometimes." Parvis smiled, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye.

The doctor smiled and shook his head at him. "He should be fine after a few days' rest, it will take about a week for it to leave his system, but he may show signs of withdrawals for the weeks after."

"But he was only given it once! It's not like he did this on purpose! Why would he want more?!" Parvis cried indignantly.

"It doesn't matter, once is enough to form an addiction or worse. Just keep an eye on him for the time being and contact a doctor if you see any symptoms." The doctor then proceeded to explain possible symptoms Will could have when he was allowed to bring him home in a few days so he knew what to watch out for and then left to tend to other patients.

Will didn't wake up until early the next day. He woke up confused and disorientated. He'd tried to rip the IV from his hand and the mask from his face before Parvis managed to stop him by carefully grabbing his trembling hands in his own.

Parvis only just managed to explain what happened without breaking down too much before the blonde pass out again.

The next time Will woke, he was a bit more coherent and was able to ask questions without too much trouble. He recovered fairly quickly and was released by the end of the week. Thankfully, he was able to sit his exams without too much hassle and passed with flying colours. He had brief moments in the first few weeks where he showed signs of withdrawals but they didn't effect daily life overall.

Unfortunately, once Will had told Parvis the last thing he remembered before feeling ill was being handed a drink by Sips, the man had all but stormed over to him, smacked him right on the jaw with a punch filled with strength someone of his build had no right to possess, cursed him for drugging Will and stormed off. Needless to say, they were no longer friends.

But even worse of all, Parvis blamed himself for it all happening in the first place. Believing that if he hadn't forced Will to come none of this would have happened.

In the end, all it took was the abrupt feeling of soft lips on his own to cut off his rant and a firm "Shut up, Parv." That had no real heat to it to silence him about the matter.

A/N: *Shamelessly plugs in own art* Ignore the toplessness if it bothers you in this context (it kind of bothers me, but eh). Is it okay? Does it suck? I drew it, and thought "Hey, I could totally do a kiss scene and plop this in." And then I did. I don't know :P If its terrible, just pretend it doesn't exist. 'Kay?

Love you all!