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WHO| Eliot Spencer, Ariadne, and anyone else he stumbles across
WHAT| The aftermath of a particularly bad "date"
WHEN| The night after Ariadne's crowning ceremony
WHERE| The District 6 suite at the Training Center
WARNING/NOTES| Aftermath of drug use, possible references to prostitution and dub-con, possible language

Eliot stumbled into the elevator and pushed a button. His head spun and he fell against the wall of the elevator. His stomach lurched in reaction. He jerked as he touched the wall, every sensation heightened to the point where he could barely make sense of anything. He had to get to his room. He needed to be somewhere away from prying eyes, and cameras, and people he might say the wrong thing to.

He saw more than heard the chime when the elevator arrived at the floor. He staggered out as the door opened, feeling oddly weak. The room spun around him. He reached for the back of chair to keep himself upright but he couldn't hold on and fell to the floor. At that point, his stomach decided it couldn't take anymore and he found himself retching, unable to stop as his body objected to everything that had been forced on it in the past few hours. He couldn't stop the tears that came with the vomiting. He hadn't wanted this. Not the drugs, not the sex, not any of it. He didn't do drugs. Ever. He couldn't. Not with his job. But his date hadn't listened. No, stop, no. He couldn't...

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Eliot flinched at the sound of his name. It looked too loud. And then he looked up to see some kind of monster. When had they taken him back to the Arena? He punched weakly at the thing's leg trying to buy enough time to get away. But that threw his balance off again and he fell on his side, trapping his other hand under him awkwardly. "Aria-ee," he slurred. "Don... Th'r's..." He trailed off as his stomach lurched again.

Oh. Oh dear, what happened to him. Eliot didn't even seem to recognize him and was trying to attack him. Though, said attack wasn't even hitting him. Not that that was any comfort.

"Eliot?" He spoke again, this time lowering his voice. "It's me, Don."

Asking what the shell happened was probably a bit too much for him to process at the moment. Especially since he was too busy throwing up.

"Don'..." Eliot tried moving again. His stomach definitely didn't like that. He didn't want... Not again... But everything seemed to move both too slow and too fast. "Pleasss... Ari..."

He gagged again but nothing came out this time. He pulled away, trying to get anywhere but where the mutt was. If he was going to die or... or worse, he didn't want it to be like this. Although he wasn't sure whatever drugs he'd been given wouldn't kill him first. "L-Linnny?"

Well, shell. How was he going to do this? Generally, he'd have some kind of equipment to help pump his stomach of the drugs or food - because at this point its really one of two things - but of course, Tributes don't have access to life-saving equipment like that.

Which meant he'd need to find a doctor or medic or something. Which meant leaving Eliot--wait, "Linny"?

That sounded familiar.

"Nnno!" The word came out loud and harsh despite Eliot's slurred speech that even he could barely understand. But his tongue, his mouth weren't working right. "Nno' h'mm. W-won' lle' you."

He somehow managed to start crawling back toward the elevator despite complaints from his now nearly empty stomach. Lindsey. He couldn't let the mutt hurt his brother.

Oh no. In his condition, there is no way Don was going to let Eliot do that. He needed help; Eliot wasn't going to make it far if he tries to leave. Quickly, Don goes to give Eliot a gentle, but firm, shove. He intends to get Eliot off-balance, at least long enough to get into the elevator and prevent Eliot from getting on it.

Eliot kicked at the monster as he fell. Or at least he tried. He couldn't let it get to Lindsey. He couldn't just let his brother die like that. Damn it, what he'd give for a gun right then. He couldn't make anything else work. He needed to kill it somehow.