Although Worm aggressively tried to not worry so much about others even when he was trying to avoid himself, the anxiety that accompanied his every move was sunk into his bones, clinging desperately like a dying man to the last throes of life. Because of this, Worm found that even though he wasn't a medic, his life too revolved somewhat around the schedules of Beck and Sam, and everyone else involved in their care. Worm didn't go to visit the pair every day, but he did go occasionally, stopping at Sam's to shoot the shit with her and jokingly congratulate her on her new scars, because "chicks dig scars", and then would continue on to go see Beck. Most of the time these visits were short, since Beck was such a volatile soul that Wormwood could never tell if he was going to say something wrong. For the most part though, he had begun to learn the language of Beck, and because of this most of the time when he went to visit he came with candy, and whatever horror related thing that he could manage to find that particular day. It had become a sort of ritual, and Worm liked to think that it was his way of helping out with Beck's recovery, even though he wasn't exactly a medic. He was quite happy to leave the healing parts ot Selby and Moth.
Today had been one of the days where his plan had been to visit, and he had a little bag of sour candies and an old shitty horror movie clamped in his mouth as he moved carefully through the rain. His ears were pinned back in displeasure as his pelt became more and more soaked with every step, and he didn't lift his head until he heard frantic footsteps. He looked up just in time to see Selby rushing off from Beck's house, and a spike of worried nausea passed through him, wondering what could've been going on. Speeding up his former relatively relaxed trot, the hellhound managed to make it to the front of Beck's house, gently nudging the door farther open and feeling his heart immediately sink when he saw the shattered mirror, and smelled the thick metallic sting of blood. He let the candy and the movie fall from his jaws, and he quickly turned to move off after Selby and Moth, following their scents as quickly as he could before the rain swept them off again into nothingness. Thankfully they were fresh, and Worm's ears could still faintly pick up on Selby's frantic pawsteps.
Eventually he came upon the scene with Beck, Moth, and Selby, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw the state that Beck was currently in. He could see the mangled remnants of himself that the ghost had left behind as a trail to this place, and when he saw how the medics needed to restrain him as he thrashed and let out noises of pain and fear, such grand confusion that Worm couldn't even begin to understand the source of, he was filled with both a sense of pity and concern. Keeping his distance so that Selby and Moth could work uninterrupted, Worm swallowed thickly before he was able to speak, his voice directed at either of them but his gaze trained directly on Beck, "Jesus Christ... uhm. Moth. If you need me to get anything, for him... just ask." He knew that Moth and Selby both had their own little bags of supplies and various resources to call upon for their uses, Wormwood was still willing to rush off and grab anything that he could, just so Beck could stop suffering. For now all he could do was stay back and watch, praying that Beck would be alright and being utterly dumbfounded as to what had put his friend in such a state.
Today had been one of the days where his plan had been to visit, and he had a little bag of sour candies and an old shitty horror movie clamped in his mouth as he moved carefully through the rain. His ears were pinned back in displeasure as his pelt became more and more soaked with every step, and he didn't lift his head until he heard frantic footsteps. He looked up just in time to see Selby rushing off from Beck's house, and a spike of worried nausea passed through him, wondering what could've been going on. Speeding up his former relatively relaxed trot, the hellhound managed to make it to the front of Beck's house, gently nudging the door farther open and feeling his heart immediately sink when he saw the shattered mirror, and smelled the thick metallic sting of blood. He let the candy and the movie fall from his jaws, and he quickly turned to move off after Selby and Moth, following their scents as quickly as he could before the rain swept them off again into nothingness. Thankfully they were fresh, and Worm's ears could still faintly pick up on Selby's frantic pawsteps.
Eventually he came upon the scene with Beck, Moth, and Selby, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw the state that Beck was currently in. He could see the mangled remnants of himself that the ghost had left behind as a trail to this place, and when he saw how the medics needed to restrain him as he thrashed and let out noises of pain and fear, such grand confusion that Worm couldn't even begin to understand the source of, he was filled with both a sense of pity and concern. Keeping his distance so that Selby and Moth could work uninterrupted, Worm swallowed thickly before he was able to speak, his voice directed at either of them but his gaze trained directly on Beck, "Jesus Christ... uhm. Moth. If you need me to get anything, for him... just ask." He knew that Moth and Selby both had their own little bags of supplies and various resources to call upon for their uses, Wormwood was still willing to rush off and grab anything that he could, just so Beck could stop suffering. For now all he could do was stay back and watch, praying that Beck would be alright and being utterly dumbfounded as to what had put his friend in such a state.
[glow=black,2,300]YOUR CHANNEL IS UNREACHABLE[/glow]
— Reggan