Grinning, he followed, scooping up the vampire who had barely been trying. He took a single step towards the bed when his limbs seized up under a barrage of pain that seemed to strike him like a bolt of lightning as it traveled from his back outwards. Unable to hold Foxx’s weight, Harlow dropped the man, shouting out in pain as he collapsed on top of him.
“What the fuck?!” Foxx squawked, flailing as he landed hard on the carpeted floor, only to have the wind knocked out of him when Harlow’s full weight came down on top of him, the man shouting out in obvious pain.
“Back,” Harlow croaked.
Gasping for air, Foxx’s eyes widened when he’d regained his breath and the word registered. With all his willpower, he held back the laugh that tried to immediately bubble out, lip trembling in his effort.
Hold it back, Foxx, hold it back!he screamed in his head.
“Did you…throw your,” he cleared his throat, swallowing down another laugh, “Back out?” Foxx winced at how much his voice trembled.
“Fucking, son of…” Harlow growled. “I think so.” The man let out a painful grunt as he wiggled a bit on top of him, before releasing a string of curses, and admitting through clenched teeth, “I can’t move.”
Tears started to pool in his eyes. No, no… Don’t do it, Foxx. It would be too mean! Oh, by the Goddess, he wanted to laugh so badly that his stomach was starting to hurt.
Clearing his throat again, he calmly said, “Let me call an ambulance,” as he shimmied out from under Harlow.
The human grunted in more pain, before growling, “Don’t you dare!”
“Harlow, you can’t…” His lips trembled more. “Move…” A single tear slipping out finally broke his willpower. Foxx’s laughter burst free, more tears coming with it. “I can’t!” He continued laughing until he was breathless and holding his sides, his stomach starting to cramp from how hard he was carrying on.
When Foxx was finally able to control himself again, he found Harlow looking at him like he was measuring his body for a coffin.
Foxx sniffed. “Well, I tried, okay?! And trying counts just as much as succeeding…sometimes. But, like, can you blame me for laughing? You have to admit, it’s pretty funny!”
“Foxx, I haven’t wanted to kill you in a long while. Thanks for reminding me what that feels like!” Harlow hissed.
He snorted. “Welcome!” Wiping tears from his eyes, he sniffled and said, “You have two options. Either I pick you up and take you to the car, then drive you to the nearest hospital, which will no doubt end with you lying on the floor as you wait Goddess knows how long for a room. Or the easiest option, you let me call an ambulance, which will end in you most likely getting seen sooner.”
“Neither of those are an option! I can move!”
Foxx crossed his arms and slowly raised a brow at the human. “Prove it.”
Harlow wiggled a bit, but failed to lift up even his upper body in the least.
“FUCK!” the man swore. Pressing his face to the carpet, Harlow screamed—though it was muffled by said carpet, so at least no one would call the cops.
After what Foxx was going to call a minute long screaming tantrum, the human looked at him, eyes narrowed and murderous. “Call the damn ambulance.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Fuck you,” Harlow grumbled.
“You tried, that’s how we got here.” He chuckled as he started to search his discarded blood-covered sunsuit for his cell phone.
“Wait!” Harlow barked.
His hand froze right on his phone. “What?”
“Help me put some pants on.”
“They are just going to remove them when you get there.”
“I’m not going there fucking naked!”
“Do you really care if anyone sees you naked, Harlow?! Like, I didn’t think you were a modesty type of guy.”
“It’s not about fucking modesty. It’s about… JUST HELP ME GET DRESSED!” Harlow bellowed.
