"Help me look then," Rosen replied, "He's probably doing something stupid..."

"Stupid?" Raven asked, curious.

"Like brooding or some dirt like that," Rosen muttered, "or killing someone." he noted with a nod.

"Huh..." Raven replied, getting used to hearing shocking things like that. But it looked like he intended to follow Rosen's lead.

"You look on the right half of the resort and I'll look on the left, ok?" he suggested, not telling Raven that he'd just finished searching the left half.

Raven blinked before shrugging. "Alright," he replied.

So Rosen let Raven look around as he got a drink.

Raven sorta got the feeling he was being taken advantage of, but he had nothing else to do. So he kept looking.

Eventually Rosen wanted another look at the box Long had made him so he went to Long's room.

The door was locked, and Long was in bed with the covers wrapped tightly around him. If he had been sleeping, he wasn't sleeping any more. But something defiantly wasn't right.

Rosen kicked the door unlocked, figuring Long had locked it because of his increasing paranoia. He blinked at the lump in the bed before going over to it. "Uh... Long?" he asked quietly, putting a light hand where he thought was Long's shoulder.

There was a grunt as Long supposedly rolled over. It was difficult to tell, he had pulled the covers over his head. He seemed more sick than paranoid at the moment.

Rosen blinked again, "Hey, I didn't know you got that motion sick," he explained, a little worried, "C'mon, get your head out so you can breath," he said quietly, gently pulling at the top of the covers.

Long didn't fight back too much. He wasn't sick. But upon a little investigating, it actually looked like Long was going through some withdrawal symptoms of some sort. But it wasn't clear from what.

"Ooooh," Rosen stated with a sigh as he sat back a little on the bed and stroked Long's hair, "Do you even know what drug Sheng had you on?"

Long didn't say anything, eyes a little glazed over. There seemed to be a lot about himself that he didn't know. But Long did seem to find Rosen a little comforting.

Rosen took a moment to message Zala, knowing Snow and Wolfe were too busy, before focusing back on Long. "We'll see if we can figure it out," he promised Long, still stroking his hair, "Do you want some water?"

Long didn't reply.

Rosen sighed a little, digging out one of Long's hands and rubbing it. Zala then came in with a few things. She took a blood sample and hooked Long up to an IV drip for the time being. Rosen didn't appear to like any of this, especially not the blood, but he stayed by Long.

Long didn't resist, seeming to know the drill.

Zala took the blood and began to run tests. Rosen paused before laying down next to Long, face close to his, "You're really a lot of trouble, you know that?" he stated with a sigh.

Long didn't say anything, but after awhile he rolled his head a little closer to Rosen.

The tests gave slightly ambiguous results. The withdrawal seemed to be effecting almost everything, body lacking some chemicals while his levels for others were extremely high. No known drug caused these effects. But upon further investigation, whatever the drug was, it seemed to have been tailored to Long. Long wasn't critical medically, but he might become so if the effects didn't wear off in a reasonable amount of time.

But one of the effects Zala might take note of was Long's extremely high testosterone levels, which is probably why he wasn't opposed to Rosen cuddling up with him.

Zala came back in and plugged Long up to a few other drips with combatted the worst of the drugs effects. She left the testosterone alone for kicks. Then she went is search of Yue and Blaze.

Rosen smirked a little at Long's reaction before kissing his forehead lightly, "We'll have you right as rain in no time," he promised.

Yue was with James. Blaze was off doing something for Wolfe like usual.

Long still didn't reply. As he started to feel a little better, Rosen noticed he was starting to get more cuddly.

"Long's going through withdrawals," Zala told Yue simply, "Do you have any idea what Sheng was giving him? It's from no drug I know of."

Rosen seemed surprised, Zala hadn't filled him in on the details. But he tried to comfort Long as best be could.

Yue frowned and slowly shook her head. "... I didn't think he was on anything," she replied quietly.

Long didn't try anything more. He still seemed shy in his own weird way. But it didn't look like Long intended to let Rosen leave for the time being.

"Well he is and his body's reacting badly," Zala informed her, "If it doesn't stop soon, he might be as serious risk."

James frowned, "But... you're helping, right?" Zala shrugged, as best as she could.

--

Rosen chuckled a little, wrapping an arm around Long, "You're such a kid sometimes," he stated.

Yue shook her head a little, she didn't seem to know anything.

--

"... Is that a good thing?" Long asked quietly after a long moment.

Zala sighed a little, "Well then for his sake, I hope it works itself out."

--

Rosen paused and thought about that for a moment, "Yes," he decided, "It's good to be childish sometimes."

Yue was a little depressed, trying to figure out what else she could do.

--

Long didn't reply, remaining silent for a long time.

James hugged Yue from the side, "He'll pull through," he told her gently, "He's strong."

--

Rosen smiled at Long, running a hand through his hair, "Are you angry?" He suddenly asked.

That seemed to comfort her a bit, but she still seemed intent trying to figure out some other way to help him.

--

Long glanced away. After a long moment he replied quietly, "I'm... scared..."

James let out a sigh, "Alright... alright... let's go do some research," he told her, giving in.

--

Rosen blinked, smiled fading into a frown, "... Because of the withdrawals?" he asked quietly.

Long didn't say anything, burring his face a little.

"Are you scared because we captured you?" Rosen tried next, putting his hand on the side of Long's face.

Long kept his face hidden, but his face got a little warmer. Again, he didn't say anything.

"You don't have a fever do you?" Rosen fussed a little, sitting up and looking around for a thermometer.

Long shook his head a little. By the time Rosen looked back at Long, he had taken the IV out.

"Whoa! Heyheyhey!" Rosen demanded, leaning over Long's body to try to grab back to IV.

Long tossed the IV off to the side so Rosen couldn't grab it.