As she made her way out of the room, she made sure to take the beakers with the mucus and cum. Emil was still laying on the bed. "Aren't you going to get dressed!? I know she gave you an hour, but still. You should get out of here before she changes her mind." I said to him. He just looked at me. "I can't. My motor systems are shot. If it was any harder to focus, I wouldn't be able to manually override the motion in my hips." I looked around and found a laundry hamper. There was a towel inside. I used it to wipe his back down. That stopped the ooze from covering and spreading. It looked like a bad rash. "I bet you're wishing you weren't such an asshole to me before." I joked to cut the tension. He just glared at me. Since he was not actively using his full weight, I was able to slide him off the bed. I had to dress him like he was a doll. He did not say anything the whole time. A hiss as the fabric ran along his irritated flesh was the most I got from him. That was a bit weird. My discomfort at that moment was not as important as getting him out of the apartment. I lifted him on my shoulder and carried him.
Between his weight and the distance, I was in for a real workout. The door was not locked and we entered the hallway. We were lucky that there was an elevator on their floor. It was at the end of the hallway. Making it was not too much of a hassle compared to lugging his body down the stairs. Once on the ground floor, we made our way out the building. I was not expecting him to turn and pin me against the front door. He jammed his knee right under my balls. "I'll never forget or forgive you for this. I will kill you for this one day." He swore. I just smirked and said "I wasn't the one who thought I was a creep. You lost focus and got played like a chump. You couldn't even get dressed a few minutes ago. Don't make me kill you right now." He jerked and backed up. He was still having trouble moving. "You might want to go to one of the friends that you said you could trust. That much damage is going to make it hard to get around for a while." I remarked looking closer at him. "I don't need you telling me that!" Emil pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "I need help. Salt water."
Cab service at my beck and call, I just dialed Ryder and told him to pick me up. I crossed the street because I did not want to have to put him down. When I heard a car horn, I looked down the block. It was not one of the cabs. I looked as a red sedan pulled up and a cyborg with a futuristic gun got out. He looked at Emil leaning against the wall and rushed over to him. They talked in a hushed tone and I could not hear what they said. I did notice Emil point at me. The other one turned and we locked eyes. He then turned back to Emil. He picked the injured cyborg up and took him to the car. Once he was secured, the cyborg crossed the street to come talk to me. I ignored him and began to walk off. He just followed me at a distance. When I turned the corner, I drew my rifle. He did not turn the corner. I took that to mean he knew exactly what I was doing. Better to be safe than sorry. I backed up a bit and crossed the street again. I made my way back to the apartment with him on the opposite side of the street. He smirked until he saw me get closer to the sedan. He then glared at me hard.
