[ fine, if you want the long story now, then eliot will just have to give you a condensed version because it actually is a weirdly long and fucked up story that ends with his best friend's death, and he doesn't have enough alcohol in his system to have that conversation yet. ]

Okay, well, [ eliot takes a breath and sighs. ] Short version: I royally fucked up and unleashed this. Thing. A horribly, fucked up god-like thing. It possessed my body, and the only way to force it out was to using these enchanted axes that purge intruders from a host. Or something like that.

I still have the stitches in, but I definitely don't have enough pain pills to last me more than a few weeks at best. [ and not that he'd admit to robbie, but it's hard enough already forcing himself not to pop one every few hours. eliot's doing his best to make it last now, though. especially if he won't be seeing anything as powerful as oxy again for a while. ]