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As the two spoke of leaving, Billy's breathing picked up and he opened his mouth to protest, his brain-chemicals ebbing to twist his expression into a look of neeedy sorrow, "Don'... don' go... don'..." A flicker of LED, a whurring of machinery, adn the octopus quieted again obediantly, "Been... goo' boy."

The activation of the device around the man's neck confused him at first, the boy narrowing his eyes as he watched it function like he could feel Billy's pain. Whatever it was, it was definetly the work of that godamn doctor again.

As the grimace washed away from his features, Alec nodded to Sid before wading over to solid ground near the two of them. Emerging dripping with sparse bits of clinging lake moss, he moved over towards Billy with casual caution. "Kay... bu' ye best no' spew on me, mate." He muttered half-amused, looking over Billy's lumpy, slimey form as he tried to size it up for means of easy transport. Where the hell are his arms, even? I can see myself dragging the poor guy by his neck soon. He thought to himself, offering a quick glance to Sid in hopes he'd understand the issue.

"Wouldn't work," Sid said simply. He was going to have to get up sooner or later, so he reposistioned his cane on the rock, and very slowly levered himself up. Trying not to aggrivate things further proved impossible, given the way he went about it. He managed, and he sighed when he was standing again. It was easy enough to spot the chair once he was actually looking for it, but its condition wasn't reassuring.

The pills were still waiting in his pocket, and he had something to wash them down with, it was just a matter of finding the chance to do it surreptitiously. In the meantime... "I'll get the chair."

The things he did to look capable... The chair, as it turned out, was still useful, if a bit squeaky.

Billy was suprisingly light, undoubtably from the weight he had lost durring his sedated period, but his many limp limbs made him difficult to grasp. His slimy wet skin didn'th elp either, and he made no move to take a hold of the shark himself, his head mearly lolling uselessly from one side to the other as he was dropped, manhandled and tugged at.

Alec took a step back after Billy had been successfully deposited in the wheelchair, his nose wrinkled in somesort of mild disgust. It was apparent why his expression was such by the way he was holding his arms out as if he'd touched the Plague. Attempts to stifle "He feels like snot" from ever escaping his lips, the teen took the helm and grasped the handles of the wheelchair.

"Lead th'way?" He nodded to Sid before trying his best to get the chair moving in the soft soil, whistling something cheerful like the verses to Devil's Dance Floor.

"I got it, I got it." Sid walked over and grabbed the bag from the branch. He handed it over to Billy once he rejoined them.

Just as Alec asked he led the way, even if he'd been hoping to fall behind to keep his method of taking pills to himself. He made it at least a few yards before he couldn't take it anymore. He slipped cane under one arm and limped while he unscrewed the cap from the bottle of whiskey. He didn't trust his coordination enough to try and take the pills while he walked.

"One sec."

He stopped long enough to throw back both pills and chase them with some of what doctors said never to take them with. He'd apparently had plenty of opportunity to practice since he changed. He transferred the cane back to his hand and started walking again.

Clumsily, Billy managed to pull open the carton and find his opened pack, smiling at the sight of the cigarette as he raised up up in a tentacle tip, two other tentacles slithering into the carton on his lap to try to find his matches, "Always... though'... I'd go.... tweakin' ou'... on somethin'."

Alec waited for Sid to finish whatever he was doing before continuing the trek with Billy in the wheelchair, erupting into a loud laugh when he heard the fragmented story. "Was i' like n' Pulp Fic'shun?" One of Alec's favorite movies for sure. To think Sid was ever like those people in the movie made him want to laugh even harder. It was definetly a stretch to picture him in a suit with a gun.

"Ah neveh did anehthin like tha', settled f'stealin me smokes frum me ol' man." He chuckled more, even though for the first time in a long time he'd pictured his father in his mind and it almost made him sad.