“Wake up!”

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There was so much blood.

He had to get up, had to warn someone— his numb fingertips twitching as he tried to move, kicking and screaming against the invisible force holding him down. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—

“Wake up!”

The scientist’s eyes— brimming with tears and fear— jerked open suddenly at the voice, frantically scanning the room before coming to focus on the face before him, his grey eyes widening even further in surprise.

Right. He’d left the window open. Anyone within a mile would hear him screaming bloody murder and go to check.

 But this was the second floor.

“…How …Who are you?”

The boy cloaked in white seemed strangely familiar, though he’d never pin it to the one he met a few weeks ago in a million years.

Basil tried to sit up, stopped by hands firmly holding him down, and the position that should have been apparent earlier suddenly cleared his sleep fogged mind.

While his face turned every shade of red the scientist released his own hands— he’d drawn blood— from the other’s wrists, a palm wiping tears off his blushing face, turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact.

“…S-sorry.”

The thief relaxed some when the other seemed to be out of whatever had had him struggling and yelling to much. He gave a small smile when the grey eyes came to rest on him, both to help calm the one under him and to hopefully show he wasn’t too suspicious. Though, not many people would come in through a window, even if they’d heard the screams, much less one that wasn’t on the ground floor….

“Just a phantom who happened to be passing by.~”

Kid didn’t release his hold on the teen right away, partially to make sure he wouldn’t get violent again, partially because the other had a bit of a death grip on his wrists, but that was soon gone as they were suddenly released. He was surprised to see red when the hands pulled back, though. He’d been more concerned about restraining and making sure the teen didn’t hurt himself than about anything else.

“And there’s no need to apologise,” he said, shifting slightly to take the weight off of his arms, but still keeping them in place for now, “Something like this doesn’t really seem as bad as what might have happened.”