“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.”

          “No wait—!”

     The words slipped out before he had a chance to reason as he clumsily grasped a handful of the silky white cape. If anything he’d managed to catch the end of the sentence in his throat, trembling hand still attached to the other.

     Tightly closed eyes opened again to dizzily face the ground, too late to cover up the sudden outburst of evidently true emotions.

          ‘I’m scared.’

He was slightly taken aback when his cape was grabbed, not having really expected the sudden action from one who’d just returned to his senses. Eyes narrowed when he saw the trembling, though, flicking back and forth between the blond’s down-turned head and the fingers attached to the silk. After a moment, he knelt down in front of the other, making sure the cape wouldn’t be pulled away, and ruffled the other’s hair some.

“…Well… I suppose I could stay for a little while more…”