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rainydayprodigy-deactivated2014:

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.”

     There was only a second of hesitation before Basil let go of the cape and opted for wrapping his arms around the other tightly, pressing into the crook of his neck.

          “I wish I was… n’t…”

          Ignore the damp warmth on your shoulder.

          “W-wasn’t sick—”

          He isn’t crying.

     Another gasping sob he tried to hold back slips his lips, and the blond’s fingertips dig into the fitted clothing. The tiny scientist tried to focus on everything around him— one hand around him and another in his hair, the steady breathing of the thief.

     But as comforting as it was, it couldn’t cure everything. And so he said it— he finally said it.

          “...Why me?”

He glanced over at the blond as the arms came around him, smiling softly when he nestled against the thief’s neck. It didn’t fade as the other choked out his insecurities, though some concern flickered through his eyes and he pulled in some more. Kid didn’t know what sickness the other was referring to… but it must be serious to cause someone to fear for their life.

He was silent for a few moments before responding.

“…I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that. Sometimes, problems are just sent to try people without reason….”

The thief tilted his head onto the side, resting it on the scientist’s own, the charm on the monocle falling onto the other’s shoulder.

“Or sometimes a trial isn’t meant for the one enduring it, but for others to be tested in how they respond to seeing another struggle.”