So much adrenaline is being pumped so readily around his body that he’s twitching, the thundering of his heart beat inside of his skull makes it hard for him to hear, and when combined with his labored breathing and the rain outside, he struggles to understand what Castle is saying. But he’s alive, his lips are moving, and even if Hoshi can’t quite distinguish what he’s saying, he doesn’t need to. He understands, sees it in the sweat the darkens usually pink locks at the front of his hair into a much deeper, redder colour, and the way he tugs weakly against his restraints to get to him. He knows. And he’s just as glad to see him, even in this state, even if he is crying too, shoulders shaking with the effort not to let him know.
His friends head rolls, drops back against his chest, and his fingers rest against his shoulder uselessly for a moment, before dancing back across his jaw, trying to get his attention, thumb supporting the bottom of his chin. “H-hey-” He whispers, shaking his head a little. “I’m here... i’m really here. I don’t know why I’m here but I’m going to get you out. Just stay with me okay- please Castle... I need-” Reluctantly he lets go of his face and drops down between his knees to start untying his feet from the legs of the chairs. “Just stay awake okay, tell me if anyones coming.” Who would do this to him? Was this some kind of sick joke on behalf of the students, if if so, why had just being tied to a chair taken so much out of him? Why would any one want to do this to Castle in the first place? Were they jealous? He was extremely talented, and Hoshi was like everyone else. He read the gossip blog, didn’t understand most of it, but Castles name was there frequently, and not always in the best light. Was that why?
He’s so caught up in his thoughts, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins that he had overlooked the aftermath of jumping through a glass window when you weren’t the most nimble demigod in Arcadia. His palm bleeds where a shard sticks precariously between his fingers, making the ropes slippery and hard to manipulate as he tries to free him. But he doesn’t say anything, just bites down on the inside of his cheek. Castles in no position to heal him right now, not when he can’t even help himself.
He unties the ropes, thumbs rubbing the inflamed skin of his wrists with concern. They need to go though, and they need to go now. He crouches down in front of him, bringing his smaller body up onto his back, one arm tucked under his knee, the other holding his arm over his shoulder, draping him there and carrying him towards the door. Its unlockable from the inside, and the wind whistles through the gap as he prises it open with a bloodied hand. Whoever was behind this, picked a good night for it, for the weather seemed to be in protest, or perhaps agreement, with the culprets ill intentions.
Theres things in these woods that should not be seen, only in texts books and stories, and Hoshi doesn’t want to come across them, not now. He glances at him over his shoulder, giving him a soft bump as he walks, to adjust him on his back and keep him conscious. “It’s okay now I’ve got you.” He tells him, soft voice reaching him over the wind with the proximity of their faces. It takes longer to get through the forest this time, the trees look different in the dark, take on the shapes of figures and whisper to each other as they pass. The longer they walk the more often he sees things, a shadow darker than the rest, and movement to the side but he presses on, his lungs panicking, but his grip on his friend never loosens, even if the rain water slipping over his fingers tries to persuade him to.
His eyes squint through the rain, looking for any sign of light, anywhere that isn’t here. The buildings come into sight at some point, and he smiles through the ache in his muscles and the shiver that seems to be permanently running over his body. He opens his mouth to tell him that they’re home, but stops himself. He has no energy left, and is this really home? Can the call a place like this home when someone was out at night, stealing students and reducing a confident, happy body, to a shell of himself? Hoshi wasn’t too sure.
He searches around for someone, anyone to help him, but it seems as if people are still hiding, or missing, or gone. Maybe they’re the last two left, but he carries him back to his room, the door still open where he left it. He hesitates, the powers still off and he’s reluctant to step into the darkness, not when he knows that something is definitely lurking now. He lets out a small, terrified noise in protest before stepping into the room, letting Castle slip off his back onto the bed and following him soon after, clutching his hand to his chest and not saying a word, just breathing, or trying to, a shallow wheeze the only thing filling the silence.
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