20! With prompto maybe? ;)
oooooohh hell yes, ive been meaning to knock this boy up again soon!
āI- I canāt⦠No- ct!āĀ
Promptoās face is contorted in pain and his back arches off the bed as he lets out another feeble cry. The screaming had stopped hours ago, his voice too torn up and wrecked for more than the low warbles of pain he was able to make now. His stomach quivered, and it was impossible to tell if it was from the creatures inside him trying to escape, or from his body shutting down after the torturous hours of pushing and fighting.
āYes, you can! Cāmon, Prom, another big pushā Noct encourages, heās trying to remain the more positive of the two, but being front seat row to the birth of some daemon monstrosities he canāt help but feel sick to his stomach knowing this is happening to his best friend.Ā
Thereās not response though, not even a quiet grunt that would signify Prompto pushing again, and thereās no movement from below. Noct looks up to find Promptoās eyes shut and his head lolled off to the side weakly, and panic bubbles up in his chest.
āNo, noā he worries, coming up to take Promptoās cheeks in his hand, even if it means smearing blood and fluids across their pale surface.Ā āNo, Prom, Cāmon! You canāt rest yet. Keep your eyes open!ā
Heās still for a terrifyingly long moment, and Noct gives him another shake before he sees his eyelids flutter open and Promptoās eyes find his.
āN-Noctā¦ā Prompto hiccups out a sob,Ā āIt h-hurtsā¦ā
Noctis heart just about breaks in two right then, and he pulls his poor friend into his chest and holds him tight. Promptoās hands cling tightly to Noct as his shoulders shake in quiet sobs, and all Noct can do is shush him gently.Ā
āYou can do it, Prom. You can do it.ā
Noctis feels his muscles tense under his hands, and the gentle grunts as he starts to push again. The monsters inside him inch slowly, closer and closer towards their freedom.