His fingertips were numb. His entire self was nub and it wasn’t exactly until he realized who it was that was holding him in his arms that realization struck. A silent wheeze was what he gave, a cough as fingers grasped for his arms. Nathan’s strong, reliable arms. Seeking purchase within the sole thing he knew, safety. The younger would keep him safe, he was sure of it. He begged for it. The glaze of his eyes, the glossiness, spoke of his decreased sense of vision but even though he was blinded, his gaze spoke of desperation, a silent plea for help. Expressing the words his mind couldn’t bear to utter. It grew, when he felt the embracing warmth fade little by little, caused him to squirm as he tried to make it stay put. But he failed and for a second he thought he had been abandoned.
In the end his arms couldn’t bare to move anylonger and they fell to the flooring with the rest of his decaying self, going numb as well and disappearing into the haze of existence, just like the rest of his limbs. What made him aware of that he had not been left behind was the echo of stern words, understanding that both Sungjoon and his friend were still present eased his mind at least a little. But he was slipping, and quickly. “N-ne…” He stuttered weakly, the fact that he was even able to utter a single syllable rather surprising even to himself, though he continued his attempts to speak, pleas seemingly unnoticed if he remained silent. He had to, had to express what he wanted. Afraid they’d misinterpret. He didn’t want to die. I don’t want to die. "N-ne me laissez pas mourir…" Don’t let me die. A weak whisper, it was his plea, his sole voicing of thoughts.
There were tears, not many of them but they were there, brimming in his eyes as his lids fluttered shut. He was sure he’d go now. Could even touch the the light that would indeed guide him to the other side. In this dreamlike state he was strong again, but he wasn’t an undead. His soul had been reunited with his human self, and the spreading, tingling glee was satisfactory above all. But it was wrong. It wasn’t what eh wanted, it would never be what he wanted. He wanted to live. He had to live. He wanted to scream, sound latching in his throat and sending spams through his entire body, fingers clutching weakly at thin air. I can’t die. But what recuse would there be? Was he even worth it? He wondered, since he hadn’t been worth staying for, was he even worth saving? That little spark of hope in his chest was slowly dying, and so was he. By the time it burned out, his body stilled, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in soundless whimpers. Gone.
Or at least so he thought before one single drop of blood hit his tongue a few seconds later and he forced himself to swallow. The flow continued and he swallowed slowly, tentatively letting his tongue lap up what it could reach when finally strong enough to do so. Hearing come first, vision as second and as his lids fluttered open properly, the sight of the younger vampire was a relief. He was still there and he hadn’t been abandoned. He felt guilty though, as he spotted Sungjoon by his side. It wasn’t meant to be like this, he hadn’t meant for it to go this far. Idiot. He scolded himself as his eyes fell shut again, deciding to just rest for as long as he could. The glow to his skin and the shimmer of his red strands slowly returned, even by so little it was easy to get him back to a bit more healthy state but it would take time before he could rise properly. He had to thank them for this, make it up to them in the best manner he could. Later.
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