Everything hurt. It felt as though he was burning from the inside out. He’d attempted to get back to his room, feeling as though he was about to pass out, feeling how bad his legs were shaking and having no wishes for anyone to see this weak side. He was weak. Savior had said so himself. He was fighting for control but at times letting Ray be in control was relaxing. He didn’t need to think too much, didn’t need to be so angry at the world. He wasn’t sure at times just who he was anymore but he knew he hated whoever it was.
He hated himself but the Savior needed him.
He groaned as he finally fell to his knees, his hands balling into fists against the side of his heart as he tried to somehow force himself to stay awake. He hated this! Hated how weak he was. Hated how he just kept failing. Was he truly of no use to anyone? Was there really no point in him even trying to live?
That was the last thought he had before the darkness took over. At some point he was sure that someone had lifted him, that there had been warmness around his small frame but his mind soon blanked out completely as the fire raged on inside, making her body quickly spike into a fever.
He didn’t wake till a few hours later and when he did he was still feeling almost half asleep. Mint eyes slowly opened, blinking out tears of pain as he glanced around the room he was in. Where was this? It wasn’t his room, it was too bright, too clean.
“Savior?”.
He groaned and slowly turned onto his side to look around the room better, eyes widening as he spotted V. What was he doing here!? Ah. But he was still feeling too weak and tired to do much else other than back away towards the other side of the bed, pulling the covers tightly around himself and hating himself for such actions.
“W-what are you doing here!?”
