Whumptober day 7
"Look at me, please, please be alive." Bruised and battered, you can't move or see, but you know that voice, his voice. It hurts everywhere when you are lifted; you float in and out of consciousness. If this is it, then wouldn't it be poetic to die in the arms of the one you loved, even if you hadn't had the chance to say it yet?
It is all dark and dreamless until you awake, and you are sure that you have Amber to thank. As your eyes open, the light burns them, as if offended that you chose to awaken on its watch.
"Alvise?" His name almost gets stuck coming out from how parched you are, looking down, you see him asleep at the edge of the bed. Deciding to not wake him, you try to roll onto your side to get off the opposite side of the bed.
"You're okay?" It's breathless, sleep-ridden, and hopeful. You see something shining in his eyes that makes you melt. He looks like he has been dragged through one plane and back to the next.
"I'm fine, or I will be… how about you?"
He laughs a bit as he starts to cry, "As long as you remain beside me, I will be fine."