Seeing her there, he couldn’t quite place himself until feeling the warmth of her arms as they wrapped around him. Almost making his knees buckle. The reality of death hitting him once again made him feel sick. But as his own arms wrapped gently around the smaller frame of her body and he nestled his head into the thick locks of her hair. He felt, strangely better. Safer almost. If that was even a thing in this hellhole.
『❛ It’s okay, sweets. ❜』
It was all he could say. Throat coarse and dry as the remnants of bile burnt his airway. Sniffling gently, he tried to clear the blood from his nose as he silently raised a hand and signed to her. Asking her to leave the knife on the table.
Letting go, he staggered off silently. Not minding if she followed him or not as he held tight to the railings of the lodge and made his way down the stairs with some difficulty. His most damaging and threatening wounds may have been healed. But he was still injured and could feel it as he left red bloody handprints along the rail and wall.
Making his way down to the main lobby, he took a sharp turn to the back rooms, using the edge of one of the resort’s old broken down and refurbished hot tubs as a crutch. Lighting the wood below with his lighter.
Pulling on a nearby rope, he slid open the trap door above the tub, letting the heavy snow from the rooftop fall in. Letting go and pulling another rope to close the door. His body ached horribly as fingertips brushed fresh scars. Still able to feel the agony of the blade that had pierced his body not three hours prior.
Grabbing the hem of both his jacket and the blood soaked sweater beneath, he used his remaining strength to pull them over his head and strip down as the snow melted and water began to heat up. Dipping his hand in and testing it before tipping himself over the edge in some kind of lazy summer sault. Submerging himself in the hot water and letting out a low groan of relief.
𝔻𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 – 005 // @musesbyabi