~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

~Blood~

A/N: don't judge me, I just like the song. But I think I'll just start using songs as the covers now cause why not.

TW: Blood, duh.

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Wilbur POV:

Blood. Yes blood. Everywhere.

I felt lightheaded. God it was everywhere. The red liquid spewed from my mouth, making my throat feel sore.

I heard a weird squeak sound and feet hitting the ground. Did Q run away from seeing blood? Wow. 

I fell to the floor. The vomiting had stopped, but I could still taste the tang of metal and iron on my tongue. My brain was spazzing out. I was trying to find a reason why I had started spitting up blood as soon as I had gotten the injection.

I felt hands on my back and chest. They had sat me up right.

"God, that is a hell of an amount of blood." Q gaged. He was hold a pen.

I coughed out more blood. "Ew, that's disgusting." Q squirmed. He quickly stabbed the pen in my arm. My poor arm. It's practically has been abused every since I got in this mess.

A chill went up my spine. I shuttered. I no longer felt like I had to vomit anymore but that didn't mean I no longer felt like absolute crap. The taste of blood settled on my tongue. Dry blood was left on my lips. My clothing and the floor surrounding me was soaked in blood. It was horrific. 

"Geez, know I have to clean this whole thing up." Q stood up at grabbed a towel. Before he did anything though, he looked at me. "You should probably rest, I'll grab you a water from the fridge."

And with that, I stood up carefully (with the help of Q) and laid down for the rest of the ride to Paris. Q watched me vigilantly while I tried to fall asleep. But, eventually, sleep caught up to me, and I fell asleep to a dreamless slumber.

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A/N: enjoy!