Brain Scribbles

11/10/23 EzraxMC

  Warnings: Angst, Blood, Talking about Death, Hospital(and an IV)

Unfinished

    I lied there on the cold stone floor of the (coliseum?), the pool of blood growing larger by the everlasting second. I had been spending all thought on trying to stay awake, for Ezra. If he shows.

He lied. He left me, and I'm going to die. It's not really his fault that I'm alone, I did this to myself. I'm growing tired of trying to not give in to the lethargy weighing on me. I finally accepted my fate and closed my eyes for the eternal rest, when I vaguely hear a scuffle at the entrance to (location). "(MC)! (MC)!" I've already given up, I can't bring myself to care for these last moments. So I let myself slip away into the nothingness that beckons me. . . . . . I'm awoken by the acrid smell of... something. My body convulses, reminding me of all the places that hurt. I hear a groan, then realize that the sound is coming from me? "Nnngg...." I grumble. "(MC)?" Gentle hands hover over my face and shoulder. Finally, they delicately rest on my cheeks. "You made it," he breathes. I find that I *can* move my arms, and I twitch my fingers. Make another small sound. The person in front of me holds a spoon to my lips, and I take a bite of the contents of the spoon. Ice chips. I know the drill. I slowly chew on them, then swallow. I don't want to open my eyes yet. "'S too bright...." The person rushes to shut them off, and I cautiously open my eyes to be met with a Ezra's glowing ones. My throat contracts, I can't believe he's here. I choke awkwardly, "E-Ez...?" His eyes spill over with tears. "(MC)! You're alive, God, you made it." He clasps his hands in a silent prayer. Then he bows his head over my body. "I'm so sorry. I never should have left, I am so, so sorry (MC)," he sobs. Tears splash onto my lap. I take a quick moment to glance around the room; I'm in a hospital with an IV in my arm.

    My gaze turns back to Ezra, whose eyes are filled with tears. The water makes the glow from his irises shimmer and reflect off of the ceiling. "I am so, so sorry." He drops his head back down to his hands that are held on my lap. "I couldn't let you die. I am so sorry." I swear I hear him mutter something else with that too. I hesitantly rest a hand on his fluffy hair, and stroke it gently.

    His forehead rests against my stomach, and I let him remain there, crying. Ezra sobs into the blankets covering my (no doubt) broken body. It's heart-rending. I have a brief flashback of the first time I saw him wearing nothing but my shirt. How he blushed then, and his eyes glowed. And now we're here.

I hold a shaking arm open, and he almost dives into my embrace, crying into my shoulder while he holds me almost too tight. Almost enough. Ezra clutches the back of my shirt in what seems like desperation. My bad arm twinges as I weave my fingers through his hair and breathe in the familiar smell of his conditioner. I vaguely hear him mumble something again, and this time I ask. "What is it?" Ezra pulls back, wiping his face and grabbing a tissue, and feeds me a few more ice chips before answering.