The Mansion On Drachmian Border

Past Event: No Escape

She was there when he woke up. His eyes widened and he moved, pressing his back against the wall. He covered his head not wanting to get hit on it. He flinched when she started gently stroking his shoulder.

„Oh, sweetheart, it's okay. There's no need to worry. If you'll behave nicely, then I won't have to punish you and trust me, I really don't want to do that. Seeing you in pain hurts me as well,” she moved closer to him, sitting down on the bed „Are you hungry? I brought breakfast.”

He cautiously peeked from beyond his arms. Indeed there was a tray with food resting on the nightstand and he tried to sit up properly but Dante pulled him closer to her instead. He landed in an awkward position with his face on her breast level but her arm kept him in place when he tried to change it.

„Mas-” he tried and she dug her nails into him.

„Rule number one and two, sweetheart.”

He nodded and it seemed to please her. He tried eyeing the bathroom hoping she would understand what he meant. She glanced in the same direction as him catching on.

„Alright, go,” she lifted her arm and he moved instantly „Just come back quickly, you don't want the food to get cold, do you?”

He disappeared into the bathroom as fast as he could.

This whole situation was nuts. He wanted to be away from this woman. If he could he would spend her entire visit in the bathroom but he had a feeling she wouldn't leave and he would just make his situation worse. He just had to deal with her for a while, just until he knew the layout of the house and get enough strength back to make it out.

His limbs felt like jelly.

After he used the bathroom Dante pointed him to his previous spot but this time thankfully allowed to be on eye level with her.

She talked about nothing in particular as he ate his toast with a fried egg, lettuce, and tomato. He began to feel sick after eating and drunk green tea hoping it would ease his nausea. Instead, it got worse and he found himself making a run to the bathroom and throwing up into the toilet.

„Sweetheart, are you alright?” Dante asked with something off about her voice but Maes couldn't care less as he continued to empty his stomach.

It went on for a while, with her rubbing his back as he ran out of the food and now only threw up an acidic saliva. He didn't even flinch when she felt his forehead and cheek for temperature.

„You poor thing, this seems like a nasty bug,” she helped him up after he finally finished. Dante helped him onto the bed after he washed his mouth and she flushed the toilet „You'll have to stay in bed for a while.”

Maes nodded wanting nothing more than to rest his head on the pillow.

„Speaking of bed, look what I got for you,” she placed something soft in front of him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it was his blanket. The pattern was the same but it felt so much softer than yesterday, free of all the filth it used to be covered in.