Save me, please. -A Salvis Fanfiction

Nightmares

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i still don't rly know where to go with this fanfic but I guess i'll just do something?
okay but now i'll start with the chapter, have fun ig

Sal's Pov:
I went upstairs again and found Travis sitting on my bed, still wearing his street clothes.

"Why didn't you change yet?" I ask and sit down next to him. My legs hurt and I have a headache. Today was too much.

"Uh, I couldn't find any clothes that fit. You're a lot smaller than me, freak." he turns to look at me and gives me small smile.

"Oh, yea right. Wait, lemme look." I stand up and open my closet. The only things that would fit him, would be Larry's clothes. I quickly get a shirt and a pair of short sweatpants out of the closet, both from Larry.

But Travis would never wear them, if he knew they were from Larry so I just don't tell him.

I also get sleeping clothes for me, since I also need to change.

„Here, those should fit." i hand him Larry's clothes and he gets up to leave the room.

„Oh, no you can change in here. I'll just go into the bathroom." i quickly say. It's better for him when he doesn't move that much.

„Alright, thank you, Sal." I'm still not used to him calling me that. I leave the room to change in the bathroom. I also need to clean my eyesocket. While doing that, my thoughts drift away.

Earlier that day, when I found the love note in the school bathroom, it must've been Travis'.
But for who was it? I don't really see Travis hanging out with people, especially no girls he could develop a crush on.

I decide to ask him about that later. And another thought comes into my mind.

I shouldn't leave him alone this night.

Yeah, in his situation he really shouldn't be sleeping alone. I don't really want to sleep in a room with him and I also don't think he would want that, but it's better because then I can do something when he's in pain.

I leave the bathroom and knock on the door of my room.

„Can I come in, dude?" I ask. I don't want to walk in on him changing.

„Uh, yeah I'm done." I can hear his muffled voice and enter the room. He's sitting on my bed, wearing Larry's clothes and I have to force myself not to laugh at it.

„Uh, I kinda thought it'd be better when I sleep in this room, too. Then I can help you, when you're in pain. I shouldn't leave you alone like this. Is that alright, man?" I ask as I sit down next to him.

„Uh, yeah I suppose" he says and I can see his face turning red but he quickly turns away from me.

„Alright." I go get the mattress and some blankets and pillows, so I can sleep on the ground next to him.

After I'm done I tell him to just wake me up when there's something.

But then I realize that I still need to get out my fake eye. I can sleep with my prosthetic but the eye gets uncomfortable after a while.