Let Us Have An Adventure - MARKHYUCK

All that matters.

I was used to everything being clean. Clean meaning white tiles and the strong scent of cleaning supplies. Clean meaning nothing is out of place.

Not the heavy contrast between white and dark red. Not the strong smell of fresh blood instead of soap.

My body reacted quicker than I could think and ran up to him, as if it was some sort of instinct I couldn't deny. I only realised I was shaking when I softly grabbed his face in my hands, smearing the blood on his cheekbones all over them.

I tried to get him to wake up, I really did, but nothing seemed to work. I tried to focus on his sort of steady heartbeat, but every time I tried a wave of nausea hit me.

Quickly, I grabbed his arms and set him up straight agains the wall, making sure he was safe, sound and breathing. I could barely hear myself say anything, although it felt like I screamed for hours. My finger shook as I traced the mole on his cheek, and poked into his eye. Fuck.

"I can't do this," I remember thinking.

"Help. I needed help," was the only thing being chanted around in my head, as I was trying to get my legs to move.

Then I heard him groan. I whisked my head around, staring at him. He was grabbing his eye, slightly winching as if moving too much caused him great pain. It must have.

"Hyuck," I whispered, still not moving. He looked me in the eye, dropping his right arm that covered his hurt eye.

I grabbed his hands, arms, and then his face. Perhaps a bit too quickly, causing him to be jerked around a bit and hiss in pain.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry." I could feel him trying to get away from me, embarrassed.

"Fuck off," I reckon it was meant to be a big insult, but it just came off weak, as if he hadn't had enough energy to really resist me. I hugged him tight, wrapping my arms around him like a safety belt, and unconsciously whispered his name again.

He relaxed in my arms, his face fitting comfortably in my neck.

He was alive. That's all that matters.