Bloody Mary

King Boo

Y/N is still in tears as I pick her up with the intention to carry her to someplace warm. The poor thing is so cold that her fingers, lips, and toes are all a light shade of blue with a hint of purple covering the tips. She needs to be warmed up, now. The fireplace in the cabin upstairs should do the trick.

"I can take care of the mess down here, Your Majesty," Boocifer says as he floats up to me.

"Thank you, Boocifer," I say, standing up and turning to Luigi. "I'm not sure if Luciel is here or not, Luigi. Since you still have that machine, would you be willing to search the secret mines for her?"

"Of course, I can," Luigi says before he glances down at Y/N. "I think the professor might have some medicine that can help her physically recover." Luigi looks up at me with a glint of sorrow in his eyes. "She isn't going to be the same after that."

"I'm fully aware," I say, nodding, "but that doesn't mean I will give up on her so easily."

Luigi seems satisfied with my response and looks back at the rope bridge that is currently crumbling. Luigi sighs and motions for Mario to follow him to the balcony nearby.

"I need a boost," Luigi explains and I watch Mario follow his brother.

"Let's get you to that fireplace, my Love," I say quietly and turn to the elevator. 

Y/N is clutching my shirt with each step I take. Her skin is clammy and, when she does look at me, her pupils are blown wide. I rack my brain for what these symptoms could mean when it hits me.

She's gone into shock. I realize as I step onto the elevator. If I remember correctly, mortals tend to vomit when they're in shock. I make a mental note to grab a bucket for her once I place her on the faux-fur rug in front of the lit fireplace. Y/N grabs my arm as soon as I set her down, she looks afraid.

"Relax, my Love," I say as I kiss her cheek and sit down next to her, "I'm not going anywhere." I carefully wrap my arm around Y/N and snap my fingers, creating a blanket out of thin air. Being as I am an entity created by the Gods of the Underworlds, I have been given powers to aid in both controlling and comforting the recently deceased as well as being able to interact with the living.

That includes regulating my body heat.

Boos and other spirits alike radiate the cold. Their bodies do this because the dead don't have bodies nor the necessary organs or fluids to carry heat. The living has those capabilities and the recently dead tend to find that heat comforting.

Y/N relaxes in my touch and curls up next to me. It's then I realize that she is still indecent and bleeding out. 

"Darling," I say, attempting to keep her awake, "you're bleeding. May I patch you up?"

"...Okay," Y/N says weakly, nodding.

Flicking my wrist, bandages, gauze, clean towels, and anti-septics appear next to us. I change my formal gloves into one better suited for handling blood. Taking out a clean towel, I pour some of the anti-septic on it and reach forward to Y/N.

"This will sting a little, My Love," I whisper, holding up the towel for Y/N to see. She only whimpers and nods in response.

Her whimpers only grew more constant as I cleaned the large gash across her chest. It looks very similar to the lashes on her back when we first met. Granted, this one is much less serious and it isn't as jagged as the previous lashes were. That should make stitching her up easier. 

When I finish cleaning the large gash, I'm able to get a better look at it. The gash stretches from her right shoulder to the left side of her ribs. It's still bleeding immensely and I quickly realize that it might already be infected.