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Chapter Eleven, Healing

☆A/N : Re-wrote the chapter since I wasn't really happy with the end result and had bad writer's block when I originally wrote it. Some things have been changed but it's relatively the same. Anyways, enjoy!☆

I stared at the mirror, the water slightly dripping off my face. My reflection has always seemed off after that day, I always got an uneasy feeling whenever I'd look at it.

I stared deep into the reflection, a strange feeling resonating off of it. It's been so long since that day.

Why did It happen?

I stared, trying not to think back to it, though sometimes I couldn't escape that day. It always brushed up against my mind every so often, and with it came the thoughts of my childhood friend.

I reached out, touching the cold glass. It felt like I could sink in at any moment. I snapped out of my trance, the house shaking and a crash coming from my room.

I quickly looked out of the bathroom, staring at my door, it was barely ajar. I approached carefully, reaching out and touching the frigid handle before opening it up slowly. A figure laid on the floor, heaving and holding his chest. I rushed over to him, trying to help him. He looked up at me, a look of confusion and fear plastered on his face.

"Hey, hey it's okay!" I approached, reaching out to him.

"H-Hey..." he managed to say in heaving breaths.

"Here, let me help you." I nervously smiled at him.

I reached out, he grabbed my hand tightly as I helped him up and back onto the bed. He was clutching his chest, still afraid. I bent down to pick back up my now knocked over bedside table. It was heavy, but I managed. I turned to him after, he was still afraid, and looked in pain.

From this close up, it was obvious he was trying to keep in control.

"What happened to me? Why am i-?"

"I found you in the woods, and I couldn't just leave you there." I smiled, cutting him off.

"O-oh..."

We sat in silence for a bit while I rifled through my things. I pulled out the bandages I used earlier. I turned to my new friend, his pained expression hurt to see. I sat down near him. He looked over to me, a little confused before he looked down, seeing what I was holding.

I smiled at the figure "We should change those bandages, they're soaked."

He nodded in agreement, letting me take off the old ones. He moved, but it was obvious it still hurt him. I started to wash off his wounds with some alcohol, getting a better look at them. A large gash going from his shoulder to the left side of his chest. It was pretty deep, but didn't need to be taken care of further than this. I wrapped the bandages around him, making sure to make them as tight as necessary. He stared at me afterwards, like he had some questions he needed answering. I smiled at the figure, a worried and confused look graced his face, he looked up at me, fearful.

"Do- Do you know where the others are? Where Cyan is?" He asked, urgency in his voice.

I looked away, still sitting there "No, I would tell you if I could, but I don't know..."

He looked away from me, "The last thing I remember was being at that Lodge and-"

"That... was months ago..." I looked over to him, I couldn't help but wonder how long his corrupted self was really in control?

He seemed to pause for a second, the words sinking in deeper "What?" He stared, a little shocked.

He looked away after, like he was trying to process what was said. He looked at me after a second, still just as worried.

"Do you know if I did anything? If I-"

"No," I cut him off. "You didn't do anything, not that I know of at least..." I looked away and out the window, the snow falling from the sky so peacefully.

I Stood up, putting the bandages and other supplies away on my table.

"How do you know if I- he didn't?" He asked, a scared tone in his voice.

I looked away for a second, "Well, I was almost corrupted by him, but I trapped him in a little room and tried to befriend him..." I looked away, hiding my face a little.

The Shape seemed to look off, his eyes wandering, eventually looking outside. The pinkish tint on his face now less than before, like he was more in control.

"Honestly, I think me and him kinda became... friends..." I murmured, not expecting the shape near me to hear.

He seemed to pause, then looked at me, now even more confused.

"How- Why didn't he attack you? I don't think he would- I don't-" he cut himself off, confusion in the air.

I perked up, "Oh, well I don't know myself!" I looked away, getting up "He just didn't attack me after a while, you know..."

He looked at me for a second, he stared like he couldn't trust me, and I don't blame him. Who could really believe that I tried to befriend a corrupt.

They hurt too many things after all.

He looked away, like he was trying to convince himself not to be worried. I paused for a second before turning to him, his eyes still staring at me with hints of suspicion.

"O-Oh, I forgot to get your name!" I smiled nervously.

He stared, smiling back "My name's Cube, yours?"

I looked away "My name's Y/N..."

We both stared at each other after that, his eyes eventually tracked to the window, a worried look on his face again. I looked at him, not really knowing what to say.

"So... uh...." I paused for a second, looking out the window with him "Who's Cyan?"

"He's just someone who- Who's really close to me..." he stared, a worried look in his eyes.

"Oh? Like a kid, or-"

"I've always seen him like that... I just hope he's okay..."

I looked at him, smiling nervously "H-Hey I could help you find him if you're still in control when you get healed up!"

He looked over to me, a slight smile on his face "Thank you." He looked away.

We sat there in cold silence for a second, the snow falling even harder than before. It was peaceful, serene. We both stared out into the cold landscape, the sun on the brink of the horizon. I looked away, getting up and going over to my closet. I opened the heavy doors, the hinges rusted over years of use. I pulled out an air mattress that sat on the floor, still inflated enough to sleep on. I pulled it out, setting it down on the floor nearby, making sure I could get to my new friend if need be.

He looked over to me, "Hey, I can sleep on the floor if you-"

"No, No, it's okay!" I smiled. "I'll take the mattress." I laughed it off.

"N-No, you shouldn't have to-"

I waved him off "No, you're the one who's hurt." I smiled, "Please, take the bed."

He stared "I- Okay..." he looked away.

I smiled at him, setting my mattress up. It was finally dark now, and I could rest. After all, I had to help him, so why not get some rest now. I looked over to his form, as he laid there, trying to get some sleep. I couldn't help but smile to myself, even if everything felt a little off. He wasn't who I met him as, that was for sure. I laid down, my head touching the mattress. I started waiting for sleep to take me, and it tried, but I couldn't help but fill my head with thoughts. So many thoughts, mainly about him, and who he was.

I started to drift off, silence taking me. I couldn't help but wonder if his corruption would ever take hold again.

Maybe someday, but not tonight I'm sure.