Outcast

Utopia Incarnate

"...Where is it...?"

Keith opened up his closet after hastily closing the bottom drawer of his dresser. He dragged out his things haphazardly, tossing scraps of his belongings behind him.

After nearly searching his closet from top to bottom, he lightly growled in frustration. "Where the hell is it...?" Leaving his things strewn on the floor, he would pick it up later. He himself was rather cold, but the excursion of his own body heat from running around the house made him warmer. "Shit..." He dashed downstairs, nearly sprinting over to the body that lay on his couch. The same could not be said for Pico.

After coming back from their long trek home, he was still completely passed out. What was worse, he was starting to involuntarily shiver from the cold outside. At first, Keith thought that the ginger was waking up during their walk. Although, he figured out that wasn't the case. His body temperature was dropping pretty quickly. He tried his best to huddle his body closer to his torso to protect against the biting winds as best as he could.

By the time Keith got his front door open, Pico was nearly blue at the lips. His thin frame did little to help absorb any warmth that the blue boy provided. He rushed over to his sofa to lay him down, his head propped up on the arm of the chair. Keith dashed around the living room to pull any and all throws and blankets he could find, only two, and strewn them on the chilled ginger boy. The taller male ran up the stairs in search for more warmth he could provide.

Hypothermia was a risk at this point, he thought. Pico was freezing in comparison to Keith, even though he was wearing a turtleneck sweater verses his short sleeved shirt. He could feel the difference just from holding him. He felt like he was holding an ice cube in those bitter winds. The temperature was dropping, and today seemed to be colder than usual for a fall day in October.

He found nothing after pulling all the drawers he had from his room and checking his closet for that one blanket he was on the lookout for. His worry was getting the better of him as he ran back downstairs to check on the still guest in his home. Keith placed the back of his hand on a thin cheek, rolling down to place his palm on the freckled neck. Being wrapped in two blankets wasn't doing much to warm him in his current condition. He was too thin, not enough fat to absorb any warmth, still cold to the touch. "Damn it..." the aquamarine male spoke softly, pulling his hand away from the still-freezing skin.

Keith turned back to look around in case he forgot any particular place he could find some more blankets. Blinking in realization, he nearly hit himself. The hallway closet! Nearly sprinting out of the room and into the foyer, he skidded to a stop in front of the hall closet door. Yanking it open, he glanced upwards above the hanging coats and jackets. His parents always had spare blankets and throws folded neatly on the racks above the coat-hangers.

What really caught his attention was that single, red, wired blanket. How could he forget that his only favorite heating blanket was in the hall closet? He was looking for that old thing this whole time. He rarely used it and had it for years. He hoped that it still worked.

Standing on his toes, he reached up and snatched at the folded blanket. A white wire fell with it almost clocking him in the face as it hit the floor with a clattered sound. Looking around to make sure nothing else could have fallen, Keith leaned down to pick up the cable, looking it over to make sure that it was the same one that worked with that blanket. On the wire, it had a squared section dedicated to the controls of the heated settings. An on and off switch, and a dial to control the level of heat from one to ten. A smile lit the aqua haired males face, as he shut the door to jog back to his guest with the findings.

To prevent the other boy from overheating, he decided to remove the other two throws he placed on Pico. He was as still as ever, never moved an inch since being placed on the sofa. Worried dark brows furrowed, as he folded the throws over the top of the sofa. He quickly unfolded the red blanket, feeling the small metal wires that were sewn into the fabric to disperse the heat properly. Keith nearly wrapped Pico completely up in that blanket, only his head was left out. Taking the white wire that stuck out of the corner of the red sheet, he found a nearby plug behind one of the cocktail tables and quickly reached back and plugged it in.