White Blood~ (XiaoVen)

Ten: Soft Touches

Venti lay in silence, music playing in the background, rubbing his eyes.

Xiao peeked into the room, knocking on the door, "Hey," Venti looked over, smiling softly, "Hey there, pretty boy." He sat up, waving him in, "Hi." He smiles, walking in, handing him a flower, "Springs here, thought you'd like something from outside, its freshly bloomed," Xiao spoke, sitting at the chair, "How are you feeling?" 

"Well..." Venti looked at the window, "I'm okay, i think anyways, how are you? Enjoying the spring?" Venti inched closer, "Hm, it's okay, its real pretty out, cherry blossoms are sprouting, my rose bushes are growing as well, they're blooming." He answered, smiling.

"Thats great, that must be beautiful." Venti smiled, inhaling the flower, a giggle leaving his lips, his cheeks began to turn pinkish, "I like tulips." He spoke, grabbing a book, opening it, sliding the tulip into the pages, closing the book, slipping it back to the stack he had, "I press flowers, then i hang them," He points at the ceiling, where over a dozen types of flowers hung upside down, "Wow, they're beautiful, do you do it often?" 

Venti nodded, "Yeah, they have meanings." 

"Oh, do they? What does a tulip mean?" Xiao asked, making Venti laugh, "Hope, Royality, and..." Venti smiled, "I'll let you figure that out," Venti climbed off the bed, standing on a chair, pulling a sunflower down off the ceiling, "Here," He gently takes Xiao's hand, "Longevity, loyalty, and" He closed Xiao's fingers around the stem, "Adoration." 

A blush creeped upon Xiao's cheeks, ever since the time Venti had awoken from his surgery, the two got closer, Venti had...gotten attached, he couldn't help it, Xiao had made these past months less painful, less stress, someone who'd talk for hours on end, or listen. 

Sometimes they'd sit on the round chair Venti had, covered in a blanket, headphones in, while reading books, or looking out the window. Zhongli warned both males of the consequences of what could happen in the future. Venti wants to live a life, even in a hospital, Xiao already knew of the issues, and what could happen. He just didn't want Venti to be alone, he knew how badly that fucks with the mind. Xiao looks at Venti, smiling as he held the sunflower, "Thank you, Venti." He spoke softly, and he sets it on the table, reaching into his bag, holding out a book, "Ive heard its good," 
Venti takes the book gently, "Five feet apart', huh, lets read it." Venti smiles, pulling Xiao over to the round chair, sitting down, pulling Xiao down...

After about an hour, Venti fell asleep, his head on Xiao's lap, as the other looked at the rain clouds of spring, as it rained. "Venti says rains always a bad sign." Zhongli leaned against the door, seeing the two, "Yes...he's told me, I see why he says it is, accidents, funerals, associated with death, sorrow..." The rain hits the windows, droplets falling down the window, the wind was picking up a bit, thunder and lightning struck. 

"You're getting close," Zhongli spoke, "I'm scared for you, if he goes, it will anger you, you know that, yes?  It will eat at you, till you can't fight it, it will..." Zhongli sighed, "You'll try to bury the anger and sadness down, and those mixed, being bottled up too much, it will hurt you, and others around you, you will be holding a grenade, and the smallest thing can trigger it, and it will explode, don't say,  I never warned you, Atalus." Zhongli spoke. A moment of silence, and then Venti sat up, yawning, "I fell asleep?" He asked, clearly feeling like a fool, making Zhongli smile softly. 

The smiles didn't last long when Pediatric nurse ran across the hall, yelling for a... something, Xiao couldn't catch it. Venti sat up, climbing out of the chair, untangling the nose tubes from him and Xiao, "What's happening?" His voice was raspy, his hair a mess, Xiao gently moved some hair out of his eyes,

Zhongli stood, "Morax, what is happening...?" Venti asked, Zhongli shook his head, not sure himself. What is happening?