Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 70

On the media menu today is music, my friends!

I love this song, it kinda reminds me of Al.

Fawn's POV

Worriedly, I was pacing the living room.

Occasionally I would glance at the clock only to get even more worried.

It's half past 7.

Where is he.

Earlier I heard a gunshot that sounded very close...I was hoping that meant he'd be home soon.

But that was three hours ago.

Several times I've thought about leaving to go find him, but...what if he's fine, and then I'd just get in trouble...

I doubt he'd be mad once he heard my reasoning, but I'd just feel silly.

But this has gone on long enough.

Finally, I paced right over to my little black heels and slipped them on.

Hurrying over to the door, I unlocked it and swung it open.

Then, promptly, I let out a shriek.

Mostly from the fright of Alastor standing right there. Partly because he looked like death itself.

"Alastor! Oh my god, what the hell happened to you, are you alright?!" I questioned him as he stumbled into the house.

Quickly I shut the front door and locked it back, then turned back to Al. His hand was over his side, and he had blood smeared on his face and...soaking through his suit where his hand was.

I rushed to him, taking his gun from him and his bag, tossing them both to the side.

"Al, are you ok? What happened, are you ok?" I asked frantically, my hands touching him a little bit of everywhere because I didn't quite know what needed tending.

His skin was slightly pale and he looked clammy, "m-my dear, I've been shot..."

I gasped sharply, "shot?!" I screamed, "w-w-what do I do, a-are you alright?!"

Tears began filling my eyes and he quickly hushed me, smiling at me, "Fawn, my dear, calm down! You're alright, darling, look...I'm ok, look in my eyes..."

I took a deep breath, looking up at him as I trembled slightly. He took one of my hands in his, the blood transferring to my skin.

He didn't seem to be...lethargic...or all that weak. Really, he just looked like he's hurting real bad.

"Good girl..." he whispered once I'd managed to calm down, "now, go up to our room...Edith's healing jelly is in the bathroom, in the medicine cabinet. A little b-bit of that should fix me right up," he said.

I turned and sprinted up the stairs, my body operating purely on autopilot as I stumbled into our room and the bathroom.

I threw the medicine cabinet opened, taking deep breaths as I searched for the magic goop.

Finally, I found it in an unlabeled jar. It wasn't hard to tell it apart, considering it looks like crystal clear Vaseline.

Grabbing it, I ran back downstairs, nearly skipping half the steps.

Al had laid on the floor, his suit coat now removed and shirt unbuttoned and opened.

I fell to my knees at his side, "I-I got it, now what do I do?"

Looking at the wound, I felt like I'd be sick. It was inflamed and angry looking, dried blood and puss caked around it.

I glanced at Al, and he had his arm over his face, breathing shakily, "take a look, dear...does it l-look infected?"