Salvis Oneshots

💔Sing me to sleep pt 1💙

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Tw: abuse, cursing

--Travis pov--

My eyes were heavy, I wasn't sure if I was awake or not. My head spun, voices around me blurred together and I could faintly feel Sal patching me up. My face burned, he shouldn't be having to do this.

I laid back on the soft bedding, it felt heavenly. I've never felt more comfort in my life. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing.

My bruises and cuts throbbed throughout my body, stomach and shoulders and back burned at every touch. Especially my back. I groaned, I knew I looked like fucking roadkill which is not how I wanted Sal to see me.

"Travis? Stay awake, I need you to stay awake, alright? C'mon, sit up. You'll be okay." His sweet voice felt so far away. I wasn't even sure if I had heard it at all or if it was a dream. A hand pushed my back and forced me to sit up, facing the blue haired angel.

My eyes were hooded with exhaustion, just an hour ago I cowered beneath my dad as my little sister watched in horror. Sal talked to me, his hand graced the side of my face so gently. I closed my eyes, I couldn't keep them open anymore.

He spoke soft reassurances and told me to stay awake so I didn't pass out. I just hummed in response to let him know I wasn't dead yet. Everything felt tired and weak, everything in me told me to fall asleep or lay against sal or something. I craved some form of comfort. I craved his touch again, even though his hand still barely touched my cheek I wanted more.

Sal and I had been... Something for a while now, maybe a few months. We would give eachother a few cheek kisses but we have never actually talked about it or how we felt.

Occasionally whenever my dad really got mad he forced me to stay over and get me back on my feet. I didn't understand him, not at all. Why did someone like Sally face like me?

I forced myself to open my eyes, to tell him I was alright. I let myself stare. His mask was off and he looked so worried, painfully worried. A pit formed in my stomach. I had let him get that worried, over me.

His hands graced my stomach and chest as he cleaned cuts and mended whatever else happened to me. I didn't bother looking. I continued staring, he was beautiful.

This wasn't the first time I've seen his face, but every single time I couldn't help but admire. He was nothing model worthy, but he was gorgeous. And interesting. He captivated me. He was everything I couldn't have.

"Trav, you're staring again." He shied away, glancing around to look everywhere but at me. I grinned, tilting my head.

"Mm, yeah. Thanks, Sal." I let myself lean into him, my body burned but I was too hazy to care.

"How are you feeling? Will you be okay? Need anything?" He cupped my cheek, I always loved when he did that.

"You're like a mom, Sal. I'm okay." I giggled in my trance. He shook his head, smiling. A deep sigh left my lips as I crashed back down onto the bed. My bare, but bandaged, back was immediately comforted.

I let myself fall asleep in this boys room, if I wasn't so hazy I would have thought It to be sinful, gross. But I didn't care right now, all I wanted was this. This rare comfort. In a boys room. In Sal's room.