Salvis Oneshots

💔Sing me to sleep pt2💙

Tw: mentions of abuse, cursing

--Travis pov--

I laid the small girl down onto Sal's bed, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she slept.

I was beyond exhausted, but I couldn't even think about sleeping. My mind raced, I was angry. Sad. Guilty. Hurt. Tired. Everything hit me at once, yet it felt as if it hadn't hit me at all.

"Hey Travy, you should sleep. It's been a long day." Sal's sweet voice calmly sung. He sat next to me, his hand barely touching mine. "I know you've been through a lot, but you're not alone in this just so you know. You need to sleep right now, you're healing."

My eyelids dropped, I so desperately wanted to lay in his arms and be told it was going to be okay. No, that's wrong. Stop thinking about that, Travis.

I looked over to him, the slight light of the night filling up the room and accenting his facial features. Sal looked tired, worried.

I took in a shaky breath. "I failed her, she got hurt and I could've done something. I-I should've stayed with her." I tried to hold in my tears, my head filled with terrible thoughts. It was my fault she got hurt, I failed her and I failed Mom. "She got hurt, she has bruises. What do I do, Sal? She's four..." Tears threatened to fall as I talked.

Sal scooted closer to me, embracing me into a soft and caring hug. I broke, I couldn't stay strong. I held my face with a hand while sal's chin rested on my head. He played with my hair in a comforting manner, I melted into his touch.

"Fuck..." I felt weak, something in me told me to pretend to be okay but being held by Sal just felt so right. Not in this situation, but it still felt good.

After a few minutes I calmed down and focused on my normalizing breathing. To my dismay, he let go of me and crawled over Grace to sit back onto the wall. He held his hands out, making childish grabby hands at me to join him.

He grinned like an idiot. He's adorable.

I copied his movements and crawled over the sleeping girl, letting him do whatever he wished with me. I just wanted to touch him again.

Something in me told me it was wrong, sinful. I couldn't bring myself to turn away though, I felt like absolute shit but something about being with Sal made it bearable.

I wasn't healed, I wasn't okay, I wasn't saved. I was in terrible physical and emotional pain, everything stabbed me and I wanted to cry out. But being by Sal's side let me know I would be okay, someday I would be alright. It would pass, and right now his touch was the only comfort he could give and it was enough.

He kissed my cheek, my heart sped from the unexpected contact. We had sometimes given eachother the occasional cheek kiss before, neither of us officiating what we were in fear. I loved every single time he did it still.

"Aren't you cold? You gave her your shirt," he said with a chuckle. I shook my head, I didn't really care. I was beyond tired and everything hurt too much to give a shit.

He lead me to lay my head in his lap, I didn't try to argue. I closed my eyes while he gently played with my hair. A small smile covered my lips from the genuine peace of the moment.

-timeskip-

"T-Trav. Travis, I-I need... Wake up." Something, or someone, was shaking and poking my arm. I groaned at the sudden alert.