- PROTECTION [BXB] -

- 7: "Comforting" -

Wesley's POV:

I might as well just not worry about it.. I'm obviously still alive.. Kind of? I don't know, I still feel.. drained.. I think I should just rest while I can. Whoever's carrying me hopefully will just take me to Coach Falcon and then I can just go rest in his office. Hopefully is the key word.

Hopefully I'm not in the wrong person's hands.

...

... Wake up.

... Wake up, Wesley.

... Use your strength and wake up.. you're not dead yet, you coward.

... Wake up.

They opened. My eyes finally opened again, yet still felt heavy; I wanted to just shut them completely again. My body was in a cold sweat, yet I feel warm at some parts, I feel almost.. dizzy. My mind was bouncing everywhere, it felt cold.

I looked around at my surroundings; I was in a dim room with moonlight pouring into it through the window. The light illuminated the room to an extent. However, I noticed a bed on the other side of the room. There was something curled up on it.. I tried adjusting my eyes more to see clearly.

A black, shiny coat of fur with orange on the legs.. one leg is bandaged..

Oh, thank god.

It's just Nox. Oh thank god, he's safe... He was curled up, sleeping right now. His body was rising and lowering with each breath. That's all I care about, the fact that he's safe and not dead due to my mistakes. But this does strike the question now that I see Nox here; where are we, specifically? I originally thought I would be dropped off at Coach Falcon's dorm to just heal up, but that isn't the case obviously..

That's when I realized where I could possibly be: my dorm. But then I also realized, that if this is my dorm, Nox was sleeping on my bed. My bed is closer to the closet and I see the closet from this point of view. Meaning that I'm possibly on Cortez's bed. I touched the matress of the bed, out of confusion, while looking at Nox. I pushed on it a couple of times. But instead of the expected springy texture... I felt a warm, soft, and what felt like a hairy surface.

I immediately snapped my head downwards to see what I was laying on, and in an instant I was met with piercing black eyes staring directly at me. Those familiar black eyes that would always pierce anything that looked him in the eyes. Paired with his grown out beard on his face and matched with his normal angry expression; Cortez was staring straight at me.

.. he's awake. I'm laying on top of him.

.. he's been awake this whole time.. hasn't he..?

I looked down in horror, and saw that the 'matress' I was- ..repeatedly..- pushing on was actually his.. uh.. his chest. Which I must add, his chest does not need to feel as soft as it did when I pushed on it.. I looked back up, he was still staring at me with his eyes. I quickly put my head down in shame, revaluating everything that's happened in my life.

My heart was racing as I was embarrased and panicked, and I decided that I had to speak up instantly: "I-I'm sorry, I'll g-get off..! I don't know how I got-" But as I tried to move, something felt as if it was holding me in place by my torso. I glanced down and saw his arm holding me in place, not too tight even despite how big it was and how tough it looked.