Among us: New features? //Completed

Chapter seven:

Having finished the task, I turned back to look at Black, who was still patiently waiting for me to finish, poking his finger at the turned off screen, which started to flicker and turned white under his touch after I had finished my task, causing him to jump back. I laughed at the gesture, seeing him jump back like that. It reminded me of how my life used to be. Before all this crazy talk- and set into action- thing about going to space and to help getting rid of the aliens which were disguised as one of our own, but were initially slowly killing us all while doing their best to remain hidden and unnoticed. I shuddered at the thought.

Black turned to me, regaining his composure. "Ready to go?" He asked, already turning on his heel and walking out the door slowly, waiting for me which I was, of course, greatful for.

I nodded to myself, smiling as we headed out, tho that smile didn't last long. As I was walking behind black, lost in my own thoughts, I was brought back to reality because I bumped Into his lean back, rubbing the top of my helmet as I slightly groaned, moving my upper body to see past his and determine what he had seen or heard that caused him to stop so abruptly. Just as I was about to lay my eyes on something on the floor, black moved his arm into my point of view, blocking me from seeing anything at all. Even from the small bits I could see over the edges, the only thing I could see were slight, red splatters. That's when I felt Black's arm gently pushing me behind him again. "What is it-?" Was what I was about to ask, but he answered even quicker than me, cutting me off.

"They're dead." He said, his voice devoid of any emotion it held just mere moments ago.

"W-what?... You're joking right?... Who's-who's dead?" I asked, feeling a panick attack kicking in again, my breath starting to come out in short pants rather then long, calm, breaths as it should have. I gripped at my chest, clutching it tightly while trying to fight the panick attack which I could feel building it's way up my throat, closing my air pipe as it did. Desperate for air, I started gasping for it, sinking to my knees in the process, making black quickly turn around in a panick.

"Green! Green are you ok?!" He immediately asked, kneeling down beside me and placing a hand on my shoulder while bowing his head down to be able to look into my face, which he probably shouldn't have done because now my view was free from his clutch and I was able to see the grotesque scene which was played out before me.

I could feel my consciousness slipping, causing me to reach for something that could possibly anchor me to reality, anything really. As my mind went blank and my vision started to get blurry, I could feel strong, gentle hands picking me up off of the floor, holding me close to them. The last thing I feel before losing consciousness is black yelling my name, my actual name. I managed a faint smile before my mind went blank and my heavy eyelids finally decided to come crashing down, turning my already blurry vision to black. Basically, nullifying my vision, but I could feel myself calming down slowly.

Regaining consciousness, I grogily sat up, moving one hand to rub the left side of my temple to milder any headache I felt coming up, noticing that my helmet was off. I then slowly decided to open my eyes, looking around at the room I was in. Clean, white sheets, more than half of the room is white, there was a medical emergency box opposite me.. I figured that the only place I could ve was medical. I was going to attempt to stand up, when I felt something heavy weighing my legs down. Frowning in confusion, I looked down at what refused to let me get up, only to let out a gentle gasp of surprise. It was black. He had fallen asleep over my legs, his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow which made me aww. But what the most surprising part was that he wasn't wearing his helmet either! And boy was he hot! I mean- no! Forget it! Shaking my head, I looked back down, gawking at the peacful, happy looking body lying there. If only things were this peacful here.

He looks angelic sleeping like this. His hair dissshelved, his face looking soft and at peace, him drooling, his slightly puffed up cheeks qnd eyes I could only guess were that way from crying, his slightly squished cheek he was resting his head on... oh I could go on about that all day, but I won't. Instead, I decided to do something risky. Reaching out a hand, I gently moved some of his lustrous, black hair out of his face, smiling at his sleeping figure. Doing so, I noticed a small tube pertruding from the crook of my elbow and leading all the way back to an IV-drip.