PHOENIX. [sequel to 067]

11. ... is this fear?

a groan escapes dottore's lips as he steps away from the broken vial. his never once left the mess in the room, as if he were examining the objects around him. the broken vial was the first thing he had noticed, alongside all of the blood. whether it was from when he beat the shit out of him or when he escaped, he couldn't tell. some parts of the blood appeared fresher than the rest, so the latter was the only reasonable assumption he could make.

shit. the realization hit him suddenly like a slap to the face. zander is alive, he left you alone. you probably couldn't even walk on your own, let alone defend yourself. would zander bother you? or would he go to be on his own and run?

different thoughts ran through dottore's mind and for the first time in his long life, he could safely say that he's worried. calling him anxious would be a bit far, as if you were to die, he'd just bring you back yet again. but he's worried. worried about zander bringing ... harm to you, like how he had in the past. or would zander share all of the knowledge he had hidden from you? all of the abuse, those weeks of pure mental torture?

... what is this feeling?

it's more than worry for the man.

more than worry.

what is it?

he shakes his head with a groan before exiting the room. his eyes flick between the opposite ends of the hallway. that's when his red eyes landed on the small blood trail that's in the shape of a hand.  the blood seemingly went to his office, as dottore followed closely behind it, and then stopped at the .. door way of his office. calling it a door way would be putting it nicely at this point, the wood had been crushed slightly - most likely under zander's touch.

not like his touch would be anything to dottore, but it's you he worried for. something deep in his stomach made him feel ill as his mind wondered, traveling between thought to thought. thoughts about how dottore was going to apologize to you and
.. at least try what pantalone had suggested and then the thoughts about .. zander and you.

you dying wasn't anything to him, he can bring you back, again. yeah, he can bring you back. he's more worried about the .. traumas awaiting for you, or all the truths zander could reveal. or maybe the appearance of zander would upset you. he is practically a walking corpse, most likely, not the prettiest thing to see.

  "y/n? my darling?" dottore calls out as he steps into his office. his eyes scramble between the objects in the room, looking around for you as he couldn't see you, "my dear, i'm sorry, but this isn't funny.."

he moved his desk with his hand, pushing it against one of the large bookcases so he could look under it, "y/n? darling?"

so zander had taken you. how lovely. his mind couldn't seem to wrap around the idea of your absence for a few moments as he continued to look in his office, like he needed you to be right in front of him. but when the realization hit him, it hit.