You Look Lost

odd behaviour

Striker didn't know when it had started but he noticed after after they got back. Moxxie seemed off always doing little things for Striker like leaving little notes and gifts dotted around the house and shop. However now he was sure it had been a normal day he had headed the bathroom to wash up upon hearing Moxxie hacking his guts up again for the third day in a row concerned his small lover couldn't breathe he opened to door to help only to be stopped dead in his tracks.

The room assaulted his nose with rot but the sight was worse, Moxxie hunched over the sink spitting a foul ink like liquid along with blood. Once the smaller stoped catching his breath Thier eyes meet via the mirror, Moxxie sighs weakly in defeat in knowing the game was up, this is when Striker noticed the deep infected cuts on his chest.

"We need to talk"

Moxxie whispers weakly Striker stood there in shock fear clawing up his spine in wonder how long Moxxie had hid this.

.-.

Moxxie lay in their bed Stolas was spoon feeding him some needed pain relief.

"This whole time you knew.."

Striker utters looking at Stolas turned back moxxie looks to Stolas apologetically as his throat was so sore he couldn't speak well.

"I found out too late Striker, Moxxie wished to let it play out this way, believe me I advised you should know but it is too late for that now"

Stolas says gently moving Moxxie hair out his face the imp looked drained and his eyes fluttered in and out of sleep.

"When?"

Striker asks Stolas knew what he exactly ment.

"When Glaut attacked the shop, he scratched Moxxie I had no idea that imp had such a foul illness, Moxxie didn't know he was hurt till I took you to check your back"

Stolas says softly feeling Moxxie slip to sleep so he turns to Striker who's eyebrows raised in realization. It wasn't his imagination Moxxie was shaking that day he was and said nothing. Striker places a hand to cover his eyes this was too much to take in.

"Striker you understand..he is going to"

"Shut up!"

Striker snarls turning quickly on his heel for the door.

"I can't hear this"

Striker mumbles quickly heading down the stairs a bang of the front door to the shop announced his exit. Stolas turned back to Moxxie placing his hand on moxxie chest softly.

"He'll be back"

Stolas says to the sleeping imp as if to give him reassurance.

"You know for a long time I thought Striker was doomed to walk in this world alone"

Stolas hums and a small smiles lights his eyes.

"Then I felt you, your loneliness, your need for something more it felt like him before he arrived and I knew we were going to gain another to our little family"

Stolas chuckles lightly taking Moxxie's hand gently giving it a squeeze.

"You have made him so happy, this will break him but I promise it will be alright"

Stolas whispers feeling a small squeeze back on his own hand.

.-.

Moxxie sat propped up against the head board as Gris sat on his bed trying to help him eat but is was pointless every time Moxxie tried he would cough and bring back up what he had, in the end he shook his head looking away from the outstretched spoon. Wild was stood by the window eyes glaring out over the town.

"You gotta try to eat Moxxie"

Gris pleads and Moxxie scowls at the floor.

"There is no point"

Moxxie hisses his mood had worsening every hour Striker didn't come back, Gris shoulders deflate in defeat.

"Do you want some more for the pain?"

Gris asks weakly making Moxxie look to him, the imp was looking down his eyes puffy and reder than normal. Gris only wanted to help his friend who always shown him so much kindness but now he was going to die because they met. Moxxie knew Gris felt guilty so he softly covered his hand his fingers gripping tight.

"I don't blame you Gris so please don't cry anymore"

Moxxie pleads Wild smiles his eyes cast over the two from over his shoulder but whips his head back to the window hearing a horse.

"He is back"

Wild says coldly Gris looks shocked and Moxxie leans back on the head board once more breathing deeply as he felt his heart quicken. Wild walks to the bedroom door as Striker entered the building and stood by it waiting for the snake, Moxxie could hear him walking up the steps but came to a stop at the top.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Wild snarls but received no answer so he leans closer to the snake who doesn't move.

"Let him in"

Moxxie calls making Striker snap his head up hearing his voice. Wild step back slightly so Gris stands looking Moxxie.

"We will be downstair, okay?"

He whispers and Moxxie nods as Striker enters the room, Gris and Wild exit closing the door softly behind them. Striker looked to the floor he could feel shame ripping at his soul. He should have been here to help Moxxie be comfortable but he had to do something first.