Nothing left to safe

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Knock.. Knock knock..
You hear the door open. "look who it is, dear old-.. You alright? You seem out of- Fuck!" Everything turns black.

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"Where were you to get hurt like this..? Oh, Hey, you're awake!", he says, your eyes now focusing on your enemies face.

 He isn't really your enemy though, you two act rather friendly, joke around during your fights. But then again, you are on opposing teams. Heroes and villains. Always enemies, never working together.

You try sitting up, yet you feel a hand against your chest, pushing you back down before you even get to raise yourself the slightest bit. "Hey darling, no sitting up that fast. You scared the living daylight out of me when you passed out!", he, Zepherus, says, giving you a worried look. "How long-", you ask, being interrupted right away. "Only a few minutes. Five, maybe ten, don't worry.", he answers, giving you a smile.

You finally notice that Zepherus isn't wearing his veil. He did that while opening the door. Does he trust you? Surely not! You are enemies. No matter how much you want him to be on your side, he never will be. And you will have to describe his face to the heroes-.. your.. colleagues.. as soon as you get better.

You are suddenly interrupted overthinking as you feel your cheek getting poked. "Huh?", you exclaim, startled by the sudden touch. "Your hand is cold", you tell him, only now realising it might not be very appropriate to do so. But to your relief Zepherus chuckles, giving you an honest smile, similar to the first rays of sunshine on a foggy day. It seems so warm and welcoming, and within a blink it's replaced by worry, a pained look on his face. His face still looks soft, but the comforting warmth is gone.

"Darling, you gotta sit up, I need to at least clean the wound. Just, let me help you up, okay?", He says, surprisingly waiting for a response, not like your colleagues. You are hesitant with answering but with every second you see the worry grow more and more to a point where it hurts to look Zepherus in the eyes. "Veles", Zepherus starts, his voice laced with some sweetness, something you've not heard before.

You look into his eyes again, listening to him continue, "Dove.. We need to get you patched up." You nod, pushing yourself up, this time not pushed down but steadied by a cold hand, giving you the needed support.

"You think you can sit on your own?", he asks, no judgement in the way he looks at you. Humming in agreement, you nod, keeping to smile to yourself. Only now, he lets his hand slip, still waiting for just a second to see if you are right.

Zepherus then moves to get some cloth, some bandages, leaving you to think about if you should trust him for now.It feels nice being around him, receiving his smile, being called these names. Not in a mocking way. But trusting Zepherus is wrong. You'd be betraying the heroes.

You'd be betraying Venus. Your mentor. The woman that loved you like only a mother could. Even if you were not blood-related, no one can tell you she wasn't your mother. An amazing hero, kind and fair, not affected by the corruption. And on the day of her last breath, final battle, you swore to take the place she had, endure all the pain that it'll bring, and to never repeat her mistake to trust. Because she too let her guard down and was killed by the very person she trusted and tried to help.

But.. you want to trust Zepherus.

 He says your name in a way no one else does. His rare touch is soothing your touchstarved body. And for gods sake, he cares!

But you can not trust him, or else you would be doing the very same mistake that took your mothers life.

 Back to reality you fall when you feel a wet cloth against your side, hearing the deep, soothing whispers of your enemy.