♥ The End of Us ♥ ~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮~

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6 - 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

"Hold on I don't want to leave just yet.."

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Alias shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily as he frantically looked around, disoriented and confused. His vison was blurry, he couldn't recognize the room he was in, the wall across from the large bed he was in was a large bookshelf with a desk in the corner, a dresser to the right wall near the door out of the room, two nightstands on either side of the bed, and a chair near the window opposite to the door.

The large bookshelf was filled with books and other items scattered about, there was an antique typewriter in pristine condition, a globe, a few old looking vases with beautiful white roses with mock orange flowers, Madame Lemoines, white Crinum Lilies, and snowbrush ceanothus. The books varied in size and color, but they were all older looking with leather covers. On the desk there was stacks of books, papers scattered with neat old looking handwriting, a cup of coffee, a framed portrait that Alias couldn't see well, crumpled papers, spilt ink, and a few pens. Alias's phone and wallet were on the dresser. He could see some craft supplies near the chair and a trashcan next to the desk overflowing with crumpled papers.

He flinched as he felt a hand touch his back, he quickly looked up, his vision slowly focusing as he heard the person speak, "Hey... It's okay... You're safe..." that voice... It's Von! Von gently rubbed Alias's back, trying to calm Alias down. Alias relaxed, looking around still a little disoriented.

"Where...?" Alias mumbled still tense but not as frantic and panicked. He rubbed his head, turning to the side of the bed, looking up at Von who is at his bed side.

"...You fainted after drinking the tea... I couldn't get you to wake up, so I moved you to my room since it's more comfortable than the cold floor..." Von spoke bluntly but it was clear he was trying to speak more gently for Alias's sake. Von's eyes wandered to Alias's neck, eyes narrowing but he shook his head, sighing.

Alias blinked, taking deep breaths to calm himself, looking at the ground before glancing to Von who looked more intimidating from this angle. "Oh... Thank you for lending me your room..." He sighed running a hand through his hair.

Von paused, groaning "It's nothing. Can you stand...? Does anything hurt? You hit your head rather hard." Von questioned trying to be soft on Alias, though his voice was far too rough and deep.

"Ah... I can try..." Alias tried to stand, his legs felt limp and weak. Von quickly caught Alias, pulling Alias close to his chest. Alias clung onto Von, "Ah... Sorry..." He spoke softly.

Sighing, Von shook his head "No need to apologize. Lay back down, I'll get you some water." He sat Alias back down on the bed, being as gentle as he could before he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Giving a nod, Alias watched Von leave. He tried to get up once more, stumbling slightly, he made his way to the dresser, getting his extremely cracked phone -from the serval near death experiences these past few days - and wallet, checking his wallet just in case. He glanced over at the desk, still unable to make the face out in the portrait, which bugged him, but he stumbled back to bed as he heard footsteps.