𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘶. | 𝙎. 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙤

Chapter 4

My head hurts so bad. What even happened? I ask myself before even opening my eyes. I furrow my brows, clutching my head. Everything is ringing. I slowly sit up, realizing that I'm still in the place where I passed out. I opened my eyes, and the sun was blaring straight into my eyes. Then Fushiguro's figure blocked the sun for me. She was looking at me, concerned. She now had an eyepatch on that eye.

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She reached her hand out to me. My headache just intensifies. My arm hurts, and I can barely feel my leg. 

"It's fine." I sigh. I stand up, not taking her hand, and wobble for a bit. I looked down and saw that I was just standing in a pool of my blood. I ran my fingers through my hair. I saw that Satoru looked smug. Geto was just looking at me with a nonchalant look. I took a step forward, and it felt like my leg was going to fall off. I tried not to show a reaction, and it seemed like I succeeded. 

I just walked away. I just want to lay in bed. I̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ b̶e̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶d̶. 

I felt eyes on my back, but no one did anything. I barely got to my dorm room without collapsing. I fell onto my bed, my blood staining the white sheets. Tears started falling from my eyes. Why did it hurt so bad, it shouldn't be like this. I reached over to the bedside table that had bandages. I barely managed to slip my pants off. When I saw the wound, I almost retched. It was to the bone, green ooze was flowing out of it. Tears blurred my vision. It was hard to breathe.

With shaking hands, I pick up the bandage and start wrapping it around my wound. Every time the bandage touched my leg, I flinched. When I finished the bandage, I felt my consciousness falter. I slowly strip my shirt and look at the wound the crane left. It wasn't as bad as the one the ferret left, but it still tore through my skin. With the bandage I had left, I wrapped it around the scratch marks.

I look around, and see the sweatpants that I left on the edge of the bed. I slip them on, and I almost scream. My eyes widen as I see that the blood seeped through the sweats. I needed help. And fast.

I limped to the corridor. Everything was spinning, it was as if I was high without the fun part. I was still shirtless, but I didn't care. I took a few steps into the corridor, but the pain, and the spinning was so bad, that I fell. A loud thud echoed. Tears filled my eyes, I curl myself into a fetal position. It's so cold.

Before passing out, again, I saw as the door infront of me opened. He gasped and called out to me. I didn't hear anything. 

I just want to sleep.

I curled into the sheets. It was so warm. I felt movement around me. I barely managed to open my eyes. I saw Geto looking at me. 

"How are you feeling?" I furrow my brows. My wound felt better, but it was still hurting. As if my instincts acted on their own, my fangs elongated a little past my lips. 

"Blood..." I barely manage to get it out.

Geto furrows his brows. "What..?" He asks, confused.

"Please..." I whisper, barely audible.

I see as his brows furrow deeper, but he decides not to question it. He extends his right arm to me.

"Okay."

I reach out to his wrist, and take it into my own hands. My eyes were barely open. I pressed my lips against his skin, and sunk my fangs into it. The blood flowed into my mouth, and he didn't even flinch. I felt my skin on my leg start closing. The taste of his blood was... different. To me, it tasted like the best meal I'd ever had. It was like his blood was made exactly to my taste.