Warm Bodies (Herobrine X Entity303)

chapter 12

The morning rays of sun crept over the trees, lighting Herobrine's expansive bedroom with a soft yellow-orange glow. The clock read about 5am. My ears buzzed and my hands were shaky and cold. He slept peacefully and blissfully beside me, but I hadn't slept, I couldn't. I had no proof he was really asleep, I told myself, and at any minute he could pounce and kill me if I ever drifted off. Logically I knew it wasn't true, but critical thinking wasn't abolishing the fear and distrust I felt. It wasn't his fault, of course, he had been immeasurably good to me, a million times better than I deserved, this is just the way my brain works. It had saved me before.

His room was cold, but slowly warming thanks to the morning sunrise, and he began to stir, gently opening his eyes and looking over at me.

"Good morning."

"I thought you'd kill me in my sleep. I thought you were gonna kill me."

"...Entity, have you slept at all?"

"I was too scared. I knew you wouldn't, but I couldn't shake it. Needed to keep my guard up."

"Jeez, Entity... would you feel better in a different room? Do you want your own bed?"

"Not really, you don't need to worry. If I'm not allowed to leave I guess the best place to sleep is here."

"Ok, if you say so. Let's go shower, you smell awful."

"Well fuck you too."

He unlocked the cuffs and helped me up. My muscles were weak and my head throbbed. My legs had gone to sleep, searing and screaming, still scratched and aching from the other night. Herobrine was right, though, I really did smell awful. It had been nearly two weeks now since I last showered, the psych ward didn't exactly put me at ease enough to take my clothes off.

My head was hurting badly. It pounded hard against my skull, and my thoughts raced. The psych ward was a terrible place for someone like me, but it was supposed to be my shot at redemption, at recovery. If I wasn't fixable there, where would I go now? I couldn't live with my ex-enemy forever, pretty sure he still hated me, and if I tested him any more he'd punch my lights out no questions asked. There were a few things I knew for sure, if even that. I was sick, I was bad at killing myself successfully, and I needed treatment that couldn't be provided at that psych ward or in the ER.

Entering his bathroom together, Herobrine began to strip, and tried to prompt me to do so as well.

"I... uh... can't."

"Do you want to shower separately?"

"Uh... yea, I think so. I mean if you insist on being in here with me, it'd be comforting to at least have a little privacy. Can't have you checking me out."

"You're not my type." He began to remove his jeans, pulling them down his muscular thighs.

"Oh? Then what is your type?"

He simply chuckled at me.

"Attractive people," he retorted, now beginning to slide his boxers off. I looked away, but he didn't seem to care regardless. I suppose he was just very comfortable being naked around people. The shower was turned on, and he stepped in, not bothering to pull the curtain closed.

"So what am I going to do with you, Entity?" he called out over the sound of the shower.

"I don't know, I... I've been trying to come up with a plan. Any ideas?"

"Well... not really, to be honest with you. You seem less depressed outside of the hospital settings, and the staff had previously informed me the only things you talk about are leaving and me. I figured if you're around me you'll get better. Maybe I can take you to therapy."