Why... || Alastor Angst

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Wsg! I'm back lol. How are you guys?

TW:

- Panic attacks
- Blood lol
- Mentions of Rape/Non-con?
- Demasking people lmao

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Nobody's POV

He pressed his knees to his chest. Charlie rinsed out the sink, thinking to herself. What happened? Why didn't he tell anyone? What would Vaggie do? What should I do?

She whipped out her phone, sending a panicked text.

Charlie: VAGGIE
Charlie: what do you do if someone loses 1.5 litres of blood?
Vaggie: charlie, I love you, but you scare me.
Charlie: please?
Vaggie: ok, first, you put pressure on the wound and bandage it if possible.
Charlie: what if there isn't a wound?
Vaggie: wdym?
Charlie: what if they coughed it up?
Vaggie: wtf??
Charlie: quickly!
Vaggie: ok. just... lay them down, try not to move them too much though. Get tissues and clean the blood off ig?
Charlie: THANK YOU!!
Vaggie: np.

Charlie looked up at Alastor, who was curled up, knees pressed to his chest, shivering. She gently touched his shoulder, trying to pick him up. Alastor scurried backwards, falling to the floor, ears flat on his head. Charlie's heart broke as she looked at him, his eyes wide with fear, a thin stream of blood leaking out of his mouth from the fall. That was when she noticed.

He wasn't smiling.

She crouched next to him, careful not to touch him again.

'Hey Alastor, are you ok?'

He looked at her, breathing fast and shallow, face clammy. He swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut, then curled back in on himself. He couldn't act like this. Charlie was right above him. He blinked, rubbing his temples, trying to keep his breathing steady.

'Are- Are you with me? Alastor?'

Charlie said, crouching next to the trembling figure.

'Charlie?' A small, wavering voice spoke from the figure.

'Yes?'

'What happened?'

'I'm not sure.'

'Oh.'

'Can I touch you?'

Alastor thought. Charlie would probably keep him safe. She wouldn't do anything weird or hurt him. He doubted she would say anything either, from what he knew about her.

'Ok.'

She gently picked him up off the floor, carrying him over to the couch in the main room. She set him down, propping his head up, and dabbed at his face, wiping off the remaining ruby-red blood. She sighs.

'Why didn't you tell anyone?'

He looked away.

'I... I just...' He sighed.

She scooted over, sitting at his head.

It's okay to not be okay. No-one's going to judge you. We just want to help you Alastor.'

He sighed. She just didn't get it. What if they told other people? What if they laughed at him? What if it made him look weak?

He took a shallow, shaky breath in and exhaled softly, his head aching. He groaned, hand dragging down his face. He noticed the down-curve of his mouth and his eyes widened.