All Your Fractures

Twelve.

"Lord have mercy. I know that these Percs finna hurt me. Sometimes I feel like they doin' surgery. Tell me are they working? Are they working? Tell me are they working?" - Black and White, Juice WRLD.

"Let's get high as the sky!"

"I swear to God El, jump from there and I'll end you before you hit the ground."

SATURDAY, 8:03 AM

"Three minutes late. . . " murmured the platinum blond haired boy, his complexion almost the same tone as his hair, sitting on his windowsill with his head on his knee. The other leg was swinging back and forth below the windowsill. All he had to do was lean a bit to his left and he'd fall from the 5th floor to a messy death.

A solitary black ant scuttled unto his foot, but he ignored it. Watching the man who had just ridden a Harley into the parking lot and pulled the helmet off his head. Long black hair with contrasting greyish highlights flowed down, partly hiding the tattoo that gracefully decorated the side of his neck.

Something fluttered in the boy's heart as the man got off the bike, checked his phone and ran his hand through his hair, lost in thoughts about who-knows-what.

He huffed, mumbling in a soft British accent. "Stop not thinking about me, asshat,"

The man seemed to sense him and looked up. With the distance, the blond couldn't find the livid greens he'd so missed, but he could much tell that the man had seen him. And that he was smiling.

There came this tightness in his throat, caused by nothing other than sheer emotion. It swelled up in him, pushing any other thought aside, leading him to not dwell on what it came with, but rather what it was.

A knock pulled his attention to the door, along with a bold feminine voice. "Are you done packing?"

In that moment, the boy wasn't exactly present, though his eyes were on the door, the knock in some hazy corner of his mind, all he could hold constant in his head in that moment was I wonder. . . if he smells different now.

"Ellis?" The suited, dark-skinned woman behind the door wasn't sure whether to go in yet. The boy's doctor had proclaimed him stable with more than a bit of confidence. And since he had specifically asked to be alone while packing, she didn't want to set him off or anything.

Her internal debate was suddenly hurled out the window when the door burst open and Ellis rushed out like a flash down the hallway, surprising everyone and running into a few nurses. A table of medic tools being wheeled was almost knocked over, and the woman in white who held it in place raised a fist at the boy, who yelled to her a hurried "PARDON!" and disappeared around a corner.

"What the heck?" After collecting her thoughts, Lucille raced after him, speaking into the comm. "The mochi's on the run. Heading for the stairs. I repeat, Mochi's on the run!"

"The stairs?"

The guards stationed themselves at the front door of the facility, waiting in anticipation for-

"Here he comes!"

Barefoot, and still clad in the plain white shirt and pants for patients, he didn't stop, didn't pause, didn't show a sliver of hesitation, running toward the revolving door in front of which the three big military-trained men had planted themselves.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the immediate guard by the collar and slid between his legs, causing the man to fall on his head. He bumped into a few people as he ran for the doors, but was gone before the rest of them could get a hold of him.

"Dude how did you not see that coming?!" Lucille screamed, panicked. She started yelling orders into the comm about tracking the homing device in Ellis's wrist.

"He came at me too fast, when was I supposed to think?!"

"Oh I wouldn't know, perhaps during the two minutes he was on the stairs?!"

"Don't blame this on me, I was occupied."

"Come on Prince, you can't still be brooding on Juanita leaving you,"

". . . "

"Oh my fucking God, you are!"

"Why are we still yelling?!"

"Forget that, why are you sodding hoons still here? Chase down the fucking runaway!"

Running out, they were only able to catch sight of the boy's face under a helmet, his shining eyes and the big smile crossing his face. He didn't need to look back, since he was sitting with his legs locked around the rider, to give Lucille an amused wink, sticking out his tongue and adding a middle finger for good measure.

Then he raised his hands into the air with a delighted scream, letting the wind carry the sound around as the cycle zoomed on. "Whooooo!"

Wordless, the guards blinked at the glance of pure joy on the boy's face for the first time in a long time.

Struggling to keep her head, Lucille snapped out of her daze. "Okay, okay, um- he's gone. That's a problem. We need to fix it. Did anyone get the motorcycle plate?"

"Wasn't that the Deon kid he left with?"

"Good! That's a lead, we can nail him." The curly haired woman took to furiously tapping at her phone.

"Right away?"

"Of course right away, this is practically a mutual kidnapping!"

Prince's lips twitched upward, a wave of something strange hitting him. "He looked so happy, though,"

X/N: 900 words, omg I can't believe I'm actually able to keep this up... T^T

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