Bittersweet (KilluGon)

[☀︎] - objectified

UMMMM SOOOO IDK WHAT TO SAY, I literally even made a bet at the end of the last chapter LMAOAOAOA i owe yall hella money but on a serious note i will get better especially since im updated once a month right now, promise next update will be on time 😭!!
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Mrs. Kurta's whispered gratitude filled the quiet hospital room,
"I can't thank you enough for doing this for me."

Leorio and his mother had arrived, bringing a sense of comfort to the sterile space; The dim hospital lighting, a relentless companion to the late-night hours, cast a somber glow.

The clock on the wall read 2:47 a.m., and the stillness seemed to amplify the weight of Mrs. Kurta's concerns; Leorio's mother looked over at the bed, her face softening with worry.

Kurapika was slumped next to Pairo, his upper body resting on the bed, eyes shut in sheer fatigue.

"You need to rest; you're running on fumes," Mrs. Paladiknight said gently, her gaze fixed on Mrs. Kurta. "How about we get something to eat before you try to sleep?"

A subtle smile graced Mrs. Kurta's features as she nodded. "That sounds nice, but I have to make sure Kurapika gets home safely first. He's too exhausted to drive," she said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Leorio chimed in, saying, "I can take him."

"Are you sure? Thank you so much," Mrs. Kurta replied, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.; As they left the room, she lightly patted Leorio on the arm.

Leorio's mother trailed behind, her expression proud.

Leorio ambled over to the bed, his hands slipping into his pockets; His eyes narrowed, concern etched on his face, as he took in Pairo's frail form; The hospital's harsh lighting highlighted the bruises and scrapes covering Pairo's skin. His left eye was swollen shut, the surrounding skin a deep purple. A faint, angry red cut traversed his cheekbone.

Leorio's lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched, He let out a tired sigh, shaking his head. As he sat beside the bed opposite Kurapika, he studied Pairo's battered face.

The blondes chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths, but his eyes flickered open, locking onto Leorio. Though his gaze seemed dull, his voice carried a hint of anger.

"bullying..." Kurapika whispered, his voice weak and strained.

Leorio's head snapped towards Kurapika, his eyebrows furrowing. "You're up?" he said softly, surprised.

Kurapika's eyes drifted shut again, his chest continuing rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm; Leorio gently brushed aside the hair that partially covered his face.

Kurapika felt a shiver run down his spine as he, again, cautiously opened his eyes and looked up at the male sitting in front of him.

"Our neighbor's eleven-year-old son thought it would be amusing to mock him for being adopted," he explained, providing more context to his earlier statement. He then closed his eyes once again, a tear escaping from his eye, remnants of the tears shed a few hours ago.

Leorio's gaze softened as he observed the tear delicately tracing the blonde's cheek. With a tender touch, he wiped away the tear and tucked the hair behind Kurapika's ear, "Let's take you home, alright?"

Kurapika sighed, his shoulders sagging, and sat up, the hospital bed creaking softly beneath him. The beep of Pairo's heart monitor and the gentle whoosh of the ventilator filled the room.

As Kurapika slipped his shoes back on, the soft rustle of fabric and quiet creak of leather echoed through the room. Leorio watched, captivated by Kurapika's every move, the subtle quiver of his lips, and the deliberate slowness of his actions.