Crazy In Love | Buggy

s e v e n t y - s i x

I hadn't expected such a small wound to be able to bleed quite as much as it had. Jacques pressed the stump of his fingers into his shirt, which quickly began to stain with red blood.

I knew what he was doing: applying pressure, to reduce the amount that the wound bled. I had learned that from Buggy, from all of the times that either of us had been stabbed or cut. The blood ran down his hand, down onto his arm. I couldn't bring myself to look away - I wasn't sure what I was feeling in that moment, but it definitely wasn't any sympathy for him.

My focused was fulled away from Jacques and his wound when Buggy stood up. I followed his lead, or at least, I tried to follow his lead. The second that I was standing, the dizziness had hit me full force. It felt like a slap across the face.

My body swayed from side to side, the room around me suddenly seeming to dull in vibrance. It was like that for a second or so, then I felt my body hit the ground with a thump! It hurt, but the pain only lasted a moment because before I knew it, everything around me went black and I lost consciousness.

My unconsciousness felt as if it had only lasted a second. Really, it felt like blinking. One moment everything was dark, I couldn't see or hear a single thing, then the next, my eyes were wide open. My eyes were struggling to get a clear vision of my surroundings.

Above me, was darkness, but not the same darkness as before. It was the darkness of a pitch-black sky. My view had changed drastically.

The more my vision began to clear and focus, the more I seemed to notice the details in the sky. It was decorated wjth thousands of beautiful, shimmering bright white stars. Amongst those gorgeous stars was a white moon, bigger and brighter than I had ever seen before. I was so lost in their beauty that I didn't even attempt to grasp the rest of my surroundings for a while.

That was until my vision caught on a more beautiful sight. I was being carried by Buggy, bridal style. He held me so tightly, so securely that I felt as if I could fall asleep if I let myself. Of course, I didn't. I had far too many questions for that, and I knew that if I slept, I would wake up in a new place again.

So, I enjoyed the moment that I had. It wasn't often that I got to just stare at Buggy, to take in the sight of his perfect face. Especially not without him noticing I was doing it. Normally, he was so alert, so aware of his surroundings - perhaps from being a pirate and so on edge at all times - that whenever I looked at him, he would spot me doing so. He would often put on a show, crack jokes, move around so I couldn't get a good look at him.

Right now, he hadn't spotted me, hadn't noticed that I was staring right at him. I was enjoying the view. He wasn't acting, wasn't putting on a show for me or anybody else. His face was just still, focused. It was more beautiful than every single star in the sky combined together.

Him saving me had refocused my attention. I appreciated him so much. I already had, after all he had saved me multiple times, but I had realised just how much I cared for him. I wished there was a way for me to properly thank him, but I knew that he didn't need a thank you from me. He was happy to save me. I even think he liked saving me.

In the pale moonlight, his blue hair seemed almost navy, darker than it had ever seen. I forgot just how vibrant it was. I wanted to reach up, let my fingers touch his long locs, run my fingers through them.

It was then that Buggy noticed me. He smiled down at me, his face so soft and delicate. There was absolutely no trace of that malice that he had shown to Jacques. For me, looking at him now, you would never know that he was capable of sawing off a man's finger.

To be fair, he had probably done much worse than that. No, he definitely had done worse. I chose not to think about that. It conflicted with how sweet and beautiful he looked in this moment.