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Celeste's POV
"Celestial, I'm here. It'll be okay. I'm here." The words drift in and out of my head as everything spins. "I'm here." I can't tell if the words are real or if I'm dreaming. Pain shoots through my arms, primarily stemming in my right shoulder. Throbbing in that shoulder. I don't remember ever feeling actual pain in my dreams before. Not even when I was a rogue.
I try to reach for Xavier on his side of the bed. He'll bring me comfort. He'll drive the nightmares away.
My arm burns. A pained whimper leaves my lips and I pull my arm back towards my body.
It's cold. Far too cold for Xavier's room. And the bed feels hard as a rock.
"Xavier?" My words feel slurred from my mouth; my tongue catching on itself. It's hard to breathe. I feel like there's a weight on my chest and the anxiety of not being able to take in a proper breath sends me spiraling further. "Xav-ier."
"Celestial," the voice twirls around my head again. That name. That voice. I know it all. "Celestial, it's okay. Take deep breaths. It'll pass." I can't -
Celestial. That's me, right? That's my name. But . . . No one calls me that except. . .
The pain begins to burn my arms. My shoulder aches. No - It burns. An intense burn accompanied by the worst ache I've ever felt. A bile builds in my throat.
"Don't throw up!" The voice drifts around my head and I do my best to listen to it, biting back the acidic liquid trying to make its way up my throat. "Good, good. Keep breathing." I try hard as I can to take control of my breathing, as hard as it feels.
The spinning feeling in my head lessens and the world feels just a bit more stable. The ground beneath me is not the comforting bed I've grown so used to. No warmth is wrapped around me. No sparks dance up and down my spine along with a large warm hand. "Xav-ier?" My voice sounds muffled to my own ears. My fingers twitch, a sticky wet feeling under them.
"Keep breathing, Celestial." I do, each one getting a little easier. The pain in my arms only becomes more prevalent. My eyes flutter. Blurred in front of me, I only see darkness. A dark rough grey that I can't tell if it's real.
The nausea accompanied by the growing pain has me letting out a groan. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and when I open them my vision is the same. A grey rough wall. No - a rock.
"Go slowly, Celestial," the voice encourages. Celestial. That voice. It's so familiar.
My hands push against the ground, covered in that sticky wet liquid. An intense pain, that has my stomach once again rolling, shoots up my arms as I push myself from the ground.
And there he is.
I blink several times, not believing this to be real.
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Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans
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