What Did I Do...?

Chapter One.

"Oh god, no, Lewis!"

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The bed felt soft, fresh, untouched and unused.

Arthur Kingsman dreaded his existence even more now. He hated it, and so did others, Vivi and even Lewis. He hated the fact that they hated him, which weakened him even more then now. Sure, he deserved every ounce of hate he would be getting but it didn't mean he couldn't feel the slightest pain from it.

Arthur laid in his hospital bed, exhausted, weak, and in pain. He tried to move but pain shot up his left forearm, or at least what was left of it. He looked up at the white ceiling, seeing that not much detail was put into it like any other thing in this room. He didn't want to look around, the only other patient in the room with him being Lewis, someone he used to be best friends with. He couldn't bare to look over and get a snide remark in return. He felt numbness all over his body, his hair a mess and his eyes duller then before.

"How did it feel, Arthur? To push me?" Lewis spoke with distaste towards Arthur, Arthur flinching slightly at how the words were spoken.

"I... I told you..." Arthur spoke nervously, looking over slightly.

"I don't believe that one bit." Lewis said harshly, voice soft.

Lewis shot Arthur a glare, making Arthur looking up at the ceiling again. He felt tears sting his eyes. It hurt. It hurt to know Lewis had strong hatred towards Arthur. Arthur had told Lewis that he was possessed by an entity in the cave they were exploring before the incident, but Lewis's hatred wouldn't let him believe Arthur, even if his arm was proof enough.

Arthur looked at the plain ceiling, the machine's soft, monotone beeps being the only background noise he was able to concentrate on. He hadn't noticed one of the nurses came in to change his bandages until she softly nudged his right arm, startling him slightly.

"I have to change your bandages." The nurse spoke with much politeness, Arthur doing as tools and sitting up, allowing her to do what she had to do. The scent of Arthur's blood was strong enough, the sight almost too much.

Once she was finished, she allowed him to lay back down and went on her way. Time was going by fast, and in no time, it was now dark, the room dim and the only lights coming from the machine. Arthur laid on his back, Lewis being dead asleep. Arthur felt warmth run down his cheeks in small streams. Tears. His eyes burned slightly, and the tears were the only type of warmth he had aside from his own. He sighed, wiping his tears away and closing his eyes, soon falling into a deep sleep.

"You're a fucking cluts, aren't you?" Lewis spoke, hatred flowing through each and every word.

"Lewis, i-i told you, I was possessed..." Arthur tried to reason with Lewis, but instead getting a dark glare.

"How can I believe someone that almost killed me? What would you have done to Vivi after you finished me off?" Lewis hissed.

"N-nothing! Isn't my arm proof enough!? Mystery would never hurt anyone without a very good reason for protecting his loved ones!" Arthur felt a spark of pain his arm, making him wince.

"It still doesn't explain your actions, Arthur!" Lewis growled.

Arthur looked at him, seeing how much Lewis had grown a pure hatred for him in the last week. Vivi wouldn't even look at him anymore, ignoring everything he said and going to Lewis, calming him down and shooting a glare at Arthur.

"Foolish..." Vivi said under her breath, Arthur only being able to lay back and cry internally.