Night Light {FFXV/OT4}

King's Knight

Chapter Five: King's Knight

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Noctis was dosing off, head resting against the side of the bunk bed. He was listening to the sounds of Prompto's rhythmic breathing, the noises enough to lull him into a half sleep. However his eyes snapped open as the pattern of breathing changed, and Noctis watched as Prompto sat straight up in bed with a gasp.

"Ignis! Gladio! He's awake!" Noctis called, and his two retainers immediately rushed in. They'd been sat outside the caravan having a drink, enjoying the warmth of the summer air. Due to how dark they were keeping the caravan it was quite cool inside, but Noctis didn't really mind. He hadn't left the rented accommodation once since they'd arrived, staying vigilant by Prompto's side.

Prompto was sitting up in bed, hands in his lap, sweating slightly despite the coolness of the caravan. Noct frowned as he noticed the little beads of sweat on the blonde's forehead, but reminded himself that Prompto had been through a lot in the last twenty four hours. A little sweat was normal he assured himself. It was nothing to be worried about.

"Hey Prom, how are you feeling?" He asked, offering a small smile as red eyes met his own. Prompto thought about his answer for a moment before just shrugging, looking down at his lap again.

"Fine, I guess.. a little queasy."

Ignis spoke up at that, the man standing by Prompto's bedside. "It's likely because you haven't eaten anything since that curry last night.. you've been unconscious since this morning, and it's evening now. Are you hungry?"

Prompto silently nodded and without another word Ignis went to get him some food. Noctis found himself worried about the blonde's quietness; the male had been so loud and energetic before. But again, he brushed the worries away, deciding it was only natural. It had been a hell of a day, for all of them.

After a few minutes spent in a comfortable silence Ignis came back with a sandwich on a paper plate, handing it to Prompto. "Here you go, it's cucumber and tuna. Eat up"

Prompto smiled again with a quiet "Thanks", and was quick to take a bite out of the sandwich. He nodded in appreciation at the well made food; Ignis could make even a simple sandwich taste like perfection.

All was well, Prompto eating his sandwich happily. Gladiolus and Noctis were both on their phones, the Prince playing a solo round of King's Knight. He'd decided he'd have to teach Prompto how to play at some point, get him an account set up. They could even get the male a phone, and then they could play against each other. That'd be fun.

Prompto placed the plate down on the little table next to the bed once he was done eating, sending a grateful smile Ignis' way. "That was really good. Thank you" Ignis nodded in response, and Noctis happily noticed that Prompto was beginning to sound a little bit more like his old self.

"It's no problem at all." Ignis assured, the man offering his hand to the blonde, who was still sitting in bed. "Care to get up? It's a tad cramped in here, but we've made the caravan as dark as we can. As long as you stay inside, you should be fine."

Prompto nodded and took a hold of the chef's hand. With Ignis' help he managed to stand up. He spent a moment stretching the soreness out of his legs and then took a few steps forwards, before he froze.

Red eyes seemed out of focus for a moment, as if he were staring off into nothing, before Prompto proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach across the caravan floor.

The three acted a lot quicker this time than when the male had been burnt: Ignis was quick to grab a towel and start mopping up the mess. He knew Noct and Gladio could take care of Prompto, and in the meantime he wanted to make sure none of them got infected by.. whatever this was. He could see the lumps of his sandwich across the floor, but it was lying in a puddle of black sludge. Gladio silently noticed that it was similar to the black liquid Prompto had been bleeding when he was wounded, and wondered if this meant the boy was throwing up blood. That would be bad.