Night Light {FFXV/OT4}

Blue Sky

Chapter Six: Blue Sky

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It was a week before Prompto finally begun throwing up less. It wasn't by all that much and he still puked up the tar-like black sludge, but he wasn't throwing up puddles of the stuff like he was before.

It was a relief to say the least; Ignis had secretly been growing concerned that the boy would never recover, that he'd just keep throwing up until he eventually died. However things were looking better now, and he was starting to truly believe that Prompto would recover after all.

Ignis was at this point certain that what the gunner was throwing up had indeed been blood. Prompto had confirmed that the Empire had injected daemon blood into him to give him a power up of sorts. With that information Ignis had come to the conclusion that all this vomiting was simply the blonde's body rejecting the unwanted monster blood. It was so different from human blood after all, and it made him wonder: how did the Empire expect anyone with all this corrupted blood in their veins to survive?

Maybe they didn't.

"Hey Prompto, how are you feeling today?"

Prompto opened his eyes as he felt the weight of the mattress dipping, the result of Noctis perching himself on the edge of the bunk bed. Prompto tried his best to sit up, although he only managed to prop himself up on shaky arms as he offered the Prince a weak smile. "I'm alright. Tired, I guess.. but alright"

Noctis nodded with a smile, relieved to hear that. His hands were in his lap as he fell quiet for a good few moments. Prompto didn't mind, too tired to feel awkward despite the long silence. Eventually Noct found cause to speak up, staring down at his lap as he did "We have to move back to the haven in two days. Someone's booked out the caravan, and Wiz can't turn them away"

Prompto was quiet before sighing, lying back down and sinking into the soft sheets of the bed, letting his eyes fall closed as he tried to block out the world for a second. He knew that if his skin wasn't so pale from the blood loss over the past few days his cheeks would be flushed red from the heat of oncoming tears.

"You, uh.. you're leaving me behind, right?"

He hated how thick his voice was, how clear it was that he was seconds away from crying. Prompto had been reminding himself this would happen, that the three would move on eventually and he'd be left alone again.

He knew it was inevitable. He would be a burden to these people; he'd hold back this impossibly strong warrior, the skilled and ever calculating advisor. The future King. These three were of a royal background. He was nothing compared to them, he knew that. But damn it, it still hurt.

Prompto was unexpectedly pulled out of his self loathing, taken by surprise as he was suddenly enveloped by warm -if a bit spindly- arms. Arms that pulled him close, and refused to let go. "Why would you say that!? We'd never leave you behind, Prom!"

Prompto shook his head. His mind, irrational due to self hate and tears, was telling him Noctis was lying. "B-but I'm not strong like Gladio or smart like Ignis! I don't have magic like you, I'm nothing compared to you guys! I'm just.. I'm normal without the daemon blood. I'll slow you down!"

Prompto could feel the heat that came with tears, eyes stinging as they spilt from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. He was surprised as he felt the same heat -the slightly sticky wetness of tears-on his shoulder. Noctis hugged him tighter, burying his face in Prompto's shirt and soaking the soft cotton with tears.

"Don't say that. You're.. you're you. That makes you perfect Prom. You're perfect"

Prompto sniffled at that, unable to force any words from his mouth. He was just glad that Noctis didn't pull away from the hug to look at him. He knew he was a mess; face red and blotchy; eyes puffy from crying; skin slightly clammy from a vomiting induced fever which was rapidly fading.