In your arms (Sebaciel Fanfic)

Safe with him

5 Hour Time Skip ( It's 4 o'clock in the night )

I need to get out of here. It was my only thought after i had woken up to find myself alone in the empty basement. I didn't know if the Undertaker was still here or if he would return later but that doesn't matter. I need to get the fuck out of here. I slowly, despite all the pain, crawled my way over to the steep iron stairs and tried standing up using them as support. "AH!" A small scream escaped my lips as i fell to the cold floor again, my legs weren't anywhere near strong enough to support me. I still need to try. So after a lot of sharps stings of pain i had set my first step on the stairs...only 11 more to go. At first it went pretty good, i made it to the 7th step, but i guess i became too confident, because soon enough my left knee gave out as i tried stepping onto the next one. I plummeted down, my back meeting to floor once again. The pain was so bad....it all hurt so much...but i will die down here, so i dragged myself back up. 'Come on Ciel, you can do this! You promised yourself...you promised them, you would never give up! Never, not as long as there is still a way to go on. You would always grab your change, even if just a thin as a spider's thread. You promised...' I mused myself on, mostly because i was scared that if i didn't, i would just fall back down...and never get up again. I may not be scared of death, but i have already lost enough to it, and i'm never going to lose myself. Not as long as i'm still willing to life on. As i basically pep talked my way up the iron stairs, the last bar came to contact with my greedy hands, signaling the end of this horrid climb.

"Y-yes!" I silently cheered as i made it up to the next floor. I let my tired body crash down onto the floor, but i cannot rest for long. I need to find help! But who can i go to? I do not know anyone on the ship except for Undertaker.....Sebastian! 'His room is on the same aisle as mine, it shouldn't take long to get there! I can make it, i will make it." I slowly and painfully pulled myself to the door, half crawling and half walking, and used all my leftover strength to push it open.

I fell with a hard thud, meeting the ground face first, but that didn't matter. I was only a few meters away from Sebby's room. I am going to life! Adrenaline coursed through my cut open veins as i made i final 'dash', my body soon thereafter colliding with the ground again, but i did it. "S-Seba...Sebastian..." I raised my weak hand and delivered such a soft knock to his door that i was worried he won't hear it, but i signed in relief and happiness when i heard the ruffling of bedsheets and hurried footsteps. 'I'm safe' I felt unconsciousness slowly overtake my body, but i let it. I am safe with him...

Sebastians POV:

I have been awake for hours, well probably just half an hour, but it feels like i haven't slept at all. It's just that stupid feeling again, but this time it's so strong it keeps on making me tense and nervous, which is why i cannot get back to sleep. So, i'm currently sitting on my bed, blanket to keep me warm and a good book to keep me entertained, when i hear a soft tud on my door. At first i thought i was my imagination, but then i hear someone breathing heavily, so i hurriedly stand up and make my way to the door. I slowly open it, but nobody's there. I scan the hallway for people, but non are there either. I raise my eyebrow in question and am about to close the door again when i look down..........."CIEL!"

There he lays, right before my feet, blood spattered all around and behind him. I nearly gag at how he looks. Blood, cuts, bruises and sweat all over his frail, damaged body. I quickly howl him up into my arms, the flowing blood immidatally shoking my white nightshirt, and place him down on my bed, not at all concerned with the bloodstains we'll leave behind. Since i kinda know how to first aid wounds i hastily grabbed one of the service towels and shoked it with water to clean Ciel's wounds. I quickly contemplate that he is unconscious, which in a way is better for now, i wouldn't want him to panic and worsen his injuries. I take the water drenched fabric and gently place it on a deep stab wound on Ciel's right shoulder. The water mingles with the running blood, but after a while the bleeding stops and i am able to clean off the small dirt pieces inside the cut open flesh. Next i tend to a big red mess on his lower back, ached a bit to the left side. As i swap the dried up crimson away a image reveals itself, carved deeply into Ciel's soft, delicate skin...disgusting. What kind of fucking psycho would do this to my little kitten?! After i had stopped most of the bleeding and cleaned the worst wounds, i quickly dial 911 and ask for a ambulance helicopter to come pick us up, the reply being a hasty instruction on what to do when the police get here. For now there is not much else i can do, so i make both me and Ciel as comfortable as possible. I avoid laying him down on his injuries...well the deeper ones anyway...and constantly check him for fever or infections. It is one thing to have someone die from bloodloss, but then there is also the danger of bacteria entering the already damaged body. I quickly think of some other preparations i can make before the ambulance arrives, so I cancel my photoshoot for tomorrow and make a quick trip to the crew to inform them of the circumstances, but for now i'm stuck here. Yet i do not really mind. I am honoured to be looking over Ciel, but that does raise some questions. Why didn't he go to his boyfriend after he was wounded? You would think that is the first logical response when you seek help, but no. He went to me. Who even is his boyfriend? I shall have to ask him when he wakes up....if he wakes up. The tough of Ciel dying send a shiver up my spine. "No, you will be alright my little kitten. I promise, i'll always protect you. From now on, no one will ever lay a finger on you again." I whisper, even though he cannot hear me, and i continue to softly stroke his hair. I feel guilty...if i had not been so stupid as to not listen to my instinct this would have perhaps never happened. Who ever did this to my little precious one will pay dearly. I will make sure of that. I look up when i hear the sound of an helicopter coming closer, and i wrap Ciel in a few warm blankets before i carry him to the deck as was instructed to me by the police station. I keep him close to my chest to protect him from the icy wind....this morning we met here, and now my sweet kitten is on the brink of death...funny how things can change so fast. As the helicopter is getting ready to leave Ciel is taken away from me, my arms feeling empty without his delicate body in them to protect, and i am appointed to a sit in the front. The flight back to the mainland took about 15 minutes, and we landed in Edinburg. Ciel and i were immediately taken to the hospital by ambulance, and they operated on him all night. I was seated just outside the operating room, carefully listening to what was happening inside, but eventually i was soothed, by the strangely comforting sound of Ciel's heart monitor, into a restless sleep.