Devil's Night

Discovery

Chris POV

I couldn't bear this anymore! Though Ricky was sitting next to me, petting my head and trying to sooth me, it wasn't enough to make horrible pain subside. I did my best to take deep breaths, in and out but my breathing was just hitched and shallow. Every single ounce of oxygen that entered my beaten and bruised vessel, I had to fight for with a nearly impossible effort. Even if I did somehow got myself to breathe for even a second, It was an agonising experience to go through.

I layed on the cold white ground for hours on end, tightly holding my midsection in a desperate attempt to make this all stop. My heart was pounding in my chest and my body throbbing with the beats in perfect sync. It was a feeling as if I was experiencing the worst hangover but also adding more discomfort from the hunger and getting my ass kicked. The most saddening part of this ordeal is that death seemed like the only way to feel relief again but wwe already knew where that would get us with Rem.

Ricky stayed by my side the entire time keeping me in good company. He'd stroke my matted and tangled hair in a soothing motherly way as if I was a child again coming home from a hard day at school. When I eventually fell asleep, after my long coma like slumber, Ricky was still there next to me. Days passed before I could finally get myself to sit up against the wall again.

Due to the extreme temperature of the room as if we were trapped in a meat locker and I would remain curled up trying to keep warm. I looked up at Ricky for a moment in doubt of our survival, I knew that our bodies could give up any day now. We stared back at each other but Ricky didn't seem concerned with that. He just wanted me to heal. 

He straighten his back into proper posture and pulled his shirt up over his head. When his arms we up I observed the change closely. Every rib was visible and it seemed that he didn't have any fat to pinch anywhere. I could guess that he was less than a hundred pounds and every aspect of his frame was disturbingly defined. It was as if I was just looking at skin and bone, a shadow of someone who's now just an empty shell. When He fully took the pajama like shirt off, he shivered a bit as the icy air touched him. Fixing his long hair after, he handed it to me.

"Here you could use this." he held it out, hoping I would take his offer.

I held my hand up, protesting his offer, I tried to refuse but he insisted I take it. Though he could tell how cold I was in here, he looked as if he needed it way more than I did. But not wanting to be mean, I graciously accepted it and put in on, whimpering and groaning from the ache as I moved. As he turned around to get himself to the wall, I could see this back looking somewhat okay. Though there is no doubt that it was going to need serious work if we ever get out of here, It was beginning to heal over, not looking as gersome and raw as it once did.

"Come here so I can see." I called Ricky over in a slightly demanding but worried tone.

He obliged and scooted over. I reached my hand over, placing the back of my hand lightly on his shoulder. He reacted to my touch, flinching a bit but I couldn't tell if it was out of pain or surprise.

"You okay?" I pulled away quick.

He didn't say anything but gave a nod while holding my other hand that rested on my lap.

I gave Ricky a moment, questioning myself but I then placed my hand on the small of his back where some of the largest gashes were. Holding it there, I could feel his weak heartbeat, his hitched breathing and the disks of his spine. His back was hard and bony. I let go of his loving hold of my other hand and put it at the base of his neck. When I ran my hand down his side as I held him still, I wanted to cry at his shaking. There was nothing left of this man and we both knew that he was on his way out. I couldn't bear this anymore!