Asylum [Dust X Horror] (Collab with me and BlueTechLunatic34)

Chapter 22

Recap

The doctor looked up, smiling.

"Ahh, did you enjoy the show boys? Hm? They were very fun to tear apart." He laughed sadistically.

Recap End

Dust was sobbing quietly, needing more than anything to have Horror, to heal him, to hold him, ANYTHING.

The doctor picked Horror up by the collar, and Red up by the arms, and he smiled. Either victim was too hurt to care, as he threw them backwards. They landed with a loud clutter.

"You'll be going to your cell now, Sci, Dust. You'll get to see your friends each, but I've secured measures, so that you can't heal them. I'm not having that." The doctor loudly stated.

Dust gave the tinest of broken nods, still sobbing quietly, the action barely perceptible through just how much he was shaking. He was terrified. Terrified for Red, for Sci, and for Horror.

<Timeskip to the children's cells cuz crying>

Dust was terribly shaken, his body trembling uncontrollaby, tears streaming down his face. He was barely able to speak, let alone think, too emotionally broken to even breathe properly.

He and Sci had been moved to a cell, and the doctor gave them special shots that blocked up their magic, before promising them their loves. Sci Sat in a corner, his face violently bare and stained with tears.

Dust curled in on himself weakly, just waiting for Horror, needing the other. He was broken. Shattered. He couldn't take much more, if anything.

He needed Horror.

After about five minutes, a tall looking monster walked in, carrying Horror and Red. It dropped them at the door. Sci, rushed over to Red, kissing his hurt lover. The two were both crying.

Dust rushed over to Horror immediately, trembling, whispering quiet, broken apologies as he pulled the other into a desperate hug, tears falling rapidly.

'This is my fault, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing that Horror probably hated him for causing this.

Horror couldn't move, because he was broken. However, he dud manage to talk.

"Its ok...*cough* ...I don't blame *intense coughing* you. I love you, you know?" Horror asked, starting to cough up blood.

Dust attempted to heal Horror out of instinct, but failed, only causing himself pain because of the shots.

"I love you t-too, Horror... I'm so sorry," he whispered, terrified beyond measures.

'This is my fault... Even if he doesn't blame me, he's hurt because of me... Because of me...'

Horror gave Dust a weak, gentle kiss on the cheek, doing his best to ignore his own pain. He couldn't bare seeing Dust this sad.

Dust blushed softly despite himself, despite the situation, giving a weak smile as he pressed a soft, careful kiss to Horror's mouth in return, pulling away shortly, hugging the other closer carefully, .

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, but he had calmed down slightly.

'I'm sorry...'

Horror lay comfortably in Dust's arms, whispering reassurance even when he could barely move. He loved Dust too much to care about his own well-being.

Dust only wished that he could heal the other. He wanted more than anything for Horror to be okay.

He was trying. He couldn't, but he was trying. He felt a stinging pain in his soul each time he tried, but he kept trying, even though it was fruitless, knowing that Horror was hurting far worse than he was..