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

Chapter 25

Recap

Dust gripped at his injured arm, trembling. Blood seeped through his fingers, dripping steadily to the ground below. He felt lightheaded, but he kept trying to fight, even though he was greatly diminished. For Horror.

Recap End

The monster slammed the door on Dust as it stormed away, dragging Red and Horror.

Dust whispered a protest, slumping to the ground, his eyes wide and full of pain.

"Come back !" he shouted weakly, banging his fist against the door. "COME BACK!.... come back..."

Horror's yells and fights of protest could be heard from behind the door, as he desperately called out to Dust. Everything seemed muffled.

Dust was sobbing as he begged for Horror, clawing against the door weakly, growing lightheaded because of continuous blood loss, his mind dull.

Only emptiness and the faded protests of Horror echoed through the room, giving it a slight eeriness. All was silent. All seemed dead, and only Dust remained in the room.

Dust shivered, sobbing shakily, lying slumped against the door, just pawing at it, still whispering protests, growing weaker as more blood left his body.

<Timeskip to an hour later, cause my heart burns>

Dust lay passed out, tears dried to his cheekbones, his trembling body slumped carelessly against the still-shut door.

A monster pushed open the door, looking to Dust and approaching.

Dust awoke with a small start, but he didn't acknowledge the monster much, barely looking at them, too mentally and physically drained.

The monster reached down and picked Dust up in annoyance, turning and taking him down a long hallway.

Dust didn't bother struggling, just slumping weakly, his eye sockets flickering shut.

The monster walked into a light room, too bright to make out. Dust was chained to a table, where the monster left him. It seemed like a surgical table.

Dust was pretty close to passing out again, his head spinning, blood still trickling from the wound on his arm.

A figure appeared from above, and they blocked out the light slightly. They had a scapel and bandages.

Dust glanced up at the figure, though he wasn't really able to focus, his head too much of a mess.

The figure then held up a needle, and within a moment, Dust felt a slight prick in his arm, and dizziness built up.

Dust murmured quietly in disagreement, but offered no further resistance, going mostly limp.

The figure then moved the scalpel to Dust's arm, cutting off useless parts of the wounded bone.

Dust shivered under the touch, but no noise escaped his mouth, his body trembling.

After the figure finished, they fiercely scrubbed the wound clean, and bandaged it.

A quiet whine left Dust's mouth, trembling more as he squeezed his sockets shut, trying to block out the pain and failing miserably.

The figure then studied the rest of Dust's body, checking for wounds and signs of magic.

Dust was shivering, still not protesting, though, his eye sockets dark.

The figure finished, and they rolled the table into a room, where Dust was latched into a hospital-looking bed. At least it was slightly comfy (besides the restraints).