"she was the type of person who'd explain how she was going to stab you in the front before she actually shoved the knife in... and you'd let her.
she'd probably even pass the knife to you so you can shove it in your own chest...and you would."
tom...
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t h e w o r l d came back into fuzzy focus. All Tom felt was pain—every inch of his body burned as if a fire had scorched through his bones. Even the clothes sitting upon his skin felt as if they would melt right through him. His body had betrayed him.
He had blacked out throughout the process, his mind trying to force him to give up. Malfoy had been a smart foresight. He had done his job, ensuring Tom continued even when he had begged to stop.
Both of them had been sick. Malfoy was green, Tom could tell he was holding back throwing up again. Tom didn't even have the energy to try, there was nothing left in him but bile anyway.
"Abraxas," Tom croaked. He had meant to speak a full sentence, but his throat was raw from screaming. His tongue was a rock in his mouth.
Malfoy was quick to compose himself as he cautiously approached Tom once again.
"Yes, My Lord?" Malfoy whispered as if after so much noise, there wasn't room for more.
Tom tried to move his body, to at least attempt to crawl towards the water, but his entire existence was against him.
"Water," Tom wheezed.
Tom wasn't sure that Malfoy could even hear him over the roaring silence around them. Luckily, it seemed Malfoy was more competent than any of his other followers. Without having to ask again Malfoy grabbed a loose stone from the ground and transfigured it into a cup. He performed the aguamenti spell, and tentatively held out the cup for Tom to take.
Tom tried to bring the cup to his lips, but he couldn't seem to bring his arm up that far. He reached out only to tip the cup onto the ground. He let out a hiss of annoyance, but Malfoy only performed the spell again. This time bringing the cup directly to Tom's lips.
The cool slide of water down his throat was heavenly. He could feel its descent down his fevered body until it sloshed into his unsettled stomach.
Tom fell unconscious before he could even pull away from the rim of the cup.
***
When Tom awoke again, he was freezing. His shaking bones hitting the stone floor had awoken him. He was surprised to find that a pillow had been placed over his head. A blanket draped over him. His body felt hollow. The emptiness welcoming the cold into his blood.
Tom strained his head to look where he was. He had been dragged out of the place where his body had been broken. Now he was near the bottom of the great statue of Salazar Slytherin, still inside the Chamber of Secrets. Malfoy was standing with his back to him. Tom could just make out how Malfoy was anxiously flipping his wand around as if waiting for something to come attack the two of them.
