Damaged: a Andreil Story

heartache

It was dark. And warm. An odd sensation. The warmth that cradled his body was comfortable. Calming him as he sighed into the darkness. The slight wind felt like a breeze against his bare skin. He felt nothing. It was as if someone had turned him into nothingness. He opened his dry eyes and looked around. Darkness. All he could see was darkness. The warmth around his body felt so good, he just stayed there, silently enjoying it as he closed his eyes again and breathed heavily though his nose. It felt so good, to feel nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes after a while, blue eyes looking around once again, to try and find something else than darkness. It felt weird. Out of place. He scratched his left arm and tilted his head, making his neck pop. The warmth hot stronger, making him hum and sit down. He felt something cold under his fingers, and looked down. A roof?

He lifted his stare and looked around. He was at the Fox Tower's roof? That's odd. He felt shivers run down his back as the intense warmth got stronger, making him lay down. The darkness surrounded him once more, his vision going blurry. It almost was pleasant. He hummed again, letting the odd sensation of darkness and warmth surround him.
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Andrew woke up and coughed hard into his hand. He sat up and realized what position he was in. During sleep, he had cradled Neil, his limp body now laying ontop of him, his pale cheek pressed against his abdomen. Andrew shook slightly as he sat up, making Neil roll off him. Andrew grabbed a hard grip onto the alarmclock and stared at the time. 11.46 am. "Fuck! Oh god" yelled Andrew as he again took a hold on Neil's limp body, looking him up and down.

Neil's usual pale skin was even paler, his cheek hollow and auburn hair messy and sticking to his forehead of sweat. Neil was completely limp, and his body temperature was high. Andrew shook with anxiety as he grabbed Neil's phone and shakily entered the emergency number. Everything was just a blur as he answered the questions asked. Andrew held Neil's head close to his chest, feeling the heat radiate from the striker's body, as he cried.
Please... be okay..
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His body was so, so hot. Everything was just hot. He whimpered in pain as his body cramped up due to the heat, his bare skin burning like a piece of steak on a bbq. He screamed in agony as his body moved out of pain, blisters showing up on his skin as he cried. He screamed. Screamed bloody fucking murder. The darkness around him suffocating him as his body cramped up in pain. The pleasure of the heat growing as the pain followed. It felt as if someone were kissing his scarred skin, as well as burning it harshly.

His cries for mercy only deepened, he wanted the pain to stop. His hair sticking to his forehead as he cried heavily, his coughs from a sore throat following soon after. He just wanted his suffering to end.
He saw something in the middle of the darkness around him. Some sort of light. It was just out of reach, but he lifted his burning hand up and stretched towards it, crying as he reached for it.

Stop it
Stop it
Stop it
Stop it
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Andrew sat silently as the paramedics worked on Neil in his room. The blonde goalkeeper looked like a mess, his hair messy, his hazel eyes red and puffy. His lips were chapped and bleeding from him biting them out of anxiety. It's been twenty minutes, and the paramedics haven't said shit to him. He called Wymack as soon as he had hung up on 911. Andrew stared out the window as he anxiously bit his lip and shook lightly.

Andrew didn't even notice someone were trying to get in contact with him before someone touched his shoulder, maning him flinch. He looked back to see Wymack's worried expression. "Andrew... have you heard anything?" The coach asked him, and the blonde responded with a light shake on his head. As if on que, one of the paramedics came out of Neil's room, sighing.

"Is he okay? Is he gonna be okay? He's not dead? Is he dead?" screamed Andrew towards the poor paramedic, and the redhaired woman smiled slightly before answering the worried blonde. "He's stable for now. He's awake but not... present. You can go in to him and talk, if me and my colleagues are correct, he's just dazed and running down with a bad flu ontop of it. He also had a high amount if a certain type of drug that makes you feel really hot and sleepy. He's going to be okay"

Wymack sighed out, relief clearly showed on his face as he rubbed his face. "God, Josten needs to stop doing this, my heart can't take it" he mumbled as he walked to Neil's room to talk. Andrew sat there for a minute in complete silence as he processed everything. "He's going to come back, right?" asked Andrew as he looked at the redheaded paramedic. She nodded and slowly smiled. "I'm sure he'll come back in no time, he is very lucky to have you"

Andrew furrowed his brows as he stared at the door.

"He is lucky to have you"