I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 55

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Friday, August 10th, 1923
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Anthony simply stood and watched, his foot tapping anxiously on the ground as he watched the red seep from Alastor's palm and down onto the grass. He got more and more restless the longer Alastor stayed in this state of his.
The blonde had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from speaking and held the jacket tightly around himself.

Much like the last time, everything was still and silent; even the fireflies had receded into hiding and the crickets ceasing their evening songs, leaving Anthony truly and utterly alone.

It was a good few minutes before Anthony jumped at the sound of his lover suddenly gasping, seeing that his hands were starting to tremble.

"A-Al...?"
Anthony softly called, taking a very small step toward Alastor and leaned forward and to the side; however, he took a step back as he watched the shadow melt out from under the man and slink its way up into the tree again.

"Alastor?"
He called a second time, assuming that he was finished... but why didn't he remove the knife yet? Why was he still bleeding?

Alastor's vision was blurry as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving away. He couldn't even hear Anthony as he called out to him, his loud pants for air and the remnants of static still filling his head.
Falling backward against the grass, much like the last time, Alastor held his hand to his chest, pulling the knife out and tossing it to the side with discomfort. His head was spinning now, his palm still bleeding profusely, showing no signs of stopping.

"Oh my God-!"
Anthony gasped as he ran towards Alastor. That was it. He didn't care if he was finished or not and he didn't care that he wasn't to step in. There was too much blood for him to ignore.
Letting the jacket fall from his shoulders, he knelt to his lover and cupped his cheeks.

"Alastor, amo, what happened?"
The blonde asked as he looked down at Alastor's hand.
"Shit... alright, this is fine."
He said, obviously trying to convince himself that that statement was true as well.
Anthony looked around them for a moment before shaking his head, gripping the sleeve of his own shirt and pulling as hard as he could; ripping it at the seam at the shoulder and then off of his arm. He then took Alastor's hand and started to wrap it. It would have to do as a temporary bandage until they could tend to it properly.

"It ain't that bad. We gotta go see Rosie. She's closer."
The Italian said as he tied the sleeve tightly.
"C'mon, Smiles. We gotta move."

Alastor winced only a little as he was pulled up by his lover. He couldn't even feel the specific pain of his palm since right now, his entire body was in pain. His eyes were heavy and bloodshot, not to mention the dark circles that now hung under his eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
"Anthony..."
Alastor breathed, reaching for his lover with his uninjured hand.

Rosie's sounded like a good idea if he was honest. It was most likely that she knew what to do.

Anthony was clearly more worried and frantic than the last time, swallowing that worry and fear as best as he could.
"Yeah, I'm here. Don't worry. We gotta get 'cha t' stand-"
He said as he leaned into Alastor's palm.
"It's alright."
He whispered, staying there for a moment to comfort both the brunette and himself. Pulling away afterward, he started to help his lover up.

Once he managed to get Alastor to his feet, Anthony grabbed the jacket and guided Alastor's arm to wrap over his shoulders.
"Alright, big guy. We got places t' be and people t' see. Whether she's gunna be happy t' see ya like this on her front step, I ain't sure... we'll have t' find out."