Abel felt soft lips press ageist his. His eyes closed in deep contentment. Sadly it was broken almost as fast as it had been give. He kept his eyes closed as hands cupped his face and a voice rand out. " Is something wrong?", it asked with a strong yet soft voice. Slowly Abel opened his eyes to meet Emerald green.
Suddenly a knock from the door tore Abel from his loving dream. Before he even got a chance to see the face of the sweet man from his dream. He tossed the blankets, that were on his upper torso, onto the bad as he set up. "Come in!", came his voice in a high pitched, surprised squeak. The door knob began to turn and there was a small click. Then the door opened, only to revile a very pale William Walter Wordsworth.
"Abel I'm sorry to wake you this early, but an experiment went wrong and...", He just stopped as his pules took up most of his eyes. His cheeks also puffed out like he was about to vomit. When he opened his mouth red ran down his mouth, base of his chin, Adams apple, and under his collar.
"William! Dear Lord whats wrong with you!?", yelled Abel jumping from his bed and running over to the bleeding professor. By the time Abel had reached him, was he on the floor. A small puddle or blood under his face.