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Over. Everything was finally over. This fact often re-established itself in Sora's head whenever he drifted back into consciousness.
The Thirteen Darknesses no longer existed in this world, but neither did the Seven Lights. The Keyblades were gone, their magic was gone. There was no chance of the X-blade being forged ever again.
He figured that was, overall, a good thing. Nothing could threaten the worlds again. But at the same time, Sora remembered with a pang, lying down on a hospital bed with bandages tight across his chest, that also meant Kairi wasn't around anymore, and he couldn't see Donald and Goofy again.
A hand reached over to run through his hair, fingers skirting over the bruises before lightly resting on his forehead. "You need more painkillers?" Riku asked, leaning over as much as he could in his wheelchair to peer at Sora's face.
Sora shook his head imperceptibly. "I'm good," he said, licking his dry lips. "'sides, it's not like you're that much better off," he added, nodding towards the casts on Riku's legs and the sling his left arm was in.
"Still better than you," Riku replied, his hand moving to gently cup Sora's cheek. "Wish we had Curaga again. Or that I brought one more potion along with me."
Sora snorted. "I don't think potions work anymore either. But hey," he brought his own hand up to clasp Riku's and kissed the inside of his wrist, "get some sleep."
"… Okay," Riku murmured. He wheeled closer and let his head rest on the edge of Sora's bed.