You're warm, too…
Is he… ? Nezumi's fallen asleep on me. And look at me with my arms around him! But I don't want to wake him. It's not uncomfortable, and I know mom won't disturb us, but still, how embarrassing…
Well, I guess I've probably got more to worry about than embarrassment, helping a VC like this. But then, what could he have done? Okay alright, he's pretty amazingly strong and agile for someone my age… he'd be capable of harming someone… but he's not a bad person. It doesn't feel right. He's just a kid, like me. And he was shot, for goodness' sake! At least something had to be done about that. He could have died.
He's so small and slender… I couldn't just let him die. Especially not after I saw those eyes with the dark and light greys blending together— even silver when they caught the light just right. And even their shape… I've never seen eyes like that before. Never, not even in our special advanced biology lecture on genotype and phenotype expression, in which iris pigmentation was one of the leading examples. Geez, I almost messed up and forgot how to stitch a wound properly when I got caught up in that bad poetry in my head. His name shouldn't be "Nezumi." That's a different grey. A dirty, ratty grey. A dull grey. But… the sky at the crack of dawn? What was I thinking?
He's still boiling up. Wish he'd taken those antibiotics… But he's alive. His breaths are steady… and they're warm on my face… feels nice…
Living people are warm.
I… like his warmth.