Pale eyes move slowly across the ceiling, full of cheery blood that seeps down into he cracks of the bathroom floor. If he acted now there might be hope to heal his wounds, winding bandages back around his wrists where the pain still stung.
"Someone," he wheezed dryly, not a real attempt to talk; he was only testing his voice to see if he had the nerve to use his senses. Unfortunately he had locked his door, if there was any hope then he needed to get up.
There was an attempted rolling over, but as he did he noticed his hands numb and covered in red juice. No, it couldn't be blood, not that much already. The eyes shut.
"Roy?" Maes called, his eyes flashing with the flame of fear. "It's all going to be alright Roy, it's going to be alright. It's going to be alright," Maes kept repeating this, although he knew that it was more of a comfort to him.
He stomped straight into Roy's blood, and it splashed up his legs.
Roy felt strong arms lift him up, making him feel like he was floating away. What a beautiful thing it is to float away, how strong you can feel. Although he couldn't see or talk or hear a thing, he still felt the love that burned inside him grow.
"Roy, don't die... we need each other," Hughes sighed melancholically, holding the man closer to him and staining his jacket as if he had spilled red whine. To Maes, Roy's blood was sweeter that whine, he longed to save him completely from himself.
"M-m," a murmur came whispering from the dying man's lips, almost a cry for love and protection. And cry he did, but Maes would not tell him that he was weak. "Mae," he said again, but this time contracting his body and coughing up blood.
Maes lifted up Roy's shirt as he was barraged by comments of onlookers in the dorm hallway. Screams and shouts echoed, but there was no stopping and controlling the mob; the hospital seemed so far away.
"Roy... why would you do this?" Maes yelled feverishly, "You stabbed your chest, oh my god you're turning blue. Oh my god," tears sprung up in Maes's eyes, falling behind him as he madly dashed through the streets. "Oh my god."
"Maes" Roy contently completed the name, not able to feel anything more than the satisfaction of completing something. "Maes, I, Mae," Roy stumbled across the words in his mind, his thoughts swimming in and out of his brain.
The hospital door was flung open and Maes screamed out to the whole hospital that the one he loved was dying. No one seemed to know what to do, they didn't have enough blood for Roy. Of course Maes stepped in and showed them his bare arm, almost shoving it into the needle that took his blood away.
And then the sky sighed with water and the rain fell down, pattering on the window as Maes pushed his head into his hands. Dark rings encircled his eyes, and the glow that once warmed his eyes was dark. "It's going to be... alright."
This incident started a chain of events that could never stop, even after all was black and fading.
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