After a few days, Peter told Felix in secret that he'd be leaving for a few days. This wasn't an odd occurrence (especially considering the fact that Pan's life was shortening by the minute), but every time Peter left Neverland – hell, every time Peter left the camp, Felix was worried about him. He claimed to be untouchable, but Felix knew that wasn't true. Peter gets hurt, he gets bruised, and he gets cut. Felix knew this; he had been the cause of many of those infamous bruises that Peter woke up with stamped on to his neck. Peter didn't complain though.
The days passed slowly. They seemed to drag on and on for Felix, who found himself pacing in the day and crying at night far more often than he ever had before. After Peter confessed his love for Felix, they had grown closer. They hadn't…done anything per say, but at night, Felix would wrap his arms around Peter and feel as though he had a purpose. He would feel the gentle rising and falling of Peter's chest as he slept beside him; something no one else had probably ever heard. He would kiss the snowy cheeks of Peter as he tried to fall asleep and he would nibble on his ear lobes as the sun rose.
Felix hardly slept anymore; not without Peter. It was painful to close his eyes and wake up in the morning without his hand in Peter's; without his body pressed warmly against the back of the little demon he called home. It hurt to be without him.
The days turned into a week; and then weeks; and finally, one not so very special day, Felix walked into his tent that he and Peter had pitched specifically for them to share and found blood. So much blood. A trail of it made a stream from the entrance of the tent to the pile of blankets that he and Peter shared. On the blanket, he found Peter whose eyes were blinking awkwardly, staying closed for a bit longer each time they fluttered, and whose shirt was stained crimson.
Felix rushed over to his side and shook Peter, who had no response. "What happened?" Felix asked, his vision blurring as he looked down and saw Peter lifting his shirt. Felix caught the hint and carefully placed one arm under Peter. He lifted him up and propped him up against a small table before reaching down and pulling Peter's shirt over his head. Peter groaned, but Felix kept going.
The wound was deep. The blood leaked out of it like water from a faucet, pouring down on to the blankets and into Felix's hands. Felix pulled Peter over to him and laid him down in his lap, tears stinging his eyes. He blinked them back as his lip quivered and his hands shook, fighting so hard to be strong for Peter. "It's just a scratch," Peter said, faking a smile. Peter tried to laugh, but his expression quickly changed to a horrified one and he coughed up blood instead.
"What do I do?" Felix whispered urgently. When Peter didn't respond and instead allowed his eyes to flutter shut, Felix shook him angrily and yelled, "What do I do!?" Peter didn't respond, his eyes grew pale and his mouth hung open. His hands stopped shaking. His body grew limp. Felix's body fell into an immediate trench of emotion. He closed his eyes and put his head down on Peter's bare chest, finally letting the tears pool over and on to Peter. He cried out and lifted his head, looking at Peter's lifeless face. A tear of blood dripped from his lips, but other than that, there was no movement; just loss. Felix bent his neck and planted a firm, shaky kiss on to Peter's lips, holding it for a minute as he grasped Peter's hand, scratching his cold palm with his nails.
A pulse of life tore open Peter's chest and he took a desperate intake of breath before sitting up and gasping. He grasped at the wound which one took up the majority of his torso, but found only skin. It was then that he noticed Felix sitting beside him. Overtook by emotion, Peter let himself fall into Felix's arms and cry into his shoulder. Felix wrapped his arms around Peter and brought his hands to the other boy's naked shoulders, holding him against him. "I thought I lost you," Felix said, hiccupping as he cried, the sadness penetrating his voice with no filter.
"I thought I lost you," Peter mumbled into Felix's shirt, clawing at the material and shoving his nose further into the crook of Felix's neck. Peter tried to hide the tears that dripped from his eyes, but Felix felt them, and that only made him hold him closer.
