In what felt like a mere brush of a minute later he was coming back to consciousness.
A door slammed and he jolted awake, he distinguished the feel of a comfortable couch beneath him. He was looking up at a boarded up roof.

"How long was I out?" he asked the unattractive paneling, not knowing if there was anyone to give him an answer.

"About one or two minutes."

He turned, looking around the bashed up little room he was in. The one in black was there and leaning a small chair against the opposite wall. Roxas could feel the dull thud of his pulse pumping through his head. "T-thanks." he mumbled.

"Yeah..." the blonde man didn't look at him, keeping a pair of startlingly bright blue eyes fixated on the task of avoiding him.
Well, not only was this guy a blonde like him but he had cliché blue eyes to match his as well... wait...

"C-Cloud?" he guessed.

Their ocean hues meet. "You know my-ah... Roxas?"

"Yeah."

Roxas paused awkwardly when his stomach cried out.

"When's the last time you took a bite to eat?"

"Around... 35 hours ago." He said, trying to be exact.

"Leon will be back with food… are you trying to starve yourself out there?" Cloud asked, sliding off his chair.

"I've just been busy." he defended.

"Too busy to eat?" Cloud curved an eyebrow at him.

"Kind of, actually." he used his arms to push himself up, though his head swirled angrily with pain, forcing him back down. "Hngrhh... god..."

"Careful there..." he was warned, the man coming to sit on the armrest at his feet. "What's wrong? Neck injury? Head problems?"

"My head is damn near killing me... some very intense headache."

"Could be due to the lack of food. Anything else you've been neglecting? Water?"

"What are you, a doctor?"

Cloud slumped down a little in the couch cushions. "Lets just say I'm... experienced with injuries..."

"…I haven't slept in a while..."

"How long have you been 'forgetting' sleep as well?"

"Didn't sleep last night... or the one before I think... nothing during the day ether."

"Jeez, you ARE just asking to be killed."

Roxas huffed. "Tch. Like you care."

"I care that some kid, so fatigued on food, water and sleep was still able to knock the sword right from my hands." the lightest of smiles pulled at his lips as he tilted his hand to the thick weapon that was leaned against the wall next to the creaky old chair.

A rusty handle rattled, and Leon swung in through the door, stopping Roxas in mid-sentence. "I have food for the prisoner." Leon joked, setting two rustling bags of food on the ground. "Ah you're awake, you gave us a bit of a scare there." He switched to a concerned glare. "Figured out what's up with him?"

"Just skipping the essentials, chuck some food here, he's pretty weak."

Roxas took note on how they talked as if he wasn't in the room. "Hey, I'm not weak... just... sore."

After munching down three Nutella sandwiches and four bananas swirled down with a glass of milk the boy was shrugging nicely down into the sofa. He rested his head onto the armrest and felt content with the food inside him and ready to catch up on the much needed sleep.

He barely noticed the cold blanket being swept over him, and he fell asleep as the soft cover warmed around him.