1Demmy fell asleep in the car. Zexion drove slowly, only catching one stop light. He kept the car quiet instead of blasting music, mindful of his passenger's condition. Why do I care so much, I mean it's not like I- His thoughts were interrupted by the light changing red. "SHIT!" He slammed on the brakes and swung the car into a small avenue, nearly missing it. He skidded to a halt across from his house, which was mansion-like in size. His parents had gone on an extended vacation to the U.K. and were due back next fall. Demmy finally awoke, and groggily opened his door. Zexion caught him just before he fell out and hit the pavement. "Come on, Dem. I'll get you some ice." He lied Demmy down on the dark purple couch, and got him some ice. Demmy was asleep when he returned, and, having broke out in a cold sweat, completely drenched. At least his fever broke. I best change his clothes- He blushed furiously at this thought. Why am I blushing? It's not like I Li- Demyx gasped in pain. He had hit his bruised arm on the table. Shit.
Zexion sighed. "Fine. You can take my bed." Zexion half-carried him upstairs. Clothes...Hypothermia...GODDAMNIT, ZEXION! STOP BEING SO GAY! He quickly found Demmy some clothes. A nice, long tee-shirt and a pair of over-sized sweats, both stolen from his dad's room.
"Dem," He said, "can you change shirts, please?"
"Hrrrph" was the only reply he received.
"...Okay then..." He quietly began to slip off Demyx's shirt.
"No..." he cried, "No, Dem, Goddamnit NO!!!!!" He stared at the scratches, the burns, the deep cuts, and, most importantly, the initials carved into Demmy's stomach.
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