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It was…dark. Why couldn't he open his eyes? They refused to move. Why…? And voices were going through his head, faint, repeating and stumbling over each other, running through each other—
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"Give him another dose." A feminine voice. Sure…calm… Tired. "And take that thing off his mouth."
"But…" A timid voice. Another girl.
"No buts. He's a human being, not some kind of animal."
Hesitation, reluctance. Then he felt a small pair of hands brush against his face, and—
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They were warm. His hands. They felt nice against his skin. Calming, almost. He wanted to melt into that warmth, let it wrap around him like some sort of loving serpent… And there was a voice, concerned, talking to him. His vision was far too fuzzy around the edges for him to make out anything, but that voice was enough.
"Are you… You're like me, aren't you? Hey…"
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What was wrong with these pictures? They didn't match up… Why—
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And yelling.
There were flashes of color before him, floods of movement around him. And talking, but he could barely understand. It was jumbled up and bunched together, like static gibberish clawing at his ears. Anything…he'd give anything to make the noise stop.
Screaming now. He felt himself move, lunge forward and a savage snarl tore itself from his lips. It was eerie… Was that really him? That growl that reminded him of a feral dog or wolf, that animalistic sound? Then he felt more warmth on his mouth, his lips and face, and if he didn't know any better he would have admitted to seeing a splash—no, a wave—of red and pink flying everywhere…
And shrieking. Pained, horrible, more running…
"Barricade the door!"
"Oh my God—OH MY GOD!"
And then—
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"Hey."
A jolt. Someone was shaking him gently, calling his name. That same musical voice that he'd grown accustomed to over the days. Worry laced its tone. So close. "Hey, Zexion? You sick again?"
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Sick. The whole thing was sick, and yet he couldn't stop. The screaming continued, closer now, and… Was someone crying? It was a young man, crawling on the floor, away from him and towards the door. And he moved closer towards that pitiful, sobbing, pleading man.
"Please…p-please, someone help—"
But it was too late, because Zexion felt himself lunge once more.
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Dawn. No, a little later than that. The sun was poking out. It hurt his eyes…made them itch. He looked away from the window, lifting the blanket draped around his shoulders onto his head. There was a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, like some trapped animal was trying to claw its way out. It made his skin crawl, just thinking about it…
That same warm voice called his name softly and he answered with a raspy, "What?"
"It still burns?"
"…" He didn't answer, didn't want to think about it. Yes, his whole being was on fire and felt ready to explode, and his eyes were sore and his bones ached, and this man in front of him smelled really nice, really appetizing, and… But he didn't want to think about it. He managed to give a slight groan instead.
The voice—the man—gave a sigh. "I swear, you're high maintenance. We're gonna have to leave soon, too…"
"Demyx…" His throat hurt, making it painful to use his voice, but he ignored it.
He couldn't see, but he was sure his companion was staring down at him curiously. "What's wrong?"
"Why are you still with me?"
A pause here. A very long pause. Not once did he move the blanket from his head, not once did he look at the pained expression that he was sure was on his companion's face. Finally:
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"Because, I'm…"
"Zex." It was the small, soothing way that Demyx called his name that made him stop mid-sentence. Before he knew it, the blonde was kneeling down and lifting the blanket from his head, just slightly, staring at him with shocking blue green eyes. Comforting eyes. There was a slight smile on his face, charming. Everything about him was charming in its own way… His voice was quiet. "You need someone. I need someone. We've got each other. That's the main reason."
The main reason… But… "You're crazy."
A laugh.
"That's why you love me, right?"
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He had fleeting worries and questions that popped up in his head. That warmth, that man—Demyx— Where was he? Was he near? And why, with the heavy gnawing in his stomach, the loud grumble and the pain pervading throughout his entire body? Why did the pictures not match up in his mind?
Where was he?
And the thoughts stopped there before all went dull and silent once more.
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Rewritten: Jan. 4, 2012
Edited: Jan. 5, 2012