~CHAPTER 4~

"Hold on just a moment, I want to wrap your abdomen before you lie down." I called matter-of-factly over my shoulder as I took long bounds to the bathroom, grabbed the roll of gauze, and practically ran back to the bed.
His face was getting paler and I could tell he was beginning to slump. I couldn't get my legs to move fast enough, I could have sworn I was running in place; close enough to see the sweat roll down his jaw line but just out of reach of helping him. What a hellish feeling, what a crappy place to be.
After what felt like hours, I reached him. I helped pull him up higher, still leaving him to stand on his own though. I unwrapped the gauze and gently pulled the still damp cloth from his stomach; the underside was a pitch black crimson. He cringed and shied away from the feeling, it looked painful and I felt so helpless despite what I was doing. As he moved, even the slightest, he began to slump and almost brought the both of us to the floor. I pulled at his hips, trying to get his feet to cooperate, but they weren't and I could tell he was slipping away; quickly now. Please, don't leave me Demyx. Please don't leave me here. Please don't go. . .