The word given to me this time is 'break' by GigiandMad, I know some of you are still waiting for your words to pop out and I'm trying my best to meet your requests! Meanwhile bear with me and check out my other stories. You can leave a word for me if you haven't!
His eyes twitched back and forth of the Patchwork Laboratory to his computer where the green words managed to turn red, continuously flashing across the screen at an insane speed.
He contemplated to smash the computer but he couldn't, he was slowly losing his inner battle with madness and he knew if he didn't get a grip on himself soon, he was going to lose it and hurt someone.
His hands ached to dissect something just for the pure joy of it and see their pretty insides. It took him all his remaining concentration to stay on his seat like he was a wheel-bounded person. He would not give in and embrace it for he may never be able to make it out alive.
He still had a lot to do and there was barely any time left.
When someone tapped his shoulders, he snapped back to reality and drew out his scalpel, making a quick swing such that his hand was a blur. His other hand cackled with electricity, ready to use Soul Menace at a moment's notice.
Marie stood there, one of her hands covering her cheek to stop the flow of the blood from the cut.
"Stein, its past midnight and you have yet to sleep. You ought to take a break." The blonde death scythe chided softly as he repositioned himself.
"I'll go to bed in a minute or two." Stein said quietly as he cleansed her wound, putting a plaster on it.
"It's alright but remember health comes first." Marie smiled ruefully as she proceeded to go to her room.
When the door closed with a click, he sighed and rubbed his temples, thanking the Death God for giving him something that he could hold on to if he was slipping into madness.