*Disclaimer- I don't own Kuroshitsuji*
Feel… the feels…
William POV
"W-Will…? Is that you?"
The voice me happy for a moment. I felt that moment where you hear the voice of someone you want to see, you need to say. Like your breath catches and you blush, but desperately hope you don't. I tried my best as I turned around, tried my best not to overly smile as I answered the voice.
"Hey, Gre- Mr. Sutcliff, I just came by to-" this time both my breath and voice catches, the words choking up in my throat. Grell somehow managed a bit of a laugh, but I watched as more of the blood dribbled over his lip, down his chin.
"W-Will…" He takes a hesitant step forwards, and for some reason the first thing I notice is that he is wearing a dark red dress shirt with dark black pants and socks. He looked rather nice, except for the fact that the shirt had been stained an even darker red from the blood coming from under it. As he stumbled towards me, his knees began to give it out, and in less than a second I found myself supporting him, holding him.
"Grell? What… what happened?" I knelt onto my knees, the carpet still soft under us. I placed him onto the floor, on his back, and brought up my hands to the wounds, pressing. I pressed onto the shirt, surprised to find some shards of glass there, protruding and slicing into my own hand. I frowned as I reached down to pull one gently out, and when I looked over his body for more wounds, I then noticed the sleeves that were rolled up, the gashes covering the pale skin on his arms, his wrist. I felt panic begin to overtake me.
"Will… you came… why? I thought… you wouldn't want to be around me." He manages a look of confusion, not at all filled with pain or worry. "You hate me…"
"Grell, no… why, Grell" I begin choking out the words, and I look back up at his face, into the bright yellowish green eyes that stayed fixed to my face.
"You hate me… he hates me, why…?" He stuttered, his voice starting to falter. Noticing this, I frowned and shook him.
"What? Why… we n-need to get you to a hospital… they can help you…" I put an arm under his arm, up under to support his back. Tucking my other arm behind his knees, I began to pull him up, and I heard him whimper in pain.
"D-don't…. just… go…" His eyes fluttered.
"We n-need to get to the hospital…" I cursed myself for sounding so weak, so hurt. I placed him back down, not wanting to move him, and I looked around the room. If only there was some way to get help.
"I'm going to-"
"Don't say it." I picked him up this time, standing shakily.
"W-William, I'm going-"
"I said stop it. Just…. just don't…" I headed into the hall, the walls a deep dark red. Red, red, red, everything red.
"Why… do you care? Why do you care… if I make it?" His eyes are now closed, the red lashes brushing against his cheek.
Yes, Will, why do you care? I decide to ignore the question as I walk out the front door, hoping someone nearby outside could help.
"Grell, hold on, you'll make it…"
"I won't…"
"You have to."
"Right, c-can't have me gone… still need someone to help with the paperwork…" He almost laughs, but it is choked off by gurgling sounds. I pause mid-step to look down at him.
"… Grell, I'm sorry, just hold on…"
"You don't care. Nobody ever cares." I frown at his words while I hear some people outside yell when they see us, and they start coming over to help. Grell's lashes stay lightly closed. "Nobody can help anyways… the hospital… can't help."
"They can help." They will. Because I can't lose you.
"W-why do you care?" His voice is a whisper as the people get neared. I could answer that in so many ways.
Because I...
I shake my head sadly. "Grell, just hold on."
