You can tell how disorganized I am! There I was in the last A/N shouting and raving about my new post 'Maybe' when I hadn't even posted it! But I definitely have now. Just go to my profile and scroll. It should be there at last. School. This is what it does to people. Love you all! Enjoy!
- Livvy x
It took about three hours (by Pewdie's personal judgement) to find a decent sized room. During that time, they met only one bro which they hid from efficiently, found five bottles of sanity potion, three bottles of laudanum and two keys, which were used and discarded.
Cry hadn't moved the whole time, and Pewds was worried. As he slowly placed his closest friend down in the centre of the bed, he still didn't react. Pewds brushed the dark hair from the American's eyes and gazed at him for a few seconds, worried by the paleness on what he could see of his face. What Stephano said next snapped something in the gamer.
"This is ridiculous! He's not going to die! This is a waste of time."
"You call looking after my closest friend a WASTE OF TIME?! You absolute piece of-" Pewdie was cut off by a punch to the nose. He felt hot blood fun down his lip. Instantly, Stephano looked shocked. Why had he done that?
"Pewdie, I-"
"Get out."
"But I-"
"Leave me alone." Stephano could see it was no use in arguing so he left and went into the room opposite, offering his apologies as he left. Mr. Chair and Piggeh shuffled awkwardly.
"What are you looking at?"
"Um... Pewdie, take this," Mr. Chair handed Pewdie a small bottle. Then he gave him another two bottles. "Give the laudanum to Cry, if he wakes up and seems strange, give him the sanity potion. Your nosebleed should heal up on its own soon, so don't waste any laudanum on yourself. We'll go and check up on Stephano."
"... Thank you." Mr. Chair nodded and left, pulling Piggeh behind him. Pewdie drank the small bottle of sanity potion, trying not to think of what it was and the fact that he needed it, even though he knew he was loosing his mind a bit due to his reactions to the people around him. He then administered the laudanum to Cry and sat on the bed, stroking his hair, waiting for the potion to work.
The whole situation got him thinking. What would he do if Cry died in battle? Or was seriously injured? He couldn't live with himself if something like that ever happened. It would be his fault. He was the only one in the group who would give his own life to save Cry's and he knew it.
He heard a small noise from the bed and looked down. How he wished he could see Cry's face just so he could see into his eyes and know whether he was okay.
"Pewds?"
"I'm here, Cry. How'd you feel?"
"Creature..."
"Yes you killed it, Cry, you saved me, thank you. I owe you my life."
"Not... important," Cry struggled to say. He coughed a bit and tried to sit up, but Pewdie gently pushed him back down. He needed to rest.
Pewdie laid down next to his American friend, as soon as he was on the bed, Cry nuzzled into him, sighing into his chest. Pewdiepie held his friend close.
"We'll get out of here. I promise, Cry. We will get out of here."
But Cry was already asleep.