The world was hazy as the Watchdog reentered it. His left side felt like pins and needles were being jammed into his skin and flesh to a point, despite part of his left arm feeling completely numb. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Immediately, he started groaning from the pain as it shook him awake. He tried to get up as he squinted at the light, but he agony knocked the wind out of his lungs, forcing him back down again. Blinking rapidly, his eyes started to adjust and allowed him to see his husband, waiting dutifully at the side of his bed while holding his right hand.
Alois scrunched his face as he too was forced awake by the Watchdog's movement as his head laid on the man's abdomen. The poor man had worn himself out emotionally while fussing over his beau. Ciel could see the redness the stained the area around his eyes as the menace sat up until he rubbed them. Alas, they produced tears anew once he looked over and saw his beloved watching him with tired, lidded eyes.
"Ciel!" excitedly called out the menace, leaning back down to kiss his husband's cheeks with a tearful smile. They dripped onto the Watchdog's cheeks while strands of blonde hair tickled his face.
"Well, good morning to you, too!" chuckled Ciel before coughing. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." insisted the menace. "What about you? You got hit by a bloody train! How are you feeling?"
"Well… I'm not dead, so there's that." From the look on Alois' face, Ciel felt as though he needed to lighten the mood with humour. To his surprise, however, the blonde's face remained rather grave. "From the look of you, I assume something bad happened..."
"Uh… Yeah..." there was massive amounts of hesitation, but Alois had to tell his spouse, seeing as though he hadn't seemed to notice. "Can… Can you feel your arm?"
"Not really. My bicep and shoulder, though… It hurts. It hurts a lot. What happened to it?"
"It… uh… it came off." The bluenette's eyes went wide the moment he said that, prompting Alois to place his hand on his good shoulder. "It's reattaching nicely, the doctors say. You're going to be fine." he insisted. It calmed him down a bit, but he was still stunned.
Chest heaving, the Watchdog moved his head so that he could look at his hand. With a furrowed brow, the man focused hard on moving his fingers despite the fact that he couldn't feel them in the slightest. His face scrunched and he grunted, but his fingers didn't budge. If anything, it hurt the muscles that he did have feeling in, causing him to give up and throw his head back down on the pillow. With his good arm, he reached up and covered his eyes. There was no way.
No matter what the Phantomhive might have gone through in the past, he had never completely lost a limb. It was a horrifying thought to most anyone, and Ciel was no different. No matter what he was told, he was going to doubt how smoothly it was going and worry about not being able to use his arm at all. It had only been mere moments after realising that his arm wasn't working and already, he felt helpless.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! You're gonna be alright!" Alois asserted, reaching up to caress his husband's face in hopes of calming him down. "You're okay. Sebastian agreed with them. You're going to heal up just fine and be right as rain in no time."
"Ooohhh… I think I'm going to be sick..." the bluenette groaned, his face pale. "Fuck..."
"It's okay. Be sick. It'll pass… Just… Just stay calm..."
"Did you stay calm?"
"Well, no. I behaved kind of badly… That doesn't mean I don't want you to be comfortable and in a little pain as possible..."
"Jim, can I tell you something?" questioned Ciel with a grimmace. Before the other man could answer, he guided him closer.
"Of course..."
Whispering to Alois, the Watchdog made a confession that was rare from him. "...I'm scared." he said, prompting the blonde to lean down and nuzzle his beau.
"It's going to be okay. I'll be here if you need me."
"I do..." Ciel stated, pulling his husband into a hug with his right arm. It was entirely for his own sake, as even he was comforted by acts of intimacy like this. He could still hold his beau with one arm, so that was a bit of a relief. Once he was even slightly at ease, however, another thought filled him with anxiety.
"Is my ring on my finger?" he asked, heart almost stopping at the thought. It was so drastic that the heart monitor picked up on it. "I can't feel it."
"No, it's in a box." the menace replied, pulling back to show Ciel the small box that sat on his bedside table. "It's in here."
"Can I have it? Just put it on my right hand." instructed the Watchdog. His spouse complied, taking the ring out of the box before gently placing it on his husband's finger. It was the right finger on the wrong hand- the right hand. "I need to make sure I still indicate that I'm taken." Ciel jested. But his brows raised when the blonde kissed it, a gesture that was usually performed by the bluenette himself.
"Or were you worried about losing it?"
"Well… There was that as well… I worry when other people touch my belongings… Especially important ones."
"People steal things. I don't blame you." Pausing, the blonde leaned down and pecked his husband's head again. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I was so worried..."
"I know, honey..."
"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"
"Just stay here for a bit..." stated the Watchdog. He was under a lot of stress at the moment, both mentally and physically. Even he was calmed by physical intimacy. Over time, he discovered that he quite likes holding hands and hugging as it tethered him to something that made him feel secure. It was for that reason that the man was a bit disappointed when Alois took his hand away, but was soon pleased when the menace tried to cram himself into the little space the bed could spare.
"I was planning on it." the blonde replied, grunting as he squeezed himself into the small gap between Ciel's body and the rail alongside the upper half of the bed for the sole purpose of preventing people from falling out. "You're going to be stuck with me for a while, I'm afraid. I don't want to leave you by yourself. Here, hold onto me."
Carefully, he maneuvered himself so that Ciel had quite a good grip on him and that they were both comfortable. Before laying down all the way, however, his face lingered as it hovered over his spouse's. Their noses lightly brushed against one another's while the blonde Phantomhive pondered as to whether or not Ciel was up to more than just a small peck. It hardly seemed like an appropriate time for it with the given situation but Ciel grew tired of his pondering. Tangling his fingers through blonde locks, the Watchdog gave Alois the nudge that he needed to proceed in locking lips with the other.
It was soft and it was sweet, but it was also sad. They were comforting each other without words although it was frustrating in some ways. Alois had to be careful not to forget about Ciel's injury, and Ciel was a tad miffed that he couldn't use both hands. This was going to be very difficult. Unfortunately, however, it was only the first day.
A/N: Short, but there it is. More on this later. We actually have a lot to talk about. We still have August and Blackwood, and subsequently, Daniel to discuss. Eventually.
In other news, I found out recently that this theatre I pass by every day on my way to and from school is supposedly haunted. Good to know. I wanna go inside just 'cause. Maybe play some infrasound on my phone to freak some people out.
Uh, let's see... What else?
I recently came to the conclusion that incubi and succubi might be able to tell a lot about a person's sexual practices just by watching them. Logan sure can. And he's the kind who is willing to discuss it whenever... Is not embarrassed by this sort of thing at all. Not very relevant, but, y'know. Somebody might find that "interesting."
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
