Authour's Note: I am sooooooo sorry this took forever…literally. It's almost a year, really. Sadly, this is another short chapter—only one scene in fact…I'm really really really sorry…please don't hate me.
Disclaimer: KKM is still not mine, contains soft boy to boy love.
Acceptance and Denial
Chapter 3
It was during the night when Wolfram's consciousness was stable. "I'm alive."
The boy next to him cuddled closer. He didn't notice Yuuri when he awoke. It felt different, really, the boy never got this close to him before. Not that he remembered, not intentionally. His heart warmed for a while before he stirred to flex neglected muscles.
Yuuri sat up alarmed. "Wolfram! Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"A glass of water would be nice," he smiled, pulling himself to a sitting position.
Yuuri jumped off the bed, and hurriedly went to the pitcher at the bedside table. He poured into a glass, almost spilling it in the process. He quickly handed it to Wolfram.
The blonde wanted to laugh, if his body already permitted it. "You don't have to be all flustered about a glass of water."
"Are you feeling fine?"
"Yes."
"Do you hurt anywhere?"
"Just numb from lying in bed."
"Do you feel any sort of dizziness or nausea?"
"What are you, a checklist? I said I'm fine."
Yuuri leaned close and placed his hands against Wolfram's forehead, and analyzed the temperature—at least, that's how he looked like, Wolfram thought.
The double black boy reached for Wolfram's wrist and pressed his fingers to the pulse points and counted. Wolfram looked at wrists and noticed a shadow. He assumed those were from the shackles.
With both hands on either side of Wolfram's neck, Yuuri looked straight into the blonde's eyes, but was too dark to notice any difference in them.
Wolfram snapped his fingers and the candles lit. "You could have asked."
Yuuri smiled, "You're fine."
"That was what I told you."
The king sighed heavily and set beside the blonde, the bed sagging beneath his weight. He contemplated for a while what he would say. He has thought about this; his dilemma about his feelings still came as a predicament. But he was sure of one thing. "You scared me." He looked up the blonde. "When I opened the gates, I thought I was too late. I thought I lost you."
"It's ok, Yuuri."
"How could you act as if nothing happened?" He frowned. "You've been sleeping for days!"
"I'm sorry I got you worried." Wolfram looked back at the king, and wanted to ease the creases between Yuuri's brows.
"Don't apologize!" Yuuri demanded. He got off the bed and walked a few steps away. He took a deep breathe to help calm down his nerves. The urge to punish was at the tip of his nerves. "You didn't do this to yourself." He simply said, walking back in front of the blonde.
Wolfram raised one unsteady hand to the other boy's face. He smiled for reassurance, "I'm fine, Yuuri."
The king suddenly hugged Wolfram; the glass of water fell to the floor. The blonde felt Yuuri tremble, but his grip was firm. "So who is the real wimp again?"
The king chuckled, and tucked his face at the crook of the blonde's neck.