CHAPTER 4
Hating Oneself
Notes: No idea how many chapters this is gonna end up being. c:
LANCE
The cold stone floor of the cavern was comforting against the fire burning inside his body, and he let himself relax against it. His eyes found themselves closing, but then he felt hands grabbing him by his neck collar. He stared up at Matt as he removed his army jacket, revealing his red tee-shirt underneath, and tried not to grimace in pain as he was moved.
His couldn't help but yelp and grab hard on to Matt's sleeve when he touched his broken arm, and there was a following silence in the cave.
He slowly forced himself to relax and then released his friend's sleeve when the pain receded slightly.
"I'm sorry," Matt mumbled genuinely and shifted away. He seemed to be very nervous which was rather unusual for him. He always seemed to know what to say during situations like these, but suddenly, he couldn't think of anything.
"Uhh... What attacked you?" Nervous, because he didn't want to know the answer?
"Be...holder..." He gasped weakly.
"Okay. Natz, can you wait outside while I check him?" His voice seemed strained. It was really growing darker in the cave. He blinked, trying to focus.
Then Matt began to feel along his chest and sides and stomache, as though searching for injuries, but the moment his hand touched him, Lance felt the burning pain intensify beyond reason and he cried out in some kind of muffled scream before blacking out.
MATT
He hated himself.
Everything he did seemed to be causing his friend more pain, and it seemed the only way to help him involved him being in pain... But he couldn't stand it, and he was angry with himself for being able to do nothing about it.
He also hated that Lance had been attacked by a Beholder.. which meant...
"Okay. Natz, can you wait outside while I check him?" He looked over at her from where she stood a little ways away... looking guilty. He sighed. There was nothing he could do about that. He could take care of only one thing at a time.
When she was gone he began to feel along his friend's sides. He seemed to be having trouble breathing...
And then Lance screamed in pain, jolting violently around before he fell limp on the stone. He stared, heart thumping in his throat in disbelief.
What the hell did I do?
He tore off Lance's tee-shirt while he was unconscious and gulped a bit when he saw the dark bruising across his chest and sides and stomache... It didn't look human at all because it was so bruised. Feeling a bit sick, he did the best he could to wrap his friend's ribs, and his arm.
He then moved on to find the source of the blood running down Lance's leg.
Shit, he thought. This is gonna be a long night.
/ sorry this is such a short chapter. :x i find myself unable to write much when there's little action, and i must make some things vague because of the rating and stuff. anyway. thanks for reviews! :D has anyone ever imagined EBF as a video game for XBOX or something? i had a daydream...