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It had been over twenty-four hours since Grell fell into a coma. Twenty-five hours in counting, William thought as he looked at his pocket-watch. He had been with the red reaper for a majority of the time, having fall asleep at his bedside, and had awoke about three hours ago. In that time he had finished his paperwork for the day, eaten breakfast, and helped Gregory undo Grell's bandages, clean out the burns, and re-swathe his damaged face and chest. Every now and then one of the other reapers would come in to check up on the Warden, until he was well Eric was replacing him. Ronald came in to try and get William to laugh, sometimes even insisting he go home to rest and eat. Even go as far as saying that Grell would've wanted him to just move on with his life under these circumstances. William promptly threatened to demote him if he didn't leave.
Later in the day Alan brought in a tray of tea and cookies. With a soft smile he sat down besides Grell's makeshift nightstand, placed the tray on it, and poured a cup for William and himself.
"How is he?" Alan asked.
"If this were a beauty nap he'd be Helen of Troy," William replied coldly, fingers entwined with Grell's. Alan shifted somewhat in his chair, he'd never seen Spears-senpai act like this. William took a sip of the tea, unwilling to swirl a cookie in it like Alan was because it would require letting go of Grell's hand. As the younger reaper watched the two he unconsciously wondered if William was feeling what he and Eric had all these years. Never expressed but always there, never mentioned but it always lingered on like an intriguing conversation. He made an uncomfortable noise in his throat, it just seemed so illogical.
William and Grell were nothing alike. William was an avid bookworm, stern leader, teacher, and consistently followed the rules. One wouldn't be surprised to walk into his home and find only neutral colors gracing the walls, furniture, and carpets of his home. Alan had been at his house once, it was quite plain, yet simple and fairly elegant. William didn't like living too lavishly, he found such frivolities distracting. He was perhaps the richest reaper in their transferred Division yet he had a wardrobe of several identical suits-one for each day of the week! He was completely monotonous. Grell on the other hand was his opposite.
Grell was vibrant and exciting, his emotional levels were almost bi-polar even! No one would be able to tell if he was in a good mood or bad mood due to his emotions prompt fluctuations. He also had a rather colorful taste in make-up, hygiene, and clothing. Some days he'd walk in with his red allure glorified by shining shades of white, black, and an array of reds. His green eyes stood out even deeper when outlined by black and light red. His lips would be coated in a lovely shade of deep red-always red! And even when he came clad in dresses no one seemed to mind like William did. They found it entertaining while William did not.
With a sigh Alan stood, leaving the tea and cookies behind. It was best that William get something to eat and drink. Even if William did have a profound liking to Grell it'd never succeed, he was far too proud to steep to such 'carnal' levels.
Later that evening the red reaper's condition hit chaotic levels. His heart stopped, his breathing stopped, and he fell into violent spasms that almost broke the bed. Gregory, Eric, and William had to hold him down while he was sedated but when they pulled away to assess their work they found that Grell's skin was cracked in all sorts of places with only black in the crack's depths. He had no fluids left in him! Quickly Gregory fetched a syringe and began injecting water directly into his blood stream-William almost felt the need to pray, as did everyone else in the Catacombs.
The violent tremors kept repeating themselves that night.
Grell was in a place surrounded by darkness, the only spots that were not utter blackness were bits and pieces of fragmented silver. In their wake Grell could see his long red hair flutter past, his chartreuse eyes, his pale skin...His features were all exemplified and heightened to an unbelievably beautiful level in the mirrors surrounding him. He made a small noise in his throat-a coo, a hum-it echoed. He was suspended in this darkness as if he was were floating in water, his small form naked and covered in some viscus fluid. He was unable to move however...It was then he heard a voice calling to him. It was cool, collect, and was unable to waver in tone. William! He smiled softly against the stiffness of his muscles. William was calling to him.
Other voices joined in; Ronald, Eric, Alan! They were surrounding him in the immense, black tranquility of the womb he was in? Yes, this was womb. He was so warm and cozy, in a tight spot where light was scarcely touching him. He did even notice his body had none of his features, he was like a mannquin almost. Then a chill caressed his spine-ever-so delicately! He purred as a strong hand-decorated with long, black fingernails caressed his shoulder and gently turned him over onto his back. It was obviously Undertaker, but he was unable to see him, his sensory abilities were heightened as the morticians hands ran over his body. He sculpted his clay body, twined his nerves just under the skin. Oh it was orgiastic! He whimpered softly as he felt something enter him through his chest, a needle! It was sharp, he gasped! Undertaker's nails were digging in through his chest down into his insides! He screamed, suddenly the light of the mirrors surrounded him!
Ahhhh!
"Grell!" a trio of voices cried as the red reaper shot up, a thin layer of skin clinging to him like a dead leaves to the ground. A large syring was in his chest, he grasped it and pulled it out, staring at the shinigami with wide eyes.