Need Something?

“Hah–wait, really? Did I hear that right? Are you feelin’ okay, Stein?” A long pause, and then. “…Want me to go with you?”

     The taller sighs. He’s been stressed ever since the moon. He needs some down time. He’d hoped you wanted to come with, actually.

                             ❝ It’s too late now. I’ve seen it. Now we need                              to make sure you do not go into  shock. ❞

That was his immediate concern. Too much blood was lost. If enough was lost to make Stein go into    shock      then organs start shutting down. Kid is not equipped to handle that. There’s not exactly a hospital near by. He’d have to drag Stein’s body to one in the school.

                             ❝ What can I do to help you? ❞

Stein knows more about medicine than Kid does. Keeping Stein talking is his next priority. Honestly? Stein    neeeds     the support. Kid certainly wouldn’t want to be left alone were he in a state like this.

   “Too late now.. You’ve seen so many things.. You shouldn’t..        You shouldn’t have to see all those things.           Nobody should.”

     He shakily turns the screw, trying to focus his thoughts. If he can’t focus, he cannot help himself. He wouldn’t even be able to help you help him. This could go very badly very quickly. It’s already starting to.

         Stein continues his attempts anyway.

   “Focus... Ah.. I can’t stitch the other shoulder.. Too shaky.        I think.. I may actually require a hospital. I doubt you’re trained        in surgery.. Do I have.. Any other wounds..?”     That question was more for himself. 

The elemental’s wavelength was kinda panicked and spastic. It was normally spastic but never this much. Her brother was now sitting in a chair not far from her, swinging his legs over the side as he looked at his feet. Her smile turned to a look of worry when she looked over to her brother. At least there was no more smile. She looked down at her feet, a shadow covering her eyes. Who knew what she was thinking. 

     He adjusts his glasses and raises a brow. Such a sporatic wavelength, seemingly no cause. No magical cause which is good. Normally a witches curse leaves a mark somewhere on the soul. Easy to spot.

                  ❝ A figure…? Should I be concerned? Should I                   have someone keep an eye on you? ❞

That’s honestly unsettling. Stein wasn’t in the best state of mind…   That’s unsettling.     He shouldn’t be here alone. Maybe someone should come by…. Spirit? Spirit was good at keeping Stein together, next to Marie that is.

                      ❝ I’m here to check on you. I’m here because                       I give a damn about your well being… And I’m                       very much real.❞

     He could have sworn it was actually there. Something attacked him, he knows it.        Does he know it?      Does he know anything?

       The taller stumbles back towards the couch and falls onto it, his head immediately going into his hands. He’s dropped the suture kit and is now attempting to calm himself.

   Shaky hands make stitching sort of dangerous.

               He’s lost a lot of blood...

“Hey, hey,” she sits up with him and holds his shoulder lightly.

“It’s okay, it was just a nightmare, everything is okay,”

     He seems.. More or less relaxed. At least, relaxed as much as he usually is. He has issues with actually relaxing past a constantly-tense state of being.

❝ you’re human too stein— something that you tend to forget, ithink. ❞

perhaps it is because she is not used to having such conversations that involve such deep intimacy regarding emotions that she almost second guesses her words. but second guesses are not what she does. her thoughts are always true, and her words are always honest.

❝ we all have a little bit of darkness within us. some more than others. but it is the willingness to act or not act upon them that depicts just what sort of human we are to become. at least— that’s how i see it. certainly, i will look down upon your…unethical hobbies, however…maybe it is the years that i’ve known you but i’ve almost become numb to them. accept it as a part of your person. despite not necessarily caring about that aspect. ❞

     He knows he’s only human. He’s constantly reminding himself of that. In the back of his head he knows it. He has to remind himself otherwise he’ll go insane. He’d pace for hours muttering about emotions and why do they exist and why must he feel them?

     Stein seems to sink further into thought, slowly and shakily turning the screw. Just in case...

     Your monologue seems to strike a new line of thought in him though.

“ I don’t think you’ve ever quite understood to what extent my Madness goes.. Willingness is one thing. Energy, motivation, and control to do such things however.. Is not always something I possess. As much as I’d like to. I cannot dwell on those things, because it just makes it worse. Why can’t I control it? Shouldn’t I be able to? ”                       He scowls to himself.

        “ I do not have the control that you do.. You seem so calm and collected. Constantly. I envy you that. ”   His eyes narrow and look towards your soul.     “ Do you know how frustrating it is to sit day after day wondering? I have these hobbies because if I had nothing to do then I would  D E S T R O Y  myself, Azusa. If I cannot understand something... ”

Spirit glanced down at his tie, shrugging a bit as he looked back at Stein. “I’m glad you did it.” He said, sitting up straight again, bringing his cigarette, which had burned out, back up to his mouth to relight it.

“I always wanted to, but I’m shit with timing.” He commented, “And with you it’s kind of…I mean, with other people it’s very…if I screw things up with someone else, it won’t mean anything. But with you…” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It’s different.” He whispered. “I-I want to do it right with you.”

Spirit loosened his tie slightly, putting his cigarette out. Looking over at Stein, he hesitated for a moment, before leaning over, and kissing him again, his fingers gripping lightly at his lab coat in an attempt to tug him closer.

When he pulled away, Spirit bit his lip, a small grin on his face. “Sorry I–” He shrugged, “Didn’t realize I was going to enjoy that so much.”

     He can’t help but laugh at the phrase ‘screw up’. Around him,      that phrase is so old. Yet it makes him laugh, for whatever      reason.

     “Honestly? I understand that... But if you don’t try, you’ll never         know, right? I.. Suppose I’m making the first official move here.”

His cigarette at this point is probably just gone.       He was about to light a new one when you grabbed him for       another kiss. Which he’s alright with. Just surprised, is all. “Well then.” He laughs again after you pull away.

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