#araneaefel

    --;    A groan is rumbling up through his chest, carrying to his lips and vibrating the air to create sound before he is even conscious enough to realize that he's doing it. The only thing he immediately registers is the aching in his body. It feels like he's been hit by a truck. Everything hurts, and for a moment he wonders if it's the genetic disease that's wracking his body is what's caused it. But know, there is no way that's it's progressed this fast.

                          Eyes flutter open, cobalt hues assaulted by far too bright lights making his endeavour to look around and figure out where he is unsuccessful. The next he does is attempt to use his voice, the effort making his head throb and finding his throat dry and coarse. What was he even trying to say? Is he completely alone?

          ❝You need to stop making a habit                  of showing up in my room bleeding,                  Peter. now hold still ----- this might                  hurt.