sugar, we're goin' down

———— ‘’FUCK that!’’ He managed to get out of the infirmary, but didn’t managed to make even five steps without falling and grabbing the cupboard for support. His throat tightened, the tears slipping out his eyes. Shit, shit, shit. Not here…nobody could see- he started falling to the ground, the infirmary room turning into a prison cell. They started to mix, and he couldn’t tell which was real and which wasn’t. The screaming had begun.

A frown formed, and Damien became unsure of what he was witnessing. Was he having a fit of some kind? He ran after him, completely shock of what was happening. He wasn’t used to this. The only thing he could rationialise it as being similar to is when he had one of his nightmares about high school. The glass stabbing him, the laughter that followed. He quickly shoved his own thoughts away, running over to him, wanting to be of some kind of help.

“At least you’ve got friends? Trust me when I say people don’t need to be blood related to be like family.”

“I suppose, that’s a fair point. Doesn’t make it any less lonely at night, though.”

Carmilla smiled gratefully. “Thanks.” She chuckled. “I guess it is, a bit. But there’s nothing wrong that that anyway.”

He smiled, nodding ever so slightly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Carmilla shrugged and smiled. “Thanks. If it helps, I’m pretty sure I’m grey- or demi-sexual. Y’know, only rarely experiencing it or only if I already have an emotional bond with someone. I mean, you’re not… alone? I should probably just shut my mouth before iI embarrass myself, shouldn’t I?”

He chuckled and nodded. “You don’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself, honest. I just.. well, it’s a little ironic for me, isn’t it?”

“The only one? Doesn’t that get lonely?”

“It does sometimes, but.. there’s nothing that I can really do about it.”

———— HIS sapphire eyes had immediately widened, slowly moving and struggling to get out of the infirmary bed. “No no no no, I need to fucking get out of here!” Romeo muttered, not wanting to be i m p r i s o n e d here.

He shook his head. “No, you need medical attention.”

“Ah, right. Who’s your cabin counsellor?”

“Me, funnily enough. I’m the only one in my cabin.”

Carmilla nodded. “That’s fair. Like I said, it was a bit of a personal question… Sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine, I get more personal questions on a daily basis. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh… Ace means asexual. Y’know, someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.”

He frowned a little. “Uh- well, I..” If he was honest, that was probably what best described him right now. Ironic, considering dad’s the god of sexual desire. “I don’t know right now.“

“Are you sure about that?”

“100%. Don’t worry.”

“Are you ace?” The question blurted out before she could think and she winced. “Sorry, that’s probably a bit personal. You don’t have to answer that.”

“Not at all, don’t worry. I’ll answer it.. if you tell me what an ace is.”

“So it does… So, what’s first on the agenda for army camp?”

“You’ll have to ask your cabin counsellor for the details of that.”

“Mmhm, I have a wedding to plan.” She sounded distracted as she idly moved around his room, tidying up, “You know, you’re going to have to make up for lost training hours if you stay in bed for much longer.”

He blinked. “They make you do that here?”

——  HELP was called and Romeo had ended up in the infirmary, being checked upon as he was unconscious. After a good while, the son of Elpis had stated and had slowly opened his eyes, his blurry vision finally clearing after rubbing them. “W h e r e…?” He asked a  hazily, licking his dry lips.

Damien frowned. It had taken him time to come around again, but before long, he did. “Infirmary. You fainted on me, and luckily, the little upper body strength I have was actually useful.”

“Fair enough. Come on. Up you get.” Jess placed a tray down on his bedside table, “Eat, and then onto the training grounds. You’re the last one to wake up before I can go to the city.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” Jeez, he really had slept in late. Damien wasn’t used to this. He quickly sat up, then took a moment to frown at her words. “You’re going into the city?”

“Are you sure? I can make some pretty good waffles so.” Caroline noticed something was off, and without being able to stop herself she asked. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine, ‘course I’m fine.”

“Oh. Don’t like that stuff, huh?”

“Not the most fond of it.”