Ajax POV
A few days ago, he actually let me touch him for the first time since we were kids.
I don't mean..like helping him up.
I was just worried, I guess.
When we were kids he didn't let me touch him, I just..hit him.
Now he let me hold his hand and lay on him.
I don't know why it's such a big accomplishment for me.
The doctors told me not to visit today and tomorrow.
And yeah...I want to go back there and help him, especially since they physically restrained him.
I honestly feel horrible.
I seriously let him slice his stomach open, and without knowing,telling him to run.
I wasn't this worried when fucking Arlecchino almost fell over the edge of a waterfall on a trip.
....
My thoughts were quickly interrupted.
Why was I so worried? I was never this worried.
I sighed as I took my phone out, laying down on my bed.
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Scaramouche♥︎Ajax: hey, I'm really worried. How are you feeling?
Scar: you texted me yesterday 4 times asking me
Ajax: I'm sorry, I'm just really worried.
Scar: they're just planning to bandage my stomach and give me a few shots, and they told me "I'm lucky I didn't damage some organs blah blah blah"
Scar: I'm also being put on uh...opidos?
Ajax: opioids?
Scar: yeah
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you were in my dream • chiscara [modern]
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Trigger warning for this fanfic • lots of mentions of death • attempted suicide • blood and hospitals • neglect • alcohol and drugs • Disorders (eating, mental) • suggestive