08-28-2018, 08:09 PM
A soft mumble left the panther's jaws as he laid on the hospital bed, feeling his vision becoming blurry now. He insisted on walking on his own, it was his own fault, but he didn't want anyone to touch him. "Don't come too close now.." Chat muttered a bit louder this time, too scared to let just anyone touch him. He couldn't tell who it was that was talking to him, he was too dizzy and disoriented.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long for Chat to pass out from blood loss, whatever poisons the knives were embued with, soaking into his wounds but thanks to Jikai's magic, it wasn't causing too much damage on him. He didn't know who was around him, it was like he was floating.
Adrien was terrified. Chat could see the form of the blonde with his face to a corner of their mind's world, hands covering his head as he rocked back and forth. A look of pity crossed Chat's features as the werepanther stepped closer, pushing his hand against the teenager's shoulder to comfort him. "Hey, it's okay. We're okay, our body is still alive." Chat soothed, or attempted to, Adrien not replying to the older, more mature existence.
It seemed like forever, that Chat had been sitting against the black wall of their minds world. But soon, he could feel the familiar tug of reality on him, and Chat stood up to leave once again.
The doctors were done patching him up, it seemed. Well, it was better than nothing. Toxic green eyes stared up at the ceiling, the black panther muttering a few groans of complaint at the bright lights. "Jesus.. Is anyone there? Fuck, I can't sense anything, must be the pain meds.." Chat groaned, scratching his ear gently.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long for Chat to pass out from blood loss, whatever poisons the knives were embued with, soaking into his wounds but thanks to Jikai's magic, it wasn't causing too much damage on him. He didn't know who was around him, it was like he was floating.
Adrien was terrified. Chat could see the form of the blonde with his face to a corner of their mind's world, hands covering his head as he rocked back and forth. A look of pity crossed Chat's features as the werepanther stepped closer, pushing his hand against the teenager's shoulder to comfort him. "Hey, it's okay. We're okay, our body is still alive." Chat soothed, or attempted to, Adrien not replying to the older, more mature existence.
It seemed like forever, that Chat had been sitting against the black wall of their minds world. But soon, he could feel the familiar tug of reality on him, and Chat stood up to leave once again.
The doctors were done patching him up, it seemed. Well, it was better than nothing. Toxic green eyes stared up at the ceiling, the black panther muttering a few groans of complaint at the bright lights. "Jesus.. Is anyone there? Fuck, I can't sense anything, must be the pain meds.." Chat groaned, scratching his ear gently.