--= Sky's + POV =--

The black that I saw inside of the bathroom continued to nag at me until the question was on the tip of my tongue. Maybe it was his clothes or, something else?

I don't know at this point. My eyes keeping themselves on Preston, not parting for a second my lips turned in a frown as his eyes stayed shut but his breathing was uneven.

"What even happened?" I blurted out. Preston's eyelids parting immediately, the look he gave me let me know that he was just resting his eyes.

Preston's whole body shuddered, trying to shake off the goosebumps his eyes immediately locked onto mine, fear rising rapidly inside of them.

"Do you have any idea what the Doctor might have done to me?..." Preston wondered. The question slamming bricks into the side of my head, I shook my head silently.

"All he told me was he ran a few tests and gave you a blood dosage because you lost a lot."

I replied. My stomach churning to see the odd look stuck on Preston's face, a mix of curiosity and hopelessness kept loyal to his face. I'm worried myself really.

"What type did he give me?" Preston continued. Seeming to want to get down to the bottom of this as quick as possible, I slipped my eyes away from his, deciding to gaze at the ceiling fan.

"He didn't tell me." I answered.  Preston seeming to be silent at this my heart picked up as he ran a hand through his hair slowly, keeping the other one under the blanket.

"That's probably it..." Preston sighed. Something seeming to nag at his mind he shifted so he was facing me instead of the wall, his warm, brown eyes glowing happily.

"Thanks so much for taking care of me." Preston whispered. Preston's voice drenched in gratefulness and sounding somewhat along the lines of an apology, I cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you serious? You would barely let me help you." I stated. Back pressing against the wall Preston's face changed from sleepy and calm to excited and mischevious.

"Is that an insult I hear in your voice?" Preston wondered. His eyebrows raising a laugh puffed out of my lips as my eyes narrowed, dare in my voice.

"Depends on how you take it."

"Oh, I see how it is." Preston remaining in bed where he was, he didn't move making me laugh. Even if he wanted to he couldn't move, he was too-

A blur of a figure rushed by me as I felt sudden weight drop onto my back. Gasping, my feet stumbled on the ground hurriedly, trying to grasp my balance yet again I froze when the black object came into view once more, Preston seemed to be holding onto it.

"Cactus, cactus cactus." Preston giggled. Clawing his hands through his hair, awaiting for my defeat I flinched as something which felt like knives scratch down my scalp.

Yelping, I collapsed to my knees, sending Preston flipping over my back and slamming into the ground.

A groan slipping from his lips, he placed a steady hand on the ground while the other slowly raised itself and planted itself on the  ground.

Except, it wasn't even a hand. The gruesome black overlapped with Preston's ragged skin, it stopped etched out just after his elbow.

Eyes widening as I stared at the, thing on Preston's arm, he noticed me staring at it and swiftly hid it behind his back, but knew it was too late so he let it drop back onto the ground to lift himself up.

"Preston..." A chuckle slipping out of Preston's lips, he rolled over so his back was on the floor and he was facing the ceiling. Opening my mouth to speak, Preston answered all to quickly.

"I don't know what it is."

"How'd you get it. That's what I wanna know." The knives which stuck to his bone, or, was his bone. Was pitch black as they shined from the light illuminating out of the windows.

"The water in the bathtub." Preston shrugged, the knives shifting and bending, almost like butterfly knives attached to his hands a shudder rushed through me the longer I looked at it.

"The water?!" How can water possibly do THAT! Water doesn't do that to people. What is he trying to say? Something like that is something fire can't even do.

"...... But it just did." Preston explained. His eyes showing honesty, I scoffed, taking a step back once Preston finally stood up. Hurt flickering on his face, it disappeared almost immediately.

"Preston that doesn't make any sense how does water burn your flesh clean off like that?"

"I don't know, how does THIS make any sense?" Flopping the black..Hand? around himself trying to prove it to me, I shook my head, an unsteady feeling seeping into my body.

His hands raising up to his eyes, he brought them inches away from his face, he stopped looking at the black hand.

Looking agitated, he dropped the black hand wiping both of his eyes with the single normal hand. Flinching every time he seemed to talk I noticed that Preston's lips looked more red than usual.

"Preston did you put on lipstick?" I added. Preston shooting me an odd look, his eyes widened and a painful looking smile spread onto his lips as he showed his teeth.

"Sure, we could say that." His teeth seeming to look like knives as well, goosebumps coated my skin as I stepped out of the room, mumbling a goodnight before leaving.