Snowstorms (1)
Third Person Point of View
December 2nd, 2031. (13 years from 2018)
12:00 am.
Weather; Light Snow, 20° F, Cloudy.
Balance quietly looked at her phone, tapping her foot and flicking her tail as she snuggled up a little more in the heavy jacket she wore. The 18 year old looked up once more at the back of a familiar house and saw a figure descending from one of the second story windows slowly, her face lighting up with a smile as her warm breath caught in the cool air. It wasn't long before the familiar brown-haired figure came rushing towards her in the snow, limping softly as he did so. "Damien!" She whispered//yelped happily. Damien's face lit up as he waved, stopping in front of her. He puffed out a breath of warm air and grinned that innocent little grin of his below the scarf he bore. Balance cuddled into her own. "Coffee again?" She asked softly, earning a nod from her silent companion. "Didn't bring Scout with you this time?" She asked slowly. "N-N-No. H-He w-was a-a-asleep, a-a-and y-you k-k-k-know h-how h-he i-i-is w-when h-he's a-a-a-asleep." Damien chuckled back at her, stuttering as per usual. Balance returned the favor, laughing a little herself. She then began to start walking, looking about. "Come along!" She giggled softly, then walked towards the street. Damien slowly limped along after her, eyeing the street as well. Balance slowly took the boy's hand, smiling softly. Damien walked beside her slowly, his feet dragging slightly. It was slow but they soon arrived at the coffee shop, walking inside from the snow.
"The usual?" Balance asked, earning a nod from her companion. The 18 year old nodded and then strode forward to the counter to order their coffees.
December 2nd, 2031.
1:26 am.
Weather; Flurries, 20° F, Cloudy.
Balance eyed her phone as she lead Damien along the forest path, stuffing it in her pocket as she gazed at her friend. Her small companion was limping quite a bit now and was mumbling under his breath as he walked along, his eyes flickering this way and that. "Damien?" Balance quipped, snapping his attention to her. "Yes Bla- I mean Balance." He said quickly, his stutter non-existent, a rare thing. Balance narrowed her eyes and stopped walking. "Are you Alright?" She asked, furrowing her brow and stepping towards her companion. When he did not reply, she stepped forward, and just in time reached her arms out as her friend began to collapse, his left leg going limp as he stood still, his small body crashing into her arms. "Damien!" She snapped. "What's up with you?" The little boy inhaled shakily, gripping onto her as he moved his foot, leaving his boot behind in the snow. From what little of his leg you could see... it was blackened and purple. Balance quickly sat him down. "Shît." She snapped. "Shît shît shît." Damien shook his head. "I-I-I-It's Fine!" He cried. "Shut up!" Balance snapped, rolling up the leg of his tight black leggings to reveal a heavily infected gash in his left leg, purple and black spreading around his leg. "Oh my god!" Balance shrieked. "B-Blair s-stop, I-It's o-okay!" Damien cried, gripping onto her hand woozily to try and stop her from grabbing her phone, but she did anyway. She tapped the Emergency button, causing an automatic 9-1-1 call. Balance looked down at him while babbling to the responder, snapping every once and a while and slapping his face gently as she attempted to keep him away in his weakened state. She slowly took the phone off speaker and placed it down on the snow, the case protecting it from the moisture. "Damien, hey buddy, you've gotta listen to me okay?" She said quickly, grabbing the sides of his face, his eyes dropping as he nodded. "One, your a total fûckîng idiot. Two, why the fûck didn't you clean this up? And three-" She stopped talking when his eyes fluttered closed. She slapped him again. "Damien!" She growled, his eyes snapping back open. Balance gave up on talking and just quietly grabbed his hand.
"You're gonna be okay. I promise."
December 6th, 2031.
4:30 am.
Weather; Flurries, 16°, Extremely Cloudy.
Balance raced through the halls, running swiftly. Her feet hit the floor rhythmically, even though she wasn't particularly allowed to. This was a hospital. She quickly ducked around the corner, her eyes flickering slightly. It wasn't long until she rounded the corner and flickered into the room. She stopped quickly, her eyes narrowed. She eyed the nearly empty room, slowly letting her eyes land upon a small pack of brunettes. "Mr. Micheal! Mrs. Tracy!" She cried quickly. The brunettes lifted their heads practically in unison. "Hello there Balance." Micheal greeted calmly, his facial expression tired. Tracy slowly stood up, smiling oddly, slowly walking over and hugging Balance gently. "Thank you.. for getting him here.." She mumbled softly. Balance patted her back softly. "Helping a friend.." She muffled in response, letting go of the smaller woman. "Speak of the devil.. where is he?" She asked. Micheal let out a yawn and flickered his gaze towards her. "Right here. Practically buried himself to get away from his new leg though." He laughed heartily. A grumble came from the pile of blankets and sheets that must've been Damien. Balance put her hands on her hips, gazing towards the other half of the room to look at the metal leg propped on the wall. She then looked at Tracy as she sat down. "Mind if I talk to him for a second..?" Balance asked softly, earning a nod from the adults. "Coffee?" Micheal quipped. "Coffee." Tracy huffed in response, and instantly, the two had left for the cafeteria. Now that they were alone, Balance slowly approached the bed, peeling back the layers of blankets to find her friend, curled up under the covers, connected to an IV and several other drips, and dressed in a tacky hospital gown. She slowly put her hand on the side of his face, disturbing him as he awkwardly breathed into the mask over his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and peered up at her. His lips curled up in a small smile as he curled up a little more, gently, and weakly, patting the free spot on the bed and gently pulling the mask off as she laid beside him, slowly lifting the covers to get underneath them. Where his left leg had once been was now a bandaged stump, while his other, curled up slightly as he laid there. Without a word, the two of them laid together, Damien held tight against Balance's chest. "I-I-I'm Sorry..." He mumbled suddenly. Balance looked down at him. "For what?" She furrowed her brows. "You never did anything wrong." Damien looked down tiredly, then decided talking probably wasn't the best idea, so he went quiet. Balance sighed, then scooted down so she was at his face level. Then slowly but surely, closed the space between them. This favor was returned by her partner and they spoke no words as Balance pulled away.
"Your lucky I love you."
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