Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170730204142

Elijah froze, not thinking of even the possibility of Jeong becoming corrupted as he immediately knelt down by his bedside, Jeong's hand slipping out of his as clotting blood made his hands slick. He reached for it again, his own breathing becoming ragged and uneven as panic and alarm continued to rise in his chest as he realised the utter look of pain and suffering that was permanently carved onto the Korean's features.

Elijah swallowed the lump in his throat, reaching for the dishevelled, peach, hair that fell in front of Jeong's eyes, smoothing it back and accidentally smearing a streak of crimson onto his porcelain-like forehead.

"...I'm not going anywhere Jeo. J-Just hold on- You have to stay awake-"