Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170730161459

Ham &amp; Cheese Omen wrote: ''After what seemed like hours and hours of continuous writhing, whimpering, and clinging, the Korean only laid on the bed, slowly bleeding away in thick wads of bandages on his bare, small torso and arms. His whines were only reduced to hitched breathing, one trying to keep his composure together, the second being to just stay alive and not become corrupted.His complexion was a far cry from the signature enthusiastic, innocent expression and child-like physique he was able to maintain; his lips were tinted slightly blue, his skin colored deathly pale, and his whole body looked like it came out of a slaughterhouse alive.''

''He barely reacted once Elijah slumped himself on the bed and embracing him protectively. The only thing he was able to do is weakly lift his head to properly gaze into his eyes, only a couple tears drooping from his eyes.''

''" I feel c-cold... Hold me... " Jeong muttered weakly under his breath, his voice severely hushed and broken from his screaming. Soon enough, more tears began to develop as his broken ribs jutted out internally, making him wail quietly.'' Elijah desperately tried to coax the wailing man back down to rest on the bed, his composure deteriorating dramatically as Jeong's whimpers of pain grew louder and a rich crimson bled into the linen bandages that were applied in thick wads on the Korean's waist.

"Jeong, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay-" And he just kept repeating himself like maybe if he said it enough, he could convince himself that moments ago a gargoyle didn't attempt to kill them all and that one of his best friends wasn't bleeding to death right in front of him.

He reached out to cup the sides of his face calloused fingers smoothing out the man's temples. If Elijah looked pained before, now he was in agony. His eyes flitting all over the room to check if there were any lingering threats in an act of pure paranoia. It was almost ironic, seeing the peaceful and serene nature of the gardens.

"Don't panic, Jeong."

Elijah pleaded the entirely wrong words, caressing Jeong's cheeks with his thumbs, gentle and urgent in their circular motions. He brought their faces close, trembling as he tried to regain control of his hysteria, absolutely hating the fact that he couldn't help him at all.

"Shit- I-I don't know what to do-"