[Kit] Never giving up

[Zeke James Vasser]

It had been 7 hours. Zeke waited in shambled outside the door. He went to go change cleaning off himself on some of the blood and washing his clothes. Markus was probably long gone. Zeke had reported him. Last he heard the room was empty and being cleaned out. Teachers had also found areas of blood in the forest. This kid was a monster.

A nurse walked out with a small apologetic smile. "He'll live, but he's very frail now and unconscious. Do you want to see him?" Zeke nodded with eagerness walking into the room. A doctor was performing some healing spells on the wound. Scars were around Kit and some bruises were yellowing. He looked hurt but not as bad as when Zeke found him. The Doctor turned to Zeke. "He'll be in here for a few days but other than that he should heal up nicely. I'm just disturbed by who did this." The man said walking off. Everyone left and it was a sleeping Kit and Zeke.

"I failed again." He mumbled quietly touch Kit's hand holding it in his own. "Don't leave my side...I need to protect you more than ever, even if I slipped up again." God he felt awful. Zeke was just messing up everything with Kit, how could he let him get so hurt so badly twice. Never again, never again.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit stirred slightly in his sleep, fighting between consciousness and rest. "Crys..." he breathed without even realising, frowning during his sleep, grasping Zeke's hand even tighter as he felt the darkness coming closer.

His eyes opened slowly, his grip on Zeke's hand loosening as he realised that it was light here, and that the pain wasn't as bad as it felt like it was going to be. His eyes looked around himself, focusing on the room around him, before finally falling onto Zeke. He frowned, taking back his hand to rub his eyes. "What happened?"

[Zeke James Vasser]

Zeke sat there his head down as he just waited, hoping Kit would wake up. The grip on his hand was tighter as a small gasp escaped Zeke’s lips; he looked up to see a waking Kit. “Kit…” He said quietly hugging his hand to his chest. “You’re awake…oh thank god.” Zeke breathed out in relief. Of course Kit was still healing but being awake meant that he’d live.

“Kit do you remember anything?” Zeke said a look of disgust on his face remembering the monster that hurt Kit. “I failed in protecting you again…I’m just an awful boyfriend.” He mumbled quietly. “But that will change I swear.” Zeke said quietly looking into Kit’s eyes.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked at Zeke, for a few moments hardly recognising who he was and why he was talking to him. And then, slowly but surely, everything started to come back, his eyes closing as he remembered exactly what had happened. "I remember..." he said softly, "I remember everything..." he breathed, his eyes watering as he tried to sit upright, remembering the last blast of pain as his shoulder stung.

He looked down, putting a hand to his shoulder, remembering exactly what had happened, ever second slowed down to painstaking detail, every detail trailing onto equally horrible memories. "Why is the world against me, Zeke...?" he asked softly.

[Zeke James Vasser]

Zeke wanted so badly to say something that would make Kit smile but even he didn’t know what to say. It was quiet Kit’s question hanging in the air. Why did so many bad things happen to this boy? This one he loved so dearly. The one he failed with time after time, all he could do was try harder. “Kit, from now on you don’t have to face the world alone. From now on I’ll be with you to fight it back.” Zeke said it was all he could offer. “I swear on my life I won’t let this happen to you again. But for now let’s forget it, let’s focusing on getting rest.” Zeke said trying to keep Kit off the torture he endured. Zeke brushed Kit’s cheek softly. So badly he wanted to hold him but the wires and fragile state of Kit made this impossible.

“Kit I think we should move into the same room.” Zeke said aloud they needed to be closer or at least in the same room for some better protection. “I…I just think it would be better.” Zeke mumbled quietly.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit breathed deeply, looking at Zeke, looking at his soft eyes looking at him, suddenly remembering why he had fallen for him in the first place. It was so easy to say that he didn't love him and didn't want him when he wasn't there, but as soon as he was in front of him he found his throat tighten, his eyes widen a little.

He looked away, wanting to pull away from his hand as he closed his eyes, hoping that the pain could be blamed on his visible wound rather than the one in his heart. "Zeke..." he said slowly, unable to break that last contact. But he knew it was cruel, knew he was leading him on, but he was torturing himself at the same time.

He knew he wanted his protection, wanted someone to hold while he felt so insecure, wanted to lock them both away forever. But he couldn't deny that he wanted Crys so much more, and it was cruelty to let Zeke think any differently. "I... don't know," he said, unable to say it. "I don't think... I'm ready." he said, closing his eyes, knowing in his heart that he probably would never be ready.

[Zeke James Vasser]

It hadn’t crossed his mind why Kit had said Crys when waking up and when knocking out. Just now did he notice it but he thought it didn’t mean anything, or he hoped. Zeke looked down feeling Kit pulling his hand away slowly. Zeke let go not thinking much of it, boy was he oblivious.

Zeke looked at him. “It’s ok I can wait, I just…I don’t want to see anything like this happen to you again, especially with that man on the loose still.” Zane said quietly. “I can wait.” There was his catchphrase, he waited, always waiting for something that wouldn’t come but he could hope, anyone could hope and deep down he really did feel like Kit would come around even though the real world would tell him otherwise, Truth was Kit probably never would come around. Those words hung in the air. I can wait; Kit had heard them time and time again.

To switch up the subject he brought up Crys the question nagging at him. “Why did you mention Crys waking up? I mean if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine.” He said looking sideways. Honestly Zeke thought it was nothing.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked at Zeke, hearing his words. He knew exactly what Crys would have done; Taken the offer for her own personal bodyguard and a body to use as she willed, trample all over the poor boys feelings and move onto the next person. Kit didn't know if it was lucky or unlucky to be so different. He admired her ability to always get the better of situations, to be able to do as she pleased and drop everything. While the rest of the world struggled with a wade of guilt, she floated through unharmed.

"Thanks, Zeke...." he said softly, giving him a polite smile. "You're a great friend," he said softly, taking his hand back in his.

He frowned at the conversation changer. "I did?" he asked, his face blushing slightly. Why had he been so obvious, why had he done such a cruel thing, and yet Zeke still remained oblivious. Part of him really wanted Zeke to know what was eating him up inside; he trusted him as his closest friend, and felt like there was no one else to talk to. No one at all to talk to. "Huh, maybe I just associate her with pain." he said with a small smile.

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[Zeke James Vasser]

Zane nodded with a sad smile.

"You're a great friend,"

Friend. All the signs hit him in the face, every single one. However in answer to all of them Zeke had an excuse, an excuse to believe somewhere Kit loved him whether or not it was true. Zeke dismissed this as Kit still unable to accept him as his boyfriend; well maybe they weren’t what was their relationship? Zeke pondered this but let the subject drop.

“Oh, I see. Well uhm, ok…” He didn’t know Crys was that mean or painful to him. Then again it could all be an excuse either way he ate it up with faux relief. “I’m sure you’ll heal up soon.” Zeke mumbled absentmindedly feeling Kit’s hand in his own, his soft hand, the one he wished could stay for so much longer. “God…I’m sorry Kit…I’m so sorry.” He said quietly. A sense of failure was something that would just eat Zeke up.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked at him, but wasn't able to look at him for too long. It broke his heart knowing how much Zeke was hurt over this. "Zeke..." he said slowly, trying to pull himself forwards against the wires and the pain in his ribs.

He put his hand on Zeke's shoulder, rubbing it softly to try and comfort him. "Zeke, don't be like that..." he said slowly, before moving his hand to his cheek, wanting him so desperately to look at him. "Zeke, don't you dare feel like that, alright? This wasn't your fault, this was no ones fault but that guy. Don't... don't do that, it hurts enough without you feeling guilty." he said softly. In truth, he really did care about Zeke; he was his best friend, one of the people that somehow went beyond friendship without going into attraction. And Zeke's guilt only triggered Kit's, and his guilt was by far his strongest emotion.

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[Zeke James Vasser]

Zeke looked sideways even when he could feel Kit’s hand touch his cheek. His words showed confidence but his eyes gave away the lie. “Okay Kit…if it’s what you want.” He said smiling softly looking at the foot of the bed. If it would make Kit feel better he’d stop but he knew that it wouldn’t stop inside him. This was going to stay with him for a long time.

Why couldn’t he just turn to look at Kit? The question disturbed even him, but when it came down to it, it was the failure still. “So then…” What could he talk about what was there? “The doctors did a pretty good job I think. Are you in any pain do you need anything?” He asked willing to go find whatever it was Kit needed. Food, covers, money, anything.

["Crys" Crystal Fedor]

Crys walked in the room, and as per usual, she instantly owned it. Suddenly the room seemed unbelievably small, unable to contain the power and life which she controlled at her fingertips, something very intimidating about her walk. She threw her hair back - it was a lot shorter, and had obviously just been cut. The sweet smell of the salon was still in the air, and the eccentric make-up from her photo-shoot was still across her eyes.

"Urgh!" she threw up her hands, throwing herself onto the chair besides Kit, somehow remaining her elegance the entire time. "You have NO idea what hell its been through to just get here. Well, firstly I was like, oh I wonder where Kit is and whether he knows anything about all these attacks and stuff, and then this insensitive little bitch was like 'oh yeah, he's at the hospital'. Stupid little whore. But then I had to do my photo shoot, which seemed like it was really fun but then it got boring so I had to pull the whole 'woe is me, my friend is hurt' and hey presto, I'm here." she said, her eyes lighting up at the last moment as she leant forwards with interest, watching the two of them and particularly their relationship with interest.

"But heyho, what can you do." she said with a cute little shrug of her slim shoulders, brushing back her hair again. "So, come come little Kitty Cat, tell Crystal everything, I'm just dying to know!" she said, her eyes wide and leaning forwards to show off a little more than the acceptable amount of cleavage.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit couldn't help but smile as he saw Crys was actually beside him - he would have never in a million years guessed that she would actually come to see him, and he was too oblivious to see that she was only there because he was suddenly once again the centre of attention. As long as gossip hung around Kit, Crys would always be there to pick up the brightest gems of knowledge.

He was glad to have Crys there, glad to hear of how 'awful' her day had been. Somehow it made everything alright. Crys never had real problems, but she managed to pull the spotlight onto herself when Kit really wanted it pulled away from himself, and he was forever grateful for that.

He leaned back again, resting against the soft pillows as he turned back to Zeke for a moment, giving him a relaxed smile, "I've got everything I need, thanks," he said, squeezing his hand quickly, before turning back to Crys quickly.

"Crys... I don't really want to talk about it right now..." he explained, though it hurt. He knew it would probably push her away. "Maybe some other time?" he asked, hoping that that line would be enough bait to force her to stay.

He turned back to Zeke, giving him another squeeze of his hand, letting him know that he still cared for him, still realised that he was in the room and doing all he could.

[Zeke James Vasser]

Zeke just smiled when it got loud. A fire stormed through the room. A fire knows as Crys, he hair was short to match her attention span and temper. Zeke didn’t particularly hate her but he didn’t like her all too much either. Either way she was somewhat of a friend. He listened to her story realizing how much she complained.

It was sad really, even though he saw how lit up and happy Kit was around this girl Zeke still couldn’t put two together. The slight squeezing of his hand didn’t do much to prove Kit was listening to him, but honestly it didn’t matter if Kit paid attention to him. So long as Kit was happy to see Crys, Zeke was happy to see him happy. He could fade into the back if it would make Kit smile for just a second. Was that creepy? Well that was love right? Zeke listened to them talk looking at Crys.

“Hey Crys…” He said without much else. “Sound like you had a bad day.” Zeke said with a small smile. He wasn’t going to be mean to her, he wouldn’t do that to anyone but at least he could be kind.

["Crys" Crystal Fedor]

Crys rolled her eyes again, but looked at Zeke as if she'd only just realised that he was in the room. It was hard to think of Zeke as the Zeke that she had known from before, the Zeke from that one night that she would never forget and would take great pleasure in making sure he never forgot either.

"Hey, Zeke," she said, her eyes falling on him now, still watching carefully at the reactions between Kit and Zeke, the pieces falling in place far faster for her than to poor Zeke. "Like you wouldn't believe," she answered him. "You wouldn't believe how hard it is getting the goss on all these attacks. You know that Brendan guy got killed? What's the deal with that? I lose my bodyguards and suddenly all hell breaks loose?!"

"Anyway," she moved on quickly, her new haircut getting in the way again as she brushed it back once more. It was clearly meant more for looks than practicality. "Where have you been, you run away from me and steal away my friend, what's with that?" she accused him, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.