Regulus wandered into the loo at a late hour, his head aching from intense occlumency practice against his desires. It was interesting, to toy with cutting away from feelings and emotions. Regulus would never be able to do it, he held them too dear- though he didn't understand why, precisely.
As he neared the row of sinks Regulus noted the mess in the far sink and the huddled shape against the wall. Weighing the act of helping this unfortunate briefly, he ran forward and looked closely at- it was a he, despite the hair. Was it- could it be? Lucifer was the only boy had hair as long as that in Slytherin, but he couldn't quite be sure...
Carefully, Regulus tipped the head back and revealed the blood-stained face of Lucifer.
"Can you hear me?"
He tried to wipe away some of the fluid with his sleeve before pulling out his wand and forcing it off with a very simple charm.
Lucifer’s eye’s opened slightly, but wouldn’t focus. He tried to push away from the other, and say something. There was a garbled noise, then Lucifer turned his head to the side and began to cough. He covered his mouth with his hands, and his whole body shook with the force of the coughs. Leaning back against the wall, he let his hands fall from his face.
They were covered in blood.
His head lolled to the side as he started to fall over. A trail of blood ran down the side of his chin, and dripped onto his once pristine pajama pants. Lucifer’s breath wheezed out shallowly, sounding almost like wind through dead trees.
“Run away,” he whispered brokenly, his voice almost non-existent.
Stunned, Regulus almost dropped the feeble fourth-year to the stone floor.
"Ru-run away? Why would I do that?"
He lowered Lucifer to the ground, carefully resting the older boy's head in his hands. For a moment he thought about what could be wrong. Having drawn blanks, Regulus raised Lucifer up slightly and placed the blood-marked upper torso across his lap, resting the skull on his hip. He began to wipe the blood from the weak crossdresser's chin and neck with careful charms that he had to grit out to perform.
"What happened to you?" He asked the barely conscious Lucifer.
Lucifer’s wheezing only got worse when he was lying down. He turned on his side, and started to cough again. This time, there were little flesh like lumps in his blood.
Lucifer was literally starting to cough up his lungs.
Still, with what little strength he had, he tried to push Regulus away. Tears were streaming down Lucifer’s face from the constant coughing, and his thin frame shook with the force of each one. He was starting to hyperventilate, which only caused him to cough more. After only a few minutes, there was a large pool of blood in front of an unconscious Lucifer, who was only just breathing.
Regulus couldn't deal with this awful blood and pain. As much as he acted like a firm, introverted Slytherin, he couldn't let this boy die. He slipped his wand away and with immense effort lifted Lucifer over his shoulder, a lighter burden than he expected but nonetheless a feat for his slight build.
He was tearing up slightly as he tried to carry his house-mate to the hospital wing, the strain was too great. Reaching the top of a long staircase, Regulus collapsed, gasping for breath.
Lucifer was dead weight, his body sapped of all strength and will. When Regulus fell, the only sound he made was a soft, broken whimper.
He was paler than usual, which contrasted greatly with the blood on his pants and chest. His slight body looked like a broken doll, just lying there in the hallway. His breath almost didn’t come now, and his body was all sharp points of bone poking at flesh. His head was turned towards Regulus, and blood slowly poured out of Lucifer’s open mouth.
Regulus blanched at the sight of Lucifer's face. This Slytherin, this boy, this... friend was dying! He needed to get him to the hospital wing, get him help!
He hauled himself off of the ground and in a bone-grinding movement lifted Lucifer off the floor once again. Carrying him in adrenaline strengthened arms, Black pushed himself as hard as he could, bounding up stairs and taking corners with painful speed.
"You-will-live-you-bloody-bloo-"
Regulus stopped speaking suddenly. He had reached the hospital wing, and Lucifer seemed still to breath, albeit shallowly.
"Pomfrey! POMFREY!"
He yelled with all the force he could muster, unable to open the door for lack of hands. As the pound of feet approached the portal, Regulus' knees gave way and he slid down the far wall, facing the door.
Lucifer wasn’t reacting to anything anymore. He made no noise when he was lifted once again; couldn’t even hear what Regulus was saying, because of the sound of static that filled his ears. He couldn’t tell if he was moving or not. His eyes were partially open, but he couldn’t see anything. The only indication that he was alive was his ragged wheezing, but even that seemed to be slowing.
It seemed that he was at Death’s door, as he laid there, limp with a soft smile on his face. He could barely think, but one clear thought was in the fore ground of his mind. ‘I’m happy that Severus was back to his old, healthy self today.’
As he neared the row of sinks Regulus noted the mess in the far sink and the huddled shape against the wall. Weighing the act of helping this unfortunate briefly, he ran forward and looked closely at- it was a he, despite the hair. Was it- could it be? Lucifer was the only boy had hair as long as that in Slytherin, but he couldn't quite be sure...
Carefully, Regulus tipped the head back and revealed the blood-stained face of Lucifer.
"Can you hear me?"
He tried to wipe away some of the fluid with his sleeve before pulling out his wand and forcing it off with a very simple charm.
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They were covered in blood.
His head lolled to the side as he started to fall over. A trail of blood ran down the side of his chin, and dripped onto his once pristine pajama pants. Lucifer’s breath wheezed out shallowly, sounding almost like wind through dead trees.
“Run away,” he whispered brokenly, his voice almost non-existent.
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"Ru-run away? Why would I do that?"
He lowered Lucifer to the ground, carefully resting the older boy's head in his hands. For a moment he thought about what could be wrong. Having drawn blanks, Regulus raised Lucifer up slightly and placed the blood-marked upper torso across his lap, resting the skull on his hip. He began to wipe the blood from the weak crossdresser's chin and neck with careful charms that he had to grit out to perform.
"What happened to you?" He asked the barely conscious Lucifer.
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Lucifer was literally starting to cough up his lungs.
Still, with what little strength he had, he tried to push Regulus away. Tears were streaming down Lucifer’s face from the constant coughing, and his thin frame shook with the force of each one. He was starting to hyperventilate, which only caused him to cough more. After only a few minutes, there was a large pool of blood in front of an unconscious Lucifer, who was only just breathing.
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He was tearing up slightly as he tried to carry his house-mate to the hospital wing, the strain was too great. Reaching the top of a long staircase, Regulus collapsed, gasping for breath.
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He was paler than usual, which contrasted greatly with the blood on his pants and chest. His slight body looked like a broken doll, just lying there in the hallway. His breath almost didn’t come now, and his body was all sharp points of bone poking at flesh. His head was turned towards Regulus, and blood slowly poured out of Lucifer’s open mouth.
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He hauled himself off of the ground and in a bone-grinding movement lifted Lucifer off the floor once again. Carrying him in adrenaline strengthened arms, Black pushed himself as hard as he could, bounding up stairs and taking corners with painful speed.
"You-will-live-you-bloody-bloo-"
Regulus stopped speaking suddenly. He had reached the hospital wing, and Lucifer seemed still to breath, albeit shallowly.
"Pomfrey! POMFREY!"
He yelled with all the force he could muster, unable to open the door for lack of hands. As the pound of feet approached the portal, Regulus' knees gave way and he slid down the far wall, facing the door.
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It seemed that he was at Death’s door, as he laid there, limp with a soft smile on his face. He could barely think, but one clear thought was in the fore ground of his mind. ‘I’m happy that Severus was back to his old, healthy self today.’
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