His eyes felt heavy, being pulled down by the overwhelming sense of exhaustion that he forced himself to fight off. He sway again, his gut twisting so painfully it had him crying out softly.
The Hero and The Villain (Closed)
Caleb rushed over to Kyle’s side. “It’s gonna be okay, I got you.” He said, trying not to panic. “Just stay still.” He picked Kyle up, opening the door to the apartment and rushing them over to the couch. He set Kyle down gently. “Stay awake, okay?”
Kyle opened his mouth to say something, but all the came out was a pained groan. His breathing sped up, leaving him trembling. There wasn't any ice, though, not quite yet.
He sat down next to Kyle, grabbing his hand. “Squeeze my hand as much as you’re hurting.” He ordered, his brow creased in worry.
He nodded a little, squeezing back hard. Even though a moment ago he seemed to be getting in too much air, now it seemed like he wasn't getting in enough. His breathing slowing down as he struggled to get air in.
“Well Jesus Christ, you’re really suffering.” He squeezed back gently. “It’s all going to be okay, love. Just keep on breathing, and squeeze my hand as tight as you can until you’re okay again.”
Kyle tried to get air in, but it felt like his lungs hand been closed off and he couldn't get any in. He whimpered softly, hands turning cold and slowly changing from pale to purple from how freezing his body was becoming.
“Shit-“ he cursed under his breath. It normally wasn’t this bad. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was drowning, not able to do anything except desperately fight to stay afloat, even as waves of despair and helplessness crash over his head. It was only a matter of how long until he’d succumb to them.
And then the ice started. Like a snake curling about it's pray, like Kyle had no control over what was happening. It wrapped around his neck, spikes of ice on the outside so no one could try and pull it away even if they wanted.
“Just stay calm. You can control it, I know you can. Everything’s going to be fine.” He tried his best to keep his voice as calming as possible. And he didn’t let go of Kyle’s hand, didn’t move away from him. He wouldn’t.
He brought his freehand up, trying to get a grasp, trying to do anything that would let him breathe again. His hands started to bleed and for a moment, he looked like this was going to be the end. But then the ice disappeared, leaving an unconscious, but alive, Kyle.
“Oh thank god.” He mumbled, pulling Kyle’s unconscious form close to his chest. He gently ran his hands through his lover’s hair and couldn’t help the thoughts that flowed into his head. He couldn’t help but wonder how many more days were left. How many more days would he have to watch Kyle suffer, and have to reassure him that it was all going to be fine. He sighed heavily before standing, scooping Kyle into his arms and carrying him into the bedroom, setting him on the bed and pulling the covers up over him. “Rest well my love.” He whispered, kissing his forehead and exiting the room.
Kyle was out cold, the episode having taken too much from him. His body slowly turned back to his normal, pale colour and eventually his breathing was back to normal. His hand was still cut and sore from the ice, but he was too exhausted and in too deep a sleep for it to bother him or wake him up.
Caleb wandered into the kitchen, and would stay out of the bedroom, leaving Kyle to rest. He would stay out of the bedroom until Kyle woke up.
He was asleep well though the day, his body taking time to recover. It woke closer to dusk, blinking blearily around as he tried to grasp where he was and what had happened.
When Kyle woke up, Caleb still wouldn’t be there. He was probably still in the apartment, just not there.
Kyle whimpered softly, the realisation of what happened hitting him. Caleb.. he hadn’t hurt him, had he? No… He stumbled out of bed, incredibly unsteady and nearly falling over.
Caleb would maybe hear the noise of someone shuffling around but he didn’t really register that that meant Kyle was awake.
He pushed open the door, becoming increasingly upset and worried that was definitely not good for him in his state, "C-Caleb?" He called out, voice raspy and sore and felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
At hearing Kyle’s voice, Caleb quickly stood. “I’m in the living room, hang on I’ll be right there.” As soon as he made it to Kyle’s side, he put a hand on him to steady him. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you still need rest.”
Kyle wrapped his arms around Caleb almost immediately, needing to know he was okay, "I-I didn't- I couldn't- I didn't… h-hurt you, did I?"
“No you didn’t, I’m fine.” He reassured, hugging Kyle softly. “But how are you? You weren’t doing too great earlier.” He asked softly
He shrugged a shoulder, burying his face in the others chest, "Just- Just sore.. and tired.." His throat hurt and his body ached all over.
“I bet..” he fell silent, rubbing soothing circles into Kyle’s back for a solid thirty seconds before speaking again. “C’mon lets get you back to bed.”
"Can you… stay with me? Until I fall asleep?" He asked, tilting his head up at Caleb ever so slightly with a small pout.
“Of course, darling.” Caleb kissed Kyle’s forehead softly. He was a lot calmer now than he’d first been when Kyle fell unconscious. Then again..he’d had a drink or two in the past few hours that he’d been left with his thoughts.
Kyle blushed softly, giving Caleb a small nod as he slowly, and reluctantly, let go of the taller male. He padded his way back to the bed, slipping under the covers.
Caleb slipped into bed next to him, wrapping an arm around Kyle’s waist. “You know…you don’t have to go to sleep if you don’t want to.”
He nodded, snuggling close to Caleb and craving his warmth. Even though this temperature wasn't bellow freezing, he was still colder then usual, "I know…"
“We could always turn on a movie or something. And I’ll stay right here with you.” He planted a few featherlight kisses on Kyle’s cheek. He’d already told Veronica about what had happened, so no one should bother him today.