[ The fact that Mephisto felt so much lighter was scary in itself, since Reign knew Mephisto was so much taller than him. Then again, he should have known that a taller height didn't equate a heavier weight. Nonetheless, the fact that Mephisto's weight seemed to be getting lighter frightened the heck out of Reign.
If Mephisto had wiped his tears with his bloody hand, Reign wouldn't have minded at all, though he couldn't help pouting through his tears at Mephisto's words. ]
What are you talking— Mephisto? Mephisto!
[ This time, Reign truly panicked, and even when the Sanctuary staffs came to help, insisting he let them treat him, Reign didn't let go until they convinced him otherwise. If he was going to be stubborn, Mephisto's death would have been on his hands. So Reign let go, allowing the staffs to take the demon away, not even allowed to be near until the treatment was done.
Reign knew he couldn't stay there and hamper the duties of the staffs. There was work to be done, other hostages to be seen to. It wasn't just Mephisto that needed tending to, but his friends as well. So despite his reluctance, Reign headed back to see what other help was required, as well as checking on his friends.
He barely slept the entire night, and the next day, one of the staffs led him to Mephisto's bed. The sight of Mephisto lying there all bandaged up, looking so weak and vulnerable, sent another tremor through Reign. Mephisto was going to be all right, yes? The worst was over, wasn't it? He pulled a nearby chair and sat down beside the bed, feeling tears stinging at the back of his eyes again.
If Mephisto woke up, he'll be greeted by Reign's watery smile. ]
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If Mephisto had wiped his tears with his bloody hand, Reign wouldn't have minded at all, though he couldn't help pouting through his tears at Mephisto's words. ]
What are you talking— Mephisto? Mephisto!
[ This time, Reign truly panicked, and even when the Sanctuary staffs came to help, insisting he let them treat him, Reign didn't let go until they convinced him otherwise. If he was going to be stubborn, Mephisto's death would have been on his hands. So Reign let go, allowing the staffs to take the demon away, not even allowed to be near until the treatment was done.
Reign knew he couldn't stay there and hamper the duties of the staffs. There was work to be done, other hostages to be seen to. It wasn't just Mephisto that needed tending to, but his friends as well. So despite his reluctance, Reign headed back to see what other help was required, as well as checking on his friends.
He barely slept the entire night, and the next day, one of the staffs led him to Mephisto's bed. The sight of Mephisto lying there all bandaged up, looking so weak and vulnerable, sent another tremor through Reign. Mephisto was going to be all right, yes? The worst was over, wasn't it? He pulled a nearby chair and sat down beside the bed, feeling tears stinging at the back of his eyes again.
If Mephisto woke up, he'll be greeted by Reign's watery smile. ]