towerofanimus | What goes BUMP in the night

Characters: Prussia and Hungary/ open
Setting: In the darkened corridors of the dorms
Format: Prose?
Summary: The power's gone out, so Prussia is scouting to try to find out why this is.
Warnings: TBA

After the power had gone out, and had been out for longer than a few hours Prussia had given up on waiting around in his room and speculating on what had gone wrong in the tower. But once he was out in the hallways, armed with his sword, was when the sense of foreboding started in. It wasn't the dark that had him worried, he'd grown through the centuries where campfires were the only source of light and being in the dark was more than just a literal sense of the word. It was the movement he'd noticed in the shadows, vague humanoid shapes that'd vanish when he'd turn to peer into the murky darkness. Yet he swore he knew the silhouette of the figures that disappeared.

What had disturbed him more had been the voices that he'd sworn he'd heard calling his name and whispering close to him. Brandishing his sword he looked around into the darkness, this was much too strange for him.

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"Sex can wait until you're not loosing half of your blood from a bite." he stated and looked for anything that could be used to clean the wound on her leg. Knowing their luck it'd get infected the longer they left it and were trapped in the dark.

"You have anything to clean this? Alcohol, those make-up wipes that girls use, anything?" he asked while putting pressure against the gashes to slow their bleeding. Looking up at her he wore an expression that was rarely if ever seen on him; concern. "You feeling okay? Lightheaded, cold, dizzy, like you're going to puke?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she closes her eyes only to open them belatedly to the same darkness. Part of her had really hoped the lights would turn on and this would all be a bad dream but sadly, the darkness was a sobering realization.

"I don't have anything in here but bottled water." She said as she fell back on the bed with a groan. "Well- I feel dizzy...probably like I'm going to throw up but whatever." She said quietly as she tried to control her breathing to the best of her ability.

"Right, well, we'll need that so I guess if this gets infected we're shit out of luck anyway." he sighed and gently started wrapping the bandaging over her leg making sure it was tight but not overly so.

"Hey if you're going to puke, not on me. Here." he grabbed a bucket shaped object beside him and handed it to her. "Just stay still and it'll pass." he mumbled and worked on fixing her leg. Just how badly it was bitten worried him, he'd had wounds like this before and even as a kingdom in the height of his power it took a long time to heal.

Finishing the last loop around her leg he tied it and looked over the bandaging. Already he could see where it was bleeding through but he was thankful that the rate had dropped.

"I think you're lucky and it missed your main artery."

She swore she heard him speaking...but it sounded so far off and so distant that she had to wonder if she was actually in fact, dreaming. So far it was an odd dream. She wanted to speak, to tell him to forget the bucket and slap him for the comment about throwing up on him; she wouldn't do such a thing. Either or, her voice didn't seem to come out nor did her mouth even open. All she knew was that she was tired and felt heavy.

Just swallowing heavily, she gave the weakest of nods to him and just rested against her bed.

"You okay?" he watched her for a moment before getting up on the bed and looking at her. Gently he turned her face toward him before pressing his fingers against her neck, looking for her pulse.

"Hey Liz, you need to stay awake okay. Look at me, you need to stay awake." he said, red eyes watching her own green ones closely. His chest was still aching from earlier and he bit his lip, trying to think if there was anything else he could do. He shot a glance at the door then back at her. He could risk going out in the hallway with the lighter again and try to make it to the infirmary and back but it was almost certain death to step outside of the bedrooms.

Course, he didn't know if Liz was going to be able to keep going with a wound that bad. It was a loose loose situation he found himself in and he took a moment to debate. Whatever was out there wanted him dead, but with how much blood Liz had lost, she wasn't in the clear either.

Another small groan escaped as she rose her hand to try and wave him off. "I'm fine..stop yelling." She murmured before her arm fell back on the bed with a thump. Barely able to move her hand, she reached out and gripped his hand.

"Don't..go out there. Promise me." She said quietly with tired eyes barely opening to stare tiredly up at him. "I can't be there to protect you."

"I'm hardly yelling, I'm just talking to you." he muttered and took a seat on the bed beside her. When she gripped his hand it surprised him, having him look down at her and give her hand a gentle squeeze.

"You know, I think its been centuries since you've had to protect me Liz. But...I don't think I can promise you that. You're bleeding badly and need stitches and we have nothing here either to help you replace the amount of blood you lost." he sighed and looked at her, still unsure of if he should go or not. It was a gamble but he was willing to risk it, after all he was a ghost of a nation anyway.

What goes BUMP in the night

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