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Sunny was surprisingly strong for an anemic shut in of four years.
Basil's nose snapped into the wrong shape, and the following pained snort flicked blood across both boys.
Basil grabbed the younger boy and forced him out to arms length, and the two pushed against each other as they maneuvered in a circle, each trying to force the other against a wall. There was so much Basil wanted to say, but he couldn't breath. Sunny wanted to scream, but nothing came out besides shallow gasps.
A pulse of blood dirtied Basils shirt, and the ground under him. There was iron in his mouth and throat.
Basil threw Sunny back, and the stunned boy only barely managed to avoid tripping over his own feet as he slammed into the window, let alone dodge or parry the wild lefthook basil threw. The impact carried through, first it hit his cheek, then the blade he wielded passed through and into his mouth. Basil yanked the blade towards himself, and it dislodged with a disgusting noise. The resolve left Sunny then, and he fell against the wall.
The flower boy grabbed Sunny by the hair and pulled his head back, earning more groaning and crying as some of the hair came out. Basil brought the blade down again and it sailed easily through one of Sunny's eyes and deep into his cheek. Sunny let out a scream muffled by a gurgle of blood, and went limp in Basil's hands.
Horrified, Basil threw the bloody shears onto his bed.
The two boys collapsed to the floor simultaneously. Sunny falling forwards into Basil who barely managed to support his weight, as he directed Sunny's head over his shoulder. Basil scooted back and re-adjusted Sunny as best he could so that the boy wouldn't roll of of him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry sorI'm sorry, so sorry." It hurt so much to talk and basil couldn't breath. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm shhh-" Basil stopped, and just hugged Sunny, who was barely responding to anything, his surviving eye half open and his face locked in a state of agony and fear.
Basil cried hysterically in the quiet of the room as he desperately tried to take in air between the sobs.
"Y-Y-Y-You'll be okay, e-e-everything w-will b-be oka.. hyyy... y" Basils left hand moved up from Sunny's back and began stroking the boy's hair as Basil desperately tried to stop the disgusting noises he was making...
They were both making those noises.
Basil sobbed.
Sunny's head was hanging over Basil's right shoulder. Warm liquid was pouring onto the back of his shirt. He tried to ignore it.
Sunny needed help, Basil was never good at helping sunny. He always made things worse.
...
Sunny desperately needed immediate help. Basil couldn't protect Sunny from the consequences of this by directing the blame onto himself. Sunny was bleeding heavily onto Basil. "o-oh.. oh god sunny"
...
How do you help people?
Sunny's eyes were barely open, and his breaths were growing slower. "p-p-please don't l-leave me t-to... d-deal with this again..." Basil hugged Sunny tighter, squeezing him with all his strength.
How do you make things better instead of worse?
Basil stroked Sunny's raven hair more as he desperately tried to think of a way to save Sunny.
"hhhh... aaah... ..."
"hhhhh... aah... ......"
".........."
"hha..... aaah..."
"P-p-p... please, Sunny"
Basil's green shirt was soaked through with red.
"hhhh... aaah... ........."
"hhhhh... aah... ......"
Something was also deeply wrong with Basil's breath. He desperately wanted to scream, but he couldn't do anything more then try and make words out of the shallow inhales. Even those sent pulses of pain shooting through his lungs, seizing them up with each syllable. Basil was light-headed...
Basil collapsed backwards, and Sunny fell onto his chest. Both were asleep, barely drawing breath.