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There’s redstone coming out of Jesse’s head.
It’s oozing, the redstone being mixed with vibrant red blood, almost glowing in the dimmed red room.
Someone is holding him with warm hands and soft, messy hair being oh so gentle as they grab his head, linking hands and pulling him into their lap.
He can barely feel as someone buries their head into his hair, muffled pleads and sobs reach his ears as tears sink into his hair and onto his scalp. He feels in urge to reach out and comfort but he can’t feel his arms.
His lungs burn, feelings empty as he scarcely manages to breathe in. It takes far to much effort but the mournful pleading convinced him to keep going because they sounded rather heartbroken. A cry of pain reaches his ears, and suddenly he is being held so tight it hurts.
Jesse attempts to push his head against theirs, barely even twitching. He lets out a breathy exhale. The hand linked with his suddenly stops holding, the warmth moving toward his neck and pressing down. He hears the sobbing stop momentarily as a head placed itself on his chest. He can hardly feel his own heartbeat.
“Oh thank the admin-“ He could feel the arm on his neck travel up and cup his cheek, warm breath ghosting over his face as they kiss his forehead tenderly, tears dripping into his hair.
Jesse let’s himself relax further into his grip, randomly feeling rather cold as the feeling in his legs come back. His head tips back limply, a couple strands of hair brush his cheek.
“Please wake up I-I’m so sorry please-” Their voice is shaking, the grip on him tightening. He feels as the constant flow of redstone abruptly stops, covered by.. a bandage? And he doesn’t remember redstone being so, well, sticky. It stays firmly on his head, slightly tilting it up and it feels easier to breathe.
He has most of his senses now, only one still lost is sight. He can taste the blood in his mouth and hear footsteps approaching, he feels something on his head and someone slipping their arms under his legs and he smells blood mixed with metal.
He feels as someone lifts under his almost numb legs and carries him, annoyance radiating off of them as Jesse feels scarred hands touch in his arms before being ripped away before Jesse could even process them. Someone’s terrified and angry yells filters in and out of his ears and he recognizes the voice as a girl.. petra? She then presumably stomps on Lukas’s (is it Lukas?) foot. Yeah, okay, it’s Petra.
He almost doesn’t manage to hear Lukas’s voice, making out his panicked voice as he begins rushing somewhere, 3 or more voices following him and telling him something. He doesn’t appear to listen as the dim red light suddenly becomes a blinding whiteish one causing Jesse to squeeze his eyes shut.
What felt like only a couple seconds later the light died down tremendously and Jesse allowed his eyes to relax again, feeling ..Lukas combing his hands through Jesses hair, he feels something poking his arm and his head getting lifted as the earlier (bandage?) whatever getting taken off and replaced by something much smaller (and far more comfortable) before his head gets placed back down on what feels like a pillow.
The hand combing through his hair halts as someone lays down next to him, then the hand begins again. “It’s okay..” Lukas’s voice is soft and shaky with relief. “You’re okay..” lips brush against Jesses knuckles and he feels himself smile softly. A gruff voice speaks loudly and he can feel a cold calloused hand lay on his forehead, a click of a tongue sounds as he pulls back.
“He’s sure got a fever alright, I’m guessing overworked by PAMA perhaps?” The man sighs and pulls back, Jesse feels him fiddle with the thing in his arm, and a sudden wave a drowsiness hits him. “..He’ll be okay right?” He feels himself get tucked under some one’s chin, hearing their heart subtly beat faster. The hand moves from his own to his waist, rubbing in circles softly. “Of course he’ll be fine! I’ve practiced medicine for years.” The heart calms down.
“Sleep Jesse, I’ll see you in the morning.” Lukas’s voice is soft and caring as he whispers, making sure to be quiet as to not disturb anyone. Jesse felt exhaustion finally take hold as everything faded to black, the last thing he heard was Lukas’s soft breathing.