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Manepear never even got the chance to react. He was just trying to block an attack..what even happened. Everything hurt so bad, his head was spinning, and he felt so fucking cold. His throat was burning.
He descended to the floor of a cave, he felt so weak..he hated being weak. When he stood up, he felt like throwing up. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop getting louder. Before his brain could even start to work, his legs moved.
Manepear practically dragged himself out of the cave and into the nether. The nether was so hot, but why was he still so cold? He kept walking, but suddenly everything got to him too quickly. His head had a rush of adrenaline, his heart racing. He had heard something, someone. He didn't want to be caught in such a weakened state.
He was about to start running but his body failed him. He collapsed to the dry dead grass, holding onto the last bits of his consciousness. Maybe if he passed out he wouldn't feel so much pain..no,no,no. Someone was here to..kill..mph..
Manepear's eyes slowly close, passed out with a nearby prey, or predator.
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FLAMES PERSPECTIVE
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Flame was traversing through the nether, following a path of coords to meet up with a specific someone. He was busy thinking about the what if of this meetup that he forgot to check his surroundings. He heard footsteps nearby, followed by the shudder of dry grass.
Perhaps another heart wouldn't hurt..for him.
He follows that rustling sound of grass, planning on a little stealth mission, but oh god his dumbass stepped on a branch. Hopefully his prey didn't have good hearing..
he curses himself under his breath, how could he have done such a careless mistake. Now what if the other person was alert that someone was nearby? So much for a sneak attack..
Flame peers through the bushes, but there's no one there anymore. Ugh..did he seriously scare them away? He jumps over the bushes and looks around. There's no one.. fuck he just lost a chance for another heart.
Right before flame is about to leave, he spots someone orange in the corner of his eye. Hm, manepear? Why was manepear so loud..I thought he was careful about making leads.
He walks over ignoring the fact he had to go meet someone in 5 minutes. They can wait if it's mane. Flame was prepared for that someone to yell at him, but he doesn't give a fuck. What he wasn't prepared for was to meet a bloody bruised manepear lying unconscious. Why was his brother always so reckless..
Ok maybe now the meeting will have to wait.
Flame carefully carries mane on his back before going back in the direction he came from, his base. He knew manes base and his were about the same distance, but he didn't want to leave mane at his own base.
Mane was actually surprisingly not that heavy.
Flame found his nether portal and walked in, ah home sweet home. He was contemplating on just throwing mane on the couch, but maybe he should treat his injured brother better than that..
Flame always had an extra room just in case mane wanted to come over, so that would be a good place! He walked up the stairs, turned a corner, and tada! He carefully lay mane on the bed, checking for serious injuries. Nothing seems too bad I guess.
He forces mane to drink a regen potion before he takes off his armour. Ok nevermind, there might be very serious injuries.
"oh mane..why can't you just take care of yourself" flame mutters to himself.
he takes manes bloody shirt off, making a reminder to wash it later because mane definitely won't. He even grabbed a new pair of bandages just for mane. He wrapped 3-4 layers around his chest, that should be enough.
He was going to leave for his very late meeting, but aw, he didn't have the heart to leave his brother. What if he did something like this again as soon as he woke up.
He sat down on a nearby chair, waiting for mane to wake up. After a while, he realized this might actually take a long time. Eh, whatever. Good excuse to not do anything today. Who could say anything if he told them he was with his injured, unconscious brother?
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MANEPEAR'S PERSPECTIVE
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Fuck..his head hurt so bad. What happened..? As he opened his eyes, he let the light seep in. It hurt, but in a good way. As he blinks away to look clearly, he realizes flames with him. When did he talk to fla- oh. Right, he was fighting someone, something happened, maybe flame was there with him? God he couldn't think straight.
He tried to sit up, but his ribs immediately betrayed him.
"Fuck.." he mutters.
He reluctantly lies back down, not being able to bare the pain. He had never been hurt so badly before because no one has ever got an actually clean shot at him. This would probably get him into a lecture..ughhh everything hurt so bad right now. He looks to the side and sees flame standing over him, like he was saying something. Mane's ears were ringing so hard he couldn't even hear flame, but flame seemed worried. Aw, was his brother worried about him?
As he blankly stares at flame, perhaps flame would have thought that maybe mane couldn't hear him because he stopped talking. Flame took out a shiny, golden apple and fed it to Mane. This kind of reminded him of when they were kids and mane was a pain in the ass. He remembers when he used to ask flame to feed him and take care of him, just because he knew flame couldn't refuse. He misses those moments. Why couldn't they go back to the days when they didn't have a care in the world about pvp and all that bs?
He gets snapped back to reality after realizing flame was getting up to leave. Mane wasn't pathetic, but yet he instinctively grabbed onto flames arm. Flame turns around, maybe to make sure he was ok, but mane wasn't going to be ok. He wanted someone, no fuck it. He wanted flame to be here. He needed flame to be here. Maybe flame got it by the desperate look in manes eyes as he sat back down. On a different day, flame would probably complain about mane being a clingy baby, but mane couldn't care less.
Even when flame sat back down, mane's grip on his arm never faltered. He didn't want flame to leave his side at all. Was he being annoying, pathetic, and ruining his brothers plans? Probably. Did he care? No. Sometimes Mane wonders if Flame ever gets tired of him, would that be the case right now? He looks back at flame who's holding onto manes hand gently, too gently. He wasn't a fragile kid anymore, but he didn't mind flame holding onto him aswell.
He feels sleep tugging at his brain. He was tired, but he was scared flame was gonna leave. "Flame?"
"What's up"
"Don't leave..me, please.."
".."
"I won't"
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise."