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Micha didn’t know how he got here. He stumbled forward- falling forward with a thud. He lets out a small squeak, trembling on the grass. His body hurt.. he grunted- blinking slowly. His back felt weird.. his head pounded. He sat up only to look over his shoulder and see wings. Had he died? All he remembered was..
..Pain— Micha let out a strangled noise, leaning forward over himself clenching his stomach. It hurt to breathe. His body ached. He felt like he needed to puke.
He didn’t know where he was. Or what happened. He only remembered—
That shooting pain again in his head. His ears rang. He gagged- tears prickling up in his eyes. Then he heard a familiar voice.. the pain faded.
"Micha?"
Regect. His voice was shaky- uncertain. Like he didn’t think what he was seeing was real. Like he thought the person in front of him would disappear. His eyes widen as he turns to Regect- perking up at his voice. "REGECT!" He cried out, his speech a little off. He forced himself to his feet and rushed forward- stumbling over himself. He grabbed onto Regects leg tightly.
"..Is this—"
"IVE MISSED YOU!!" Micha exclaimed, looking up at Regect. Regect looked shaken. It was hard to tell what he was feeling since he had no face, but his body stiffened.He then broke. He crouched down, hugging Micha tightly. “How are you— why are you..-" His voice wavered, his tone torn between joy and worry. How was Micha here? He had saw the wings already. Why did he have to see Micha again like this?
Regect forced himself to not ask. He knew what this meant. He was just a kid, this couldn’t- "I’ve missed you too." He strained trying his best and somewhat failing to repress sobs. He felt extremely overwhelmed with what was in front of him.
"..I’ve missed you so much, Em."
Micha looked up at him, noticing his sobs despite Regect trying to quiet them. "..Are you okay?" He asked looking worried and confused. Of course. Micha probably doesn’t understand. What child would understand how impactful death is? Regect inhaled sharply, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Yeah.. Yeah. I’m okay. I’m just.." What could he say? What should he say? "..I’m okay. I just.. I’m just really happy to see you." Micha smiled up at him when he said that, practically beaming.
"Thank you for waiting! I’m sorry I never got back on.." Michas struggle to speak clearly was more noticeable now when he spoke for longer. Regect immediately picked up on it. That wasn’t normal, was it? He knew Micha was a kid.. but not his exact age.
His chest tightened. Right. He was supposed to be waiting for him. To stay right there.
"..You’re welcome." Regect felt awful. Despite waiting there for so long, he stopped. He stopped sitting there. He eventually left. And now that Micha returned he felt even worse about leaving that spot. He stayed silent for a moment. "How are you feeling?" He tried to keep his voice steady. To not sound worried. Despite his attempts, worry was clear in his voice. "..A little tired.. and nauseous.." He sounded tired. It made Regect felt even more anxious.
"..Okay. Okay, yeah. Makes sense." Regect sat up more putting a hand on Michas shoulder. His hug loosened when Micha said that, his other arm moving away from him. He cleared his throat petting Michas head gently. "Let’s.. let’s get you inside then.." Micha nodded letting out a small hum in response as he rubbed his eye.
Regect stood up holding a hand out for Micha. He accepted it, struggling to get up to his feet. He noticed his legs shaking when he did as he stumbled forward. "Sh— Are you okay?" He immediately caught him, putting his hands under Michas arms.
Micha let out a shaky breath. He looked extremely fatigued. "I-I’m okay.. I just thought I would be able too.." Without thinking Regect picked him up, causing Micha to let out a small noise in alarm. Even without standing his legs shook. Micha looked extremely nauseous and disoriented- causing Regects worry to grow. He didn’t speak as he teleported inside, holding Micha closely.
Regect teleporting made Micha even more nauseous but he didn’t say anything about that. He winced- body tensing as it happened. It felt strange and disorienting but cool. Regect laid him down on his bed, being extremely gentle while doing so like he was afraid he would break. It felt uncomfortable laying on his back. He hasn’t had time yet to get used to his wings and laying on them made them ache. Micha rolled over to his side with a slight wince blinking as he got used to the soft light in the room.
Regect noticed his discomfort immediately. "Does it hurt?" He asked- standing next to the bed. He didn’t know what to do. He’s never taken care of someone who was sick. "..My back does a little.. I j-just am tired.." It made it harder to deal with the fact Micha was a child.. one he knew had to stay at the hospital for a long time. His voice still sounded weird. Of course, he didn’t know what for. Why is he so exhausted? How was he supposed to know what to do?
Regect snapped out of his train of thought. It took him awhile to catch up. "Do you need anything..? Is there any- anything I can to do help?" He asked again. He felt stupid. Micha smiled weakly. "I’m okay.." He yawned. Regects tense posture softened. Whatever happened, it took a lot of energy out of him. It made sense.
"Okay. That’s.. that’s fine. Yeah. Get some rest.., kid."
"..I’m sorry for feeling sick.." The last thing he wanted to do was sleep. He wanted to play with Regect and get the tour he never gotten. Regects stomach ached. Why was he apologizing? That’s the last thing he should be doing. "..It’s.. It’s okay. There’s no need for that Em." Regect said softly. Micha moved slightly, trying to get comfortable. It was hard to. "But you waited..-" Regect carefully put his hand on his head.
"If I waited that long already, I can wait a little longer."
"..Okay."
There was silence for awhile. It was a lot for both of them to take in for Regect especially. Despite being the one who didn’t just die it seemed he was more affected by this. "Just get some rest. I’ll.. I’ll be downstairs." He wanted to stay with Micha. He felt like he had to but he didn’t want to stop the kid from sleeping. Micha simply hummed in acknowledgement. His eyes were already closed.
Regect covered him with a blanket making sure it didn’t lay on his wings. He felt torn. He wanted to stay. He stands there for awhile, then finally left. He teleported out of the room to make no noise.