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Knife groaned in annoyance and pain on the ground, he remembered hitting the ground and passing out due to the lack of sleep he gets every night. His vision was blurry and his hearing was muffled but faintly heard a soft voice calling his name. He could faintly see figure crouched down next to him.
“knife? You alright?” Suitcase said, leaning over knife. She was the ‘figure’ that Knife was vaguely seeing.
He couldn’t tell much about the persons looks besides for two things. One, he could tell the person had a smaller frame, too small to be a male. Two, he noticed her long, brown, curly hair. He looked up hazily at the figure.
"Mhh.. So angels have brown hair.." Knife muttered to the girl above him, his mind still fuzzy. "I had no idea.."
Suitcase immediately paused, her face dusting in a light pink blush. She decided to just ignore it. It was just knife being delirious after bashing his head on the floor.
“Uhh… are you alright…?” She said, moving her arm under his head to help him sit up. Knife just made an unintelligible groaning noise.
She looped her other arm under knifes legs and stood up, holding him in a Princess hold. Knife usually would’ve gotten embarrassed and squirmed until he was let free, but he was too far gone to even know his surroundings properly.
She carried him all the way to Salts hospital, noticing a while back that Knife had knocked out a while ago in her arms. That only made her rush slightly faster.
Once she arrived at salts hospitals and checked him in immediately, doing all the paperwork necessary as she waited in the waiting room. Her leg bounced anxiously once she finished. What did he mean by “Angel”? Did he just think he was in heaven, or was it more than that…? Eh, she was probably looking too deep into this. It meant nothing… right…?
She sat there waiting, getting more anxious by the second. Knifes injuries weren’t that serious, probably just a minor concussion at best.
Suddenly, Salts voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Knifes doing alright. He’s got a minor concussion and some scrapping on his back. He should be good to go whenever someone’s willing to pick him up or he heals.”
Suitcase nodded “I’ll take him home,” She said, standing up.
“W-wait you should probably check up on him first!” Salt suddenly interjected. “His memory is still a little fuzzy so from the fall to now all that is blank.”
Oh, so that means he probably didn’t remember the Angel comment. That was good, since it would save Knife the embarrassment of having to explain anything he said.
Even though it was good news, it still lingered in the back of suitcases mind.
Suitcase pushed those thoughts aside and asked “Oh, what room is he in?”
Salt pointed down the hall “151. Down the hall to the right,” she said with a small nod. She ran her fingers through her short white hair and sighed as suitcase walked off.
Salt wanted to tell Suitcase about how fast Knife softened up when Salt informed him of her helping him, but she wanted to watch this unfold naturally. It’s not like knife did a good job hiding it anyways.
Suitcase gently knocked on the door of room 151. She didn’t think anyone was in there besides Knife, so if he didn’t answer he was probably resting. She was gonna walk away when she heard Knifes raspy voice say “come in”.
Gosh, he sounded so exhausted. She almost felt bad for knocking, yet she still opened the door and stepped in.
“How are you feeling..?” She said as the door softly clicked shut behind her.
Knife looked so tired. He desperately needed rest, not just from never sleeping, but from the wounds wearing him down like sandpaper. It seems the tiredness was finally catching up to him.
“M’fine…” he mumbled quietly, his raspy voice sounding much quieter than usual.
She moved to stand next to his bed, close but still keeping her distance. Before she could say anything, knife got to it first. “Salt told me that you brought me here. She said you looked pale as a ghost and very antsy,” he said with a tired chuckle.
Suitcase flushed softly, but she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t even that embarrassing. “I was just worried… you practically gave me a heart attack!” She huffed, trying to fein annoyance although her mouth twitched up into a smile.
“Heh… yeah sure…” he said, shifting in the bed.
After that they fell into an awkward silence. She quickly spoke again, trying to cut the uncomfortable silence. “If you’d be fine with it… you can stay at my place until you’re all healed up,” she fidgeted with ends of her long, brown hair, not sure how he’d answer.
“I don’t mind,” he said, all too quickly before clearing his throat. “I mean- yeah sure… whatever is fine..” he mumbled.
Suitcase nodded and turned to leave “I’ll let Salt know I’m taking you home” and with that she walked out, leaving Knife all alone.
Knife sighed and laid in the stiff, uncomfortable hospital bed. It wasn’t that good, but it was a bed. He still felt embarrassed about how fast he jumped at Suitcases offer.
But for now he’d just rest until suitcase came back…