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4C wasn't sure what was going through his mind when he did it. The voice had gotten louder again. God, taunting him, telling him that no one cared.
It was too loud in his own head. He needed- he needed quiet, he needed peace, he needed to get away from him-
Tears pricked at his eyes as he gasped slightly, pain shooting down his leg as the knife dropped from his hands. He hummed quietly, and he was left in silence.
Silence. Yeah, that was good. Silence was safe. Nothing can hurt him when it's quiet. 4C looked down at his leg. He didn't mean to do that. It was bleeding a lot.
4C sat down. Hands shaking, he grabbed some spare bandages from his satchel and placed it next to his leg. He slowly lifted his pants and winced slightly.
The knife had dropped down most of his lower leg, starting halfway from his knee down to his ankle. Bandages probably wouldn't be enough. That's all he had, though. He's survived worse.
He made sure they were secure, and twisted his pants in a way that meant the bandages couldn't be seen.
He silently wondered if his friends would be disappointed in him.
He said that he didnt need them though..
4C shook his head and forced himself up onto his feet. His vision was surprisingly clear. He stumbled slightly, then started walking towards the building he and Mae had agreed to start building today.
The comfortable silence soon turned into slight hustle and bustle from the kingdom. He always hated busy places. At home, silence meant he could keep things to himself. When it was loud, he had to protect his right to live.
He slowly walked into the building that they were meeting up in. Mae greeted him enthusiastically and they started building, chatting and doing stupid stuff. He nearly forgot about what he had done earlier. Nearly.
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They had finished the building, and 4Cs head was killing him. His injury must have caught up to him.
“You ok?” Mae asked, looking at him with concerned eyes. He tried to force out a yes, but instead stumbled and fell, vision spotting.
Mae managed to catch him and she gasped.
“4C?? What's wrong??”
“Leg..” he muttered, speech slurred. They gently lowered him on the ground as his vision was filled with stars. The godforsaken stars. He still had to mock him-?!
His vision blurred and he laid his head on the wall. Mae was talking to him? Were they? He faintly heard the names Nom and Scott.
4C panicked. “No..” he muttered, shaking his head. “No no no no- they cant see me like this they cant-”
His voice broke slightly. Mae placed a hand on his chest as he tried to stand up. He shifted under their grasp before laying his back on the wall again.
Mae took a sharp breath of air as she lifted the pant leg. “4C-” she said, voice cracking. “4C, this is bad.”
He mumbled something illegible. He shook. He was cold. But he was sweating. That wasn't right?
Everything caved in, blurring into black.
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When he woke up, he was in bed. That hadn't happened in a while. His ears were ringing and his head was spinning. Hey, that kinda rhymed! Kinda..
The room was quiet. He liked that. That was good. Quiet was good. He begged all holy- unholy forces that it stayed that way.
Though maybe it was the ringing drowning everything out, because he could slowly make out muffled voices. He shoved his face into the pillow, trying to fight off the wave of dizziness that had hit him suddenly.
“What did you say happened again?” One of the voices asked. It sounded like home. Home was good, right? But.. with his siblings at the swamps home wasn't good.. Something was telling him this home was good… Nom?
A second voice answered. “We were just building, and then he looked off, so I asked him then he collapsed! And he told me his leg was bad and he was bleeding so much and, and-”
“Shhh, calm down Mae, just breathe..” a third one said. This one had an accent. The second one had to be Mae, so this one was Scott? Sounds right.
4C shifted in the covers. He felt like he was forgetting something important. Why was he in bed again? He didn't even own one.
Nom, Scott and Mae stopped talking, and he heard the sound of the door closing. He shifted in the covers again and opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit, most of the light coming through from the half open window.
He forced himself up onto his lap with shaking arms, wincing when a sharp pain shot through his leg. Ah. That was what he was forgetting.
He threw the covers off him and inspected the damage. Most of his pant leg had been cut off, showing the bandages. There were dark blue marks from when the blood soaked through.
4C flinched as he heard the door opening from the side. He turned and saw Scott staring at him.
“Hey.” he said awkwardly, waving at the half-elf.
“Youre awake. Oh my Aeor- thank the gods..” he muttered, putting down the potted plant he had been holding and walking over to the slime. “Are you aware youve been unconscious for two days?!”
He blinked. “No..” Scott sighed.
“What happened? Your leg was bleeding so much. And you clearly knew about it, seeing as you bandaged it.”
“I- I accidentally cut myself. It's fine.”
“How do you accidentally nearly kill yourself?!”
4C flinched and shrunk back into himself, tears pricking at his eyes again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Scott winced.
“I'm sorry- I didn't mean to yell. I.. I'm going to tell Mae and Nom you're alive. You… you scared the hell out of us 4C.”
He nodded quietly. “Can you.. not bring them in here?” he mumbled. “I'm tired..”
Scott sighed but nodded. “Ill be back soon. I need to check the bandages.”
He watched the mage walk out of the room. He was so stupid. How did he mess up that badly? He was usually better than this.
It was all God's fault. Every time he accidentally hurt himself, that he had a near death experience, it was God's fault. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. God never answered his prayers, he might as well distance himself from the heavens.
He turned over onto his side, and fell into a restless sleep.