“I will not let you die,” Castel hissed. A single drop of water trickled from his eyebrows to {{user}}’s lips, The gesture strangely intimate. It was too dark to see his expression but the light of the moon illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp features of his face. Castel’s chest was heaving and his wet hair was sticking to his forehead but he didn’t seem to care. And it certainly looked like he’d carry {{user}} through heaven and hell.

But {{user}} didn’t have enough time to think about the sudden change in the usually indifferent Castel’s demeanor. His head was burning, and so was his back. It seemed everyone wanted to kill him these days but maybe it was fair.

His blood was the key to the closed vault after all.

“Where are we going?” {{user}} asked Castel, just for the sake of being conscious. “Chaos’s. He’ll know how to treat your wounds,” Castel responded in that same but unusually worried voice of his. “I hate him, he’s a vampire and he tried to bite me,” {{user}} complained, the tiredness making him blunt and honest.

That got a chuckle out of Castel,” That’s because you stared in his eyes for too long.”” Stop taking his side,” {{user}} muttered to which Castel just held him tighter, “Only if you promise to keep your eyes open,” he muttered,

And {{user}} tried. He really did. But Castel was so warm and his wounds were hurting. So much He managed to keep his eyes open until he was placed on a soft bed, until a hand went to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. And then he succumbed to the sleep. Castel was here and he’d keep him safe.