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[levater.livejournal.com]

*is huddled in the corner of a room, arms over his head, as if trying to brace himself for something*

I-I'll be good... I'll be good, I promise....!


((...S-so you know Metalhead [crimsongrunge ]? I'm kind of jumping on the bandwagon here. Here's his nine year old self, before he ran away from his parents. S-SORRY FOR MORE EMO, BUT MAKE HIM HAPPY? 8DD))

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[flinches slightly and bites his lip before answering] ...It's okay. You aren't bad...

[levater.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You really aren't... I just don't want you to fall, or accidentally make me fall.

[levater.livejournal.com]

... *clings onto him* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[hugs him gently]

[levater.livejournal.com]

H-how much... farther...?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Just down this hall... It's near the room we're moving from, so it's close for me to get anything you need.

[levater.livejournal.com]

.... *shuffles along with him, trying not to trip* ... *but does so, this time, managing to fall onto his knees* O-ow...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[falls with him, immediately turning towards him and looking him over]

[levater.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I'm so useless... can't even walk properly...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[hugs him tightly] You aren't useless... It's not your fault you're sick and haven't eaten, that makes it really hard to walk.

[levater.livejournal.com]

Th-that... isn't an excuse... Dad always said that....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

But you can't do it if you're this weak... It really isn't your fault. It's the fault of whoever hurt you and didn't feed you and those things.

[levater.livejournal.com]

....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you hurt at all?

[levater.livejournal.com]

M-my knees...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Let me see...

[levater.livejournal.com]

*lets him - his knees are buising pretty fast, now... if he can even see them under the rest of the bruises on his legs*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I think they should be okay... Unless they were broken or something before you got here, at least.

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Then they'll be alright... They're just bruised. I can get you some ice or something once we get you to your bed...

[levater.livejournal.com]

*tries to push himself up again* O-okay...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[helps him] We'll be there soon... It's right there. [points to a door of a room]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*looks at the door, and takes a small step forward*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[carefully supports him again, letting him set the pace]