(Noctis found San sleeping and he left without making too much noise, he wasn't about to wake his friend up. He'd gone down to the lobby and gotten some food, then outside to see about the temperature. He didn't linger too long outside and instead came in to talk to some of the staff about the whole room situation. Why they were assigned rooms and why they had to share?
Not that he minded sharing it with San, but his friend was the only one he actually had a relationship with. The other roommates he had weren't people he'd even met.
Noct returns to the room about a hour after he left and finds San still sleeping. He doesn't want to wake him up so he sneaks back out and goes to the library. He spends about three hours there before he goes outside to practice on his warping skills and his ability to manifest his weapons from thin air. He feels good about that and returns to the hotel. He goes over to the room and checks to see if San's still in the room. He wants to grab some lunch with his friend.
When he gets there he sees San is still asleep.
That's when the worry sets in.
His heart about drops from his chest and out his foot. The thought of San suffering suddenly brings a quivering panic to Noctis and he rushes to his friend's side and starts to shake his friend. Wake up... wake up.. He's calling his friend's name, he's pale, his eyes are wide, and he looks around the room as if there was something there that could help him.
.... nothing.
Noctis places his hand on San's chest and he lowers his head to San's face where he can feel the other breathe. What's wrong with San?
It occurs to him, then, that perhaps he needs some of that energy - what the hell did he call it again? Noctis was too panicked to think clearly. He turns his face and brings his lips down on San's. A kiss, it needs saliva - so Noctis pushes his tongue past San's lips and into his mouth. His hand clenches San's shirt and he makes a small noise. Nothing enjoyable, of course, he's afraid.
Nothing changes and Noctis lifts his head up and feels sick.)
(Noctis was up most of the night, beside San. He alternated from the floor to sitting on the bed next to San. He had asked the staff up earlier to check on San and they told him this can happen from time to time and it's really nothing to worry about.
No doctor could revive San from this coma and eventually San will either wake up or disappear. That was what the staff told Noctis and it left him even more sick to his stomach.
He didn't leave the apartment again, not until the evening of the next day. He had to get some food and he brought it back to the apartment where he stayed with San again, this time he slept next to his friend, his hand held over San's chest. Taking comfort in the fact that his friend was breathing still.)
(The next morning came and Noctis felt stiff, uncomfortably so. That was when he realized something awful, he'd let San sleep there in the same position for far too long and he was panicked. He sat up and began to move San into a different position. He checked the flesh on San's backside. It looked fine.
It looked fine.
He wasn't a doctor or anything, it was just from his own experience from laying in the same spot too long that he could get bed sores. This, of course, was when he was a child and gotten hurt, badly. His nurses would come in and position him to avoid discomfort and bed sores.
He apologizes to San and props a few pillows up beneath San and positions him on his side. He'll change San's positions once again in about a hour. San's temperature seems to be fine, but Noctis wonders if San wouldn't respond to a bed bath. If that would be comfortable for him?
He starts with a warm bowl of water mixed with body wash, he covers San's hair, face, neck, and chest, changing his friend's shirt and then starts from the bottom up with San's feet. He doesn't do anything for San's mid section, and only goes so far up on San's thigh. He isn't sure San would appreciate the gesture. Or maybe it's more for Noctis, if he's being honest. He's not sure if he's allowed to care for San this intimately. So, for now, for this bath, he refrains from doing San's whole body.
He positions San a few times and finds a clean sponge to dab water across San's lips and drip into his mouth.)
(Noctis started talking to San by this day. Like his friend could really hear him, as if his friend could really absorb everything he was saying. He told him about what he did that day, how he felt, and what he missed from home. Who he missed. He also talked a lot about Prompto and Ignis. He didn't speak too much about Gladio - but his time in the spotlight would come. Especially if San kept sleeping like this.
Last night Noctis went to his bed, feeling as if he ought to try and get some sleep in his own bed. That lasted four hours before he crawled back into San's bed.
This time he moved his arms around San and pulled him closer to him. As if he were just a big warm teddy bear.
(Today was a relatively fine day. Perhaps it was the long good cry Noctis had the night before, but he was in good spirits and San got another bed bath, this time Noctis removed San's shorts and cleaned around San's underwear - apologizing for being intrusive the whole time and he kept a towel over San's mid-center for his own moral decency than San's.
Noctis was feeling relatively perky and had left the apartment a few times to retrieve some things for himself and for San. He'd come back with a book from the library which he read to San. He explained to his friend that he wasn't all that creative and reading to him was a better alternative than him coming up with a story.
By the time night came he sunk back into bed with San and held his friend close to him.)
(It was difficult for Noctis to get up the next morning. He'd stayed in a bit later than usual, which was easy to do with San sleeping next to him. He wasn't as excited as he was yesterday but he did manage to go down to the cafeteria for breakfast (or an early lunch, considering the time he'd gotten there) and then returned with fresh linen and a demon to help him move San and change the linen. Once done the demon took its leave. San was back in bed, in a fresh pair of clothes and with fresh blankets. Noctis thought it'd probably be a better idea not to sleep with San anymore. His body was probably worse on the linen than San's was.
He read from the book but ended up periodically dozing next to San on the floor. It was enough to give him insomnia for the night.)
(He didn't want to leave San's side all day and didn't end up leaving at all until later that night.
It was an impulse, a desire to feel something that wasn't just sorrow. It was a need to feel the crash of people and perhaps even feed that weird little high of voyeurism he discovered about himself.
So, after taking care of San he left and headed toward the club. He didn't want anything but a drink and to immerse himself in the scenery while others found bliss in the music and dance. He told himself he'd be gone for no more than a few hours.)
(Noctis had gone out to the club and found himself one Nyx Ulric, who he had brought back home with him to meet San. He was feeling better now that he had both Prompto and Nyx here.
More so Nyx specifically regarding San; as the other was in a bit of a different position than his friend was in. Prompto was his friend, as was Nyx - by default now more than ever since they both were here in Hell. Nyx carried the honor, however, of working for his father and he did so dutifully. Until the very end.
Nyx wanted to carry this out with Noctis here in Hell, and Noct was honored to have this arrangement and it made him feel less alone.
Especially because of San's condition. Noctis and Nyx had talked beside San for some time, then they went to bed. Nyx was given Noct's bed and Noct slept with San this night as well.)
(It felt like he hadn't been back in his suite for ages. Something had happened to him, something awful. He had lost track of Nyx, of Prompto, but more than anything he lost track of himself. He had turned into something that haunted him more than anything has yet. It likely had everything to do with the fact that he was the horror that walked the halls of the hotel, of Hell. Also the fact that he can still remember wanting it, desiring it, all that ill-intent, all that malice, all that disgusting filth and unspeakable desire.
None of this was anything he spoke to San about. In fact, he didn't speak to San much about anything for some time after he came back to his senses.)
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action ; 1/many (The first day)
Not that he minded sharing it with San, but his friend was the only one he actually had a relationship with. The other roommates he had weren't people he'd even met.
Noct returns to the room about a hour after he left and finds San still sleeping. He doesn't want to wake him up so he sneaks back out and goes to the library. He spends about three hours there before he goes outside to practice on his warping skills and his ability to manifest his weapons from thin air. He feels good about that and returns to the hotel. He goes over to the room and checks to see if San's still in the room. He wants to grab some lunch with his friend.
When he gets there he sees San is still asleep.
That's when the worry sets in.
His heart about drops from his chest and out his foot. The thought of San suffering suddenly brings a quivering panic to Noctis and he rushes to his friend's side and starts to shake his friend. Wake up... wake up.. He's calling his friend's name, he's pale, his eyes are wide, and he looks around the room as if there was something there that could help him.
.... nothing.
Noctis places his hand on San's chest and he lowers his head to San's face where he can feel the other breathe. What's wrong with San?
It occurs to him, then, that perhaps he needs some of that energy - what the hell did he call it again? Noctis was too panicked to think clearly. He turns his face and brings his lips down on San's. A kiss, it needs saliva - so Noctis pushes his tongue past San's lips and into his mouth. His hand clenches San's shirt and he makes a small noise. Nothing enjoyable, of course, he's afraid.
Nothing changes and Noctis lifts his head up and feels sick.)
Re: action ; 2/many (The second day)
No doctor could revive San from this coma and eventually San will either wake up or disappear. That was what the staff told Noctis and it left him even more sick to his stomach.
He didn't leave the apartment again, not until the evening of the next day. He had to get some food and he brought it back to the apartment where he stayed with San again, this time he slept next to his friend, his hand held over San's chest. Taking comfort in the fact that his friend was breathing still.)
Re: action ; 3/many (The third day)
It looked fine.
He wasn't a doctor or anything, it was just from his own experience from laying in the same spot too long that he could get bed sores. This, of course, was when he was a child and gotten hurt, badly. His nurses would come in and position him to avoid discomfort and bed sores.
He apologizes to San and props a few pillows up beneath San and positions him on his side. He'll change San's positions once again in about a hour. San's temperature seems to be fine, but Noctis wonders if San wouldn't respond to a bed bath. If that would be comfortable for him?
He starts with a warm bowl of water mixed with body wash, he covers San's hair, face, neck, and chest, changing his friend's shirt and then starts from the bottom up with San's feet. He doesn't do anything for San's mid section, and only goes so far up on San's thigh. He isn't sure San would appreciate the gesture. Or maybe it's more for Noctis, if he's being honest. He's not sure if he's allowed to care for San this intimately. So, for now, for this bath, he refrains from doing San's whole body.
He positions San a few times and finds a clean sponge to dab water across San's lips and drip into his mouth.)
Re: action ; 4/many (The fourth day)
Last night Noctis went to his bed, feeling as if he ought to try and get some sleep in his own bed. That lasted four hours before he crawled back into San's bed.
This time he moved his arms around San and pulled him closer to him. As if he were just a big warm teddy bear.
Then Noctis sobbed.)
Re: action ; 5/many (The fifth day)
Noctis was feeling relatively perky and had left the apartment a few times to retrieve some things for himself and for San. He'd come back with a book from the library which he read to San. He explained to his friend that he wasn't all that creative and reading to him was a better alternative than him coming up with a story.
By the time night came he sunk back into bed with San and held his friend close to him.)
Re: action ; 6/many (The sixth day)
He read from the book but ended up periodically dozing next to San on the floor. It was enough to give him insomnia for the night.)
Re: action ; 7/many (The seventh day)
It was an impulse, a desire to feel something that wasn't just sorrow. It was a need to feel the crash of people and perhaps even feed that weird little high of voyeurism he discovered about himself.
So, after taking care of San he left and headed toward the club. He didn't want anything but a drink and to immerse himself in the scenery while others found bliss in the music and dance. He told himself he'd be gone for no more than a few hours.)
Re: action ; 8/many (The 8th day)
More so Nyx specifically regarding San; as the other was in a bit of a different position than his friend was in. Prompto was his friend, as was Nyx - by default now more than ever since they both were here in Hell. Nyx carried the honor, however, of working for his father and he did so dutifully. Until the very end.
Nyx wanted to carry this out with Noctis here in Hell, and Noct was honored to have this arrangement and it made him feel less alone.
Especially because of San's condition. Noctis and Nyx had talked beside San for some time, then they went to bed. Nyx was given Noct's bed and Noct slept with San this night as well.)
Re: action ; ??/many (The ?? day)
None of this was anything he spoke to San about. In fact, he didn't speak to San much about anything for some time after he came back to his senses.)