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Even as exhausted as he was, expecting a night's sleep free of nightmares was apparently too much to expect. He was back in that basement, but now he could hear the panicked thoughts of kids- the kids they had taken from the streets, the kids who were begging for his help. And the closer he got, the louder their screams got. But when he found them, he just found the teenage version of himself, before feeling cold hands clamp over his face and mouth-
And then someone shook his arm, dragging him to consciousness. There was a brief moment before the pain hit where all Lucian felt was disorientation, trying to remember where he was and why he was there. And then the pain hit and it all came flooding back.
Lucian just groaned in response to Markus calling him. His headache wasn't exactly fun, but considering how much his whole body ached, it didn't feel that bad. He went to sit up and inhaled sharply as he moved a little too fast, but propped himself up as best he could. "Morning," he mumbled, focusing mostly on the coffee and painkillers in front of him. He took the painkillers with a large mouthful of coffee. It was only then he noticed the food, and raised an eyebrow, smirking at Markus. "Breakfast in bed? Aren't I lucky?" He quipped. "I don't think anyone has ever made me breakfast in bed before."
In reality, it was a gesture that took Lucian back a little. Nobody had ever done it for him. And it brought home the... kindness that Markus had shown Lucian. Lucian would have been grateful if Markus had just dumped him on the couch and had left him there to sleep it off. It was more than had been done for him the last time. But here he was, in Markus' clothes, in his bed, having breakfast after Markus had saved his ass. And he didn't want to dwell on how that made him feel.
"Markus, I have a very important question. What day is it?" He asked, still feeling half asleep. "Because when you're constantly being drugged and having your ass kicked, you kinda lose track of time, and I need to figure out how much time I have left before the ball."