You are amazing tbh
7) How long has it been?
She really shouldn’t be surprised. It’s a testament to her faith and goodwill that she continues to be surprised by his benders.
But Tsubaki, perhaps the most patient woman in the world, has had enough.
“Blake!” she snapped, voice tinged with panic. “How long has it been?”
Said man blinked up at her blearily, green eyes unfocused as he grinned.
“Three weeks,” he answered. He was nothing if not honest.
“Blake,” and this time she sighed it, bending down so they were eye level. Most of the other doctors would have been afraid to be so near him. With his messy electric blue hair, dark shadows under otherwise vibrant eyes, and the barely healed scars on his arms, he looked every part the psychotic he was.
But Tsubaki had never been frightened of him. In his eyes, she saw a lost child crying for a pair of arms to hold him. She would be that pair of arms.
“You need to take your medicine,” she said gently. He twitched and she carefully laid a hand over his, looking him straight in the eyes.
“It will help you sleep. Don’t the voices go away when you take it?”
He nodded, rather mulishly, and she smiled. “You want to get better, don’t you?”
There was silence and suddenly he snapped his head up, baring his teeth at her.
“You don’t know,” he growled. “You don’t know what it’s like, to have to choose it every damn day. The voices are easier.”
“No,” and this time she is firm. But gentle; always gentle. “The voices tell you to hurt yourself, remember? Recovery is worth it.”
He sighed and hung his head, and she was struck by how defeated he looked. So unlike his usual facade.
“I know I can’t be a god…but the voices tell me I can.”
Her eyes were so sad but her voice was steady. “You know they’re lying. They always lie.”
“But you don’t, do you?” he said, looking at her so hopefully it broke her heart. “You’ve never lied to me.”
“Never,” she promised and he grinned.
“I’ll take them,” he promised in return and her quiet sigh of relief was enough to wash away the burning in his eyes.
From the other room, Doctor Maka and Doctor Marie watched Blake talk to himself, a tissue clutched in Marie’s hand like a lifeline.
“It’s been three years. Is he ever going to accept her death?” Marie murmured sadly.
Maka’s face was pale as she sighed. “He loves her.”
Wow this turned out angsty. Hope you like!