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Prompt 29/31: “You could’ve warned me.” / “You haven’t lost me.”

    “Get out!” The door flew open, and the Author was thrown out, stumbling a few steps before falling to his knees. In the doorway just behind him stood a mass of whipping black that just barely resembled Dark.

    “Don’t dare show your face again without results.” Dark hissed. Then he shifted, levelling Blue with a scathing glare. “Remove yourselves from my sight.”

    Blue gave a stiff nod and stooped to pull the Author to his feet as Dark retreated and the door to his office slammed closed.

    “You- you could’ve warned me-” the Author gave a shrill gasp when he was forcibly yanked to his feet and clamped a hand over his side. Blood dripped from a cut his forehead and from several deep gashes in his chest. “You could’ve fucking warned me that he was in a bad mood.”

    “It would not have made much of a difference.” Blue said, allowing the Author to lean on him as they made their way down the hallway. “It certainly would not have affected the outcome.”

    The Author grunted. “I’m surprised he’s still making you help me.”

    “You mean tasking me with putting you back together every time one of your idiotic plans fall apart?” Blue arched an eyebrow. “Dark believes you to be useful. Therefore, you haven’t lost me.”

    “Good to know.” Another grunt and the Author was pitching forward, only avoiding another fall because Blue had an arm around his waist.

    “You are losing blood. Let’s return to the cabin so I can patch your wounds.” Blue helped the Author straighten before pulling him more insistently toward the exit.

—

“The next time I see you, you better have results.” Dark was calm as he said it, but the expression on his face indicated he was anything but as he gave the Host a harsh shove, thrusting him from his office into the hallway.

The Host tripped over his own feet but managed to reach out and find the wall. Blood oozed steadily down his face from his sodden bandages and a badly broken nose, staining his teeth and his lips crimson.

Regaining his balance- but still swaying on his feet, dizzy and disoriented due to blood loss- he turned to reply, but Dark had already shut the door.

“You appear to be bleeding, Host.” A familiar voice, a familiar presence. Familiar hands, helping him straighten and reorient himself.

A dry smile pulled at the Host’s lips. “The Host informs Google Blue that he was well aware of that.”

    “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, then.” A hint of humor, a hand in his, pulling him gently but insistently down the hallway, away from Dark’s office and the swirling black that dwelled inside. “I will take you to see Dr. Iplier.”

    “The Host is surprised Google Blue has not grown tired of escorting him to the clinic yet.”

    “You underestimate me, Host.” Blue replied. “You have not lost me yet.”