"Nnnghh…" The old man grunted weakly. The pain in his heart was indescribable. For hours he had lain there on the floor of the shower… Hours of flying around in a haze of consciousness…
He was almost certainly on the verge of death when he felt a comforting and familiar presence reach out to him and in his depleted state he did what was only natural… He reached right back.
Through the void a finger of feeling dimly made itself known. A cry of agony, an S.O.S., a whimper in the dark.
Immediately it was answered.
He was saved.
Phideaux did as he was told, too weak to argue back like normal.
The sensation was warm and comforting and without realizing it he leaned against Opal completely, unconsciously begging for more. “O…p…l…”
He breathed as instructed but he was still too weak to move on his own.
The Caregiver sighed in relief. At least the other was forming complete words now. If he were a larger person he would have simply carried the older male to the couch and wrapped them in blankets. As it was however he concentrated on generating heat with his psionics for the other.
He smiled wryly against the others shoulder.
"Talk to me."
He grumbled and tried to move, feebly trying to cover himself with the towel. “Out… I want want out…”
With that the youth decided he was done being a space-heater, and switched his energy back into the usual tendrils, removing himself from the other and carefully stepping out of the shower.
He grimaced a little now that the extra warmth was gone, and he himself was standing sopping wet in his clothes. He braced himself against the shower frame with one hand, the other lightly gesturing in the air as he slipped the tendrils under the other’s arms and lifted him up to help him stand.
He paused there, studying the others movements to see if Phideaux was strong enough to walk yet.