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Paladiknight: A Narrative Fiction

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Leorio could feel his heart beating roughly against his sternum. Thump thump, thump thump. Nausea simmered in his stomach, around what felt like a rock the size of his fist. It’s not this big of a deal. The med student let out a shuddering sigh, tears prickling at the brim of his eyes. His fingernails dug into the bottoms of his scrubs, scraping at the skin of his thighs. It’s treatable. Curable. His teeth ground together, forming a dam to hold back the sobs that had begun to rise in his throat. Under no circumstances would he let them escape, not in the middle of a shift. But still… “Paladiknight.” At the sound of his name, the young man raised his eyes, forcing back any evidence of his emotional reaction. He had to be professional in the …show more content…

“If I can’t, I’m going to hide here anyway until someone finds me,” he joked, laughing. “How are you?” “Just as well as when you asked me a few seconds ago.” The blonde quipped, a soft grin forming over his lips. “How are you?” A small, tense exhale passed through the med student’s lips. “I’m fine, why?” “You don’t seem fine.” Kurapika stared at him with those big brown eyes, through pupils that seemed to take in everything. “Are you sure?” “Of course I’m sure.” He wasn’t, and it was clear to anyone who knew the young man. Kurapika tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing by mere millimeters. It was enough to break him. Leorio clenched his teeth again, wells forming in his eyes. He bent over his legs, shoving his elbows into his knees as he ran his fingers through his short black hair. A muffled cry escaped, despite his best attempt to bite down on it and drag it back down his throat. “Leorio…” The Kurta placed his hand on Leorio’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Come here.” He shifted in bed, opening up a space for his friend. He wouldn’t move. The blades of his shoulders shook with sobs. …show more content…

“I don’t even know why,” he struggled to push out, voice barely comprehensible through the tears and mucus. “They can fix you!” Kurapika hugged him tighter, pulling the large young man into his lap. “But there’s a certain trauma that comes with it. It’s the same reason I can’t stand spiders, Leorio.” The snivelling med student nodded, shifting so he wasn’t so heavy on his friend’s lap, so he didn’t cut off circulation in the Kurta’s legs. He leaned into the soft, plush chest of his best friend, resigning himself to ride out his emotions. Everything would be okay, and logically he knew that, but for some reason his fear and anxiety of losing another friend to a curable disease was too much for him to handle. The blonde boy hugged him and rubbed his back, letting him release all of this pent-up emotion. He pressed his nose into dark hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his friend and kissing his scalp reassuringly. “I’ll come out of this, Leorio.” Leorio. He loved hearing his own name in the musical, familiar, and in a way motherly tone of Kurapika’s voice. He’d never admit it; especially considering the spats the topic had induced early on in their relationship. When Kurapika pronounced his name correctly, with the familiarity of one who needs not use honorifics, it began to feel almost like

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