Just Ill Enough [Krissy]

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta had been in the hospital for what seemed like forever. They poked and prodded at him for hours but he mostly slept. But after 3 weeks, they finally let him out. Sure he wasn't healthy, but his wounds from Jouhnin's attack had healed well enough, so they let him go. Since nobody knew what the hell was making him sick in the first place. But His master changed his chore routine, instead of working outside a lot, he was kept inside, doing little tasks. He was really ill-looking. He was abnormally pale and he had a constant fever. But it would go away, so he decided he'd go on despite it. The rashes on his skin grew worse by the day, his skin red like hives, but what he had didn't seem contagious. He was tired all the time, he passed out two or three times after they released him from the hospital, and he coughed like crazy sometimes. Going into huge coughing fits.

But what bothered the dark-haired man most was the fact that he rarely saw Kristopher during the day. Even when he was in the hospital, Kris only came by a couple times... and when he did... it wasn't the same. Kris wasn't really Kris. And it was bothering Augy. It was like Kris was slowly getting ripped from his grasp. Like the blond was slowly slipping through his fingers. And he didn't like it. But there wasn't much he could do about it, he couldn't seem o find the blond, and he didn't have the energy to chase him down. He was too weak to corner him and too tired as of late.

And this illness, scared him to death.

Augy was washing dishes at the time. Coughing here and there, he was dressed in a pair of slate gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt under his thick leather jacket. He had a high fever but felt very cold. He wasn't wearing shoes though, he was too sore to bend down to put them on. He scrubbed the dishes in the soapy water before drying them off with a towel. He must have been here for at least a half hour, washing dishes at a painfully slow pace. But the slaves cooking dinner should be arriving, so maybe he'd finally get to see Kris today...

He missed his little blond counterpart.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Sleep, it was one thing Kristopher had very little of as of late. The blond had a routine nowadays and it hadn't gone away. Wake up, Dress, do chores, visit Augy, go to library skip lunch and dinner, read, fall asleep in room. Repeat. So it was no surprise to see a zombie like Kris walking with books in his arms as he was making his way to the old dusty library.

He shifted the tombs in his lanky arms that where starting to feel the burn from carrying these damn things for so long. But he was on a mission, trying to figure out what was wrong with Augusta and reading large words gave him such a headache! Thankfully, Gloria was around to help him when she was able so that took some weight of his shoulders but not enough.

He had found it tough to go to the hospital everyday to see Augusta and then visit with Gloria on matters that involved his fiancee. Rather too tough as it made him more and more tired followed by his sudden withdraw--getting around to things was making it impossible. He couldn't stand to be near Augusta for more then thirty minutes, the guilt was killing Kristopher. He couldn't handle the fact he let Augusta die, even if he was brought back by Gloria. The idea of failure never occurred to him until now, he knew he couldn't save everyone but with Augusta---that wasn't an option.

So tired, lost, beat, and overall killing himself metaphorically, he walked into the kitchen to find a drink. His appetite no longer seemed to exist since he stopped working at the hospital and so not having ate properly and over the process of at least 2 1/2 weeks was showing and the shadow under his eyes was no better. Thankfully, make up could cure that even if he had to raid Pipers and other girls rooms for such things. He had to look somewhat normal.

Dropping his books down on a nearby island, he sighed heavily not even realizing Augusta was in the kitchen he spoke then, "Susie, do we have any scotch left, heaven knows I need it..." He turned then as he dug in his back pocket to pull out a cigarette.

He stopped digging for the object of his desire as soon as his green eye landed right on the one person he was going to avoid to day. His heart suddenly dropped down into his gut and yet he smiled that cute little fake smile he always gave to people in hopes he wouldn't get questioned over things he didn't want to talk about.

"Augusta. When did they release you?" He asked with a concerned voice and having a happy tone to it, even if he wasn't at all thrilled.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Susie, do we have any scotch left, heaven knows I need it..."

Augusta was putting down a plate when he heard Kristopher's voice. But he turned his head just a bit. Kris was drinking now? Well, more so then the normally small amount he did drink. He looked crappy too. Even with the make up he could tell. Apparently this was really pulling down on Kris. Was it him? Or was it everything that has happened. He didn't know, but it bothered him all the same. He saw Kris put on the seriously fake smile and he frowned. The Frenchman coughed a bit and turned around. He knew that smile was fake. Kris had been giving him fake smiles for weeks now.

"Augusta. When did they release you?"

Augusta didn't turn around, in fact he continued to slowly wash the dishes. " Yesterday..." he said bitterly. He was tired of Kris not talking to him, of hell, even looking in his general direction! Kris always came in with a fake smile and left. Kris hadn't held his hand or kissed him in a week now. What the Hell did Augy do wrong!? " Hell, you might have known if you ever bothered to come see me..." his voice was sour, like he had just down a bottle of vinegar. It was obvious that he was pissed. " I mean, you always come around, smiling that fake-ass smile of yours and saying everything fine... when we both know it's not fine!" he said, his words getting weaker. " I don't... I don't understand! The time I need you most... you start leaving me behind... your like... avoiding me!! Like I've got some contagious de--"

Augy stopped talking as a wet and soapy plate slipped out of his hands and smashed on the floor. Augusta started into a rough coughing fit, tears coming to his eyes as he backed up and bent down, slowly picking up the broken pieces even though he was coughing and ill. He was forcing himself through it, mostly because he was angry. But he looked stupid and pathetic now, hands fumbling at getting the broken parts off the floor, coughing uncontrollably, and on the verge of tears.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Yesterday... Hell, you might have known if you ever bothered to come see me..."

The blond flinched but he didn't say a word then, he merely averted his eyes. What was he supposed to tell Augusta? That he failed him and felt utterly useless, that he stood by and watched him die for the short time and it seriously effected him? Drove him mad to find some way to help Augusta but had no idea how too...and all the book's he had been reading day in and out gave him no leads.

Kristopher came to see Augusta off and on but never stayed long cause if he stayed too long---he felt sad, guilty and frightened. He didn't mind Augusta being sick--hell Kristopher's health was a touchie subject as well. But he didn't want to compare ilness. He had been wanting to help and deal with his own faliures his own way. Which meant a withdraw. He always held things in and he only smiled to try and make Augusta feel better...but he had forgotten how easy Augusta saw past his smiles.

I mean, you always come around, smiling that fake-ass smile of yours and saying everything fine... when we both know it's not fine! I don't... I don't understand! The time I need you most... you start leaving me behind... your like... avoiding me!! Like I've got some contagious de--

Still, the blond did not speak. Instead he turned away from his books and made sure his cigarette was going to stay in his pants. Augusta didn't need to know of Kristopher's old smoking habit coming back. Sure it wasn't good for Kristophers already non-exsitant immune system but it helped his stress levels. He needed it.

The blond bent down infront of Augusta, brushed his hands gently away from the broken plate so he wouldn't get hurt. Then he promptly picked up the pieces carefully, using it as a distraction to allow him to speak. "I'm not avoiding you, Davingoun." He stated seriously. He was surprised for even words to come from his lips. "Nor do you have any illness that I fear I might get from you. I'm just trying to find out whats wrong with you."

"And dealing with myself the only way I know how too." He thought to himself. "You shouldn't worry or jump to silly conclusions such as me leaving you behind." He stacked the broken pieces together, sliding them into a near by trashcan.

"However, you should be resting at home and not doing chores."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I'm not avoiding you, Davingoun. Nor do you have any illness that I fear I might get from you. I'm just trying to find out whats wrong with you. You shouldn't worry or jump to silly conclusions such as me leaving you behind."

Augusta looked up slightly at the blond who brushed his hands away. His face showed more hurt then anger and more weakness then confusion. He still didn't quite understand. If it wasn't anything wrong then why the heck was Kris avoiding him? Augy put his hands on his knees as he got his coughing fit under control. He felt his throat start to burn, he rubbed his neck lightly. Augy looked like a beaten animal then, letting his glance fall onto the floor, " T--then why are you always somewhere else? And why do you put on the fake smile? Somethings wrong Kristopher... I know there is... And you called me by my last name... you only do that when something's wrong!"

"However, you should be resting at home and not doing chores."

Augusta frowned, " Home is lonely... and your cat hates me... and it's cold there... I hate it without you..." these words he said softly, still looking at the floor. " Plus... Jouhnin wanted me back to work... " this was said even softer. Augusta put his hands on the floor, letting his body shift to the side so that he was actually sitting. " I got home and you weren't there and your cat attacked me again... and then I tried to go to sleep but... I just spent my whole night vomiting... I didn't get to see you..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" T--then why are you always somewhere else? And why do you put on the fake smile? Somethings wrong Kristopher... I know there is... And you called me by my last name... you only do that when something's wrong!"

The blonds soft smile that screamed fake fell from his lips and set into a deep frown. He paused only for a moment as he picked up the last few pieces and then tossed them away as if they where nothing more then an annoyance. He exhaled the breath he had no idea he was even holding which turned into a long sigh. Geez, what was he supposed to tell his future Husband? Raising a pale hand, he ran it through his tangled locks that he didn't even bother trying to brush out today, let along tame.

"It's nothing for you to be concerned about. All you need to focus on is getting better and not anything else." The blond rested his arms on his legs then, trying to figure out what he should tell Augusta and what not to speak about. It hurt his brain to even ponder on the answers he would have to give shortly.

" Home is lonely... and your cat hates me... and it's cold there... I hate it without you...Plus... Jouhnin wanted me back to work... I got home and you weren't there and your cat attacked me again... and then I tried to go to sleep but... I just spent my whole night vomiting... I didn't get to see you..."

"You're Master was never the smart one." He once again ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the curls in though. His green eye looked away from Augusta as he was busy trying to deal with himself. Trying to figure out how to make Augy feel better and not so---like this---but it was hard. Kris was trying to cover up his own feelings and he was sure if he was doing very good at it or not. Augusta could always read him and it sucked.

"However, screw him. Come on, let's get you to bed. I'll finish all your chores as well as mine."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"It's nothing for you to be concerned about. All you need to focus on is getting better and not anything else.

Augy didn't looked pleased. He moved back, away from Kris a little bit and shook his head. " No." he said with a dark tone to his voice. " Kristopher Allen Roberts... I may be ill... but if you don't give me a real answer... I'm gonna make you wish you were dead..." he said darkly. He was tired of this bullshit. He was tired of Kris changing the subject, tired of Kris walking away. He always tried to manuver his way out of tough situations, but sooner or later, " You're gonna just have to say it! Stop running away from whatever it is that's bother you! God Kris! Just stand up for once!" he said and grabbed Kris's hand in his. His face wasn't angry, it was sad either. It was more then that, it was the face of a guy that loved Kris and wanted to help.

" You keep saying I need to get better, but what about you? You're not okay... I want to help you, but if you keep hiding stuff from me... How am I ever going to tell if what you're saying to me is real or not? How am I supposed to believe everything's fine when you avoid me? " Augy smiled softly, " Please... we can't do this limbo thing anymore... I ne--want answers Kristopher... Please... let me help you..." he said softly, trying to pry this out of the blond.

" Please..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Kristopher Allen Roberts... I may be ill... but if you don't give me a real answer... I'm gonna make you wish you were dead..."

The blond blinked in surprise at the usage of his full name. Right then and there he knew he was in deep trouble if he didn't start talking and it looked like Augusta was totally serious with him. Like he would follow up on his threat and that didn't settle well with the tired blond. It must of looked like it too as the boy appeared to look even worse then he had been.

" You're gonna just have to say it! Stop running away from whatever it is that's bother you! God Kris! Just stand up for once!" You keep saying I need to get better, but what about you? You're not okay... I want to help you, but if you keep hiding stuff from me... How am I ever going to tell if what you're saying to me is real or not? How am I supposed to believe everything's fine when you avoid me? " Please... we can't do this limbo thing anymore... I ne--want answers Kristopher... Please... let me help you..."

The blond looked down at his hand that was being held by Augusta. It was shaking, either out of fear or lack of sleep and food. He had no idea really but he knew he wanted to smoke really bad right now. Really badly. Sighing once again the blond pulled away from his love and stood up.

What was he supposed to say? The truth? "So you want me to be truthful?" The blond asked with a very weak voice, he sounded the weakest he had ever been in his whole life. He went to the books that rested on the counter and put his hand upon them as if it would supoort him.

God, he was so good at running away but now it seemed like there was no escape. Augusta had him cornered.

"I freaked. I didn't help. Gloria is the one that kept you living and didn't give up while I did. I just stood there, staring as everyone moved around me." His voice was no higher then a whisper, his hand clenched not a tight fist. "I failed at keeping you safe and alive. I failed at being a doctor even...I couldn't do a damn thing, Augusta and I still can't find out what the fuck is wrong with you."

He put a hand over his face then, trying to keep himself together now. "Too much shit has gone on in the past three weeks and I seriously can't handle it all."

Jouhnin is right about me...I shouldn't even be around you..." These last part, he said under his breath, hoping Augusta's hearing wasn't so good.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"So you want me to be truthful? I freaked. I didn't help. Gloria is the one that kept you living and didn't give up while I did. I just stood there, staring as everyone moved around me. I failed at keeping you safe and alive. I failed at being a doctor even...I couldn't do a damn thing, Augusta and I still can't find out what the fuck is wrong with you."

Augusta looked up as Kris pulled away and stood, walking away from him. Augy grabbed the counter for support and pulled himself to his feet, turning to face Kristopher as he spoke. He listened and the more Kristopher said, the more Augy felt horrible for asking. He sighed and looked at his feet. He didn't hear Kris's last comment which was good for Kris. Augy would have stomped right into Jouhnin's room and thrown a fit. But the Frenchman didn't hear it so all was safe.

" You're so silly..." Augy said with a smile. He lifted his head and walked over to Kris, not close enough to invade his bubble, but enough to make a point. " Kristopher... " he sighed, " I know you're not gonna believe one once of what I'm gonna say but some part of me hopes you do..." He put his hands on the blonds shoulders. " You're not a failure Kris... I was dying... Nobody would have been able to do anything if someone they loved was dying... If you were taking your last breaths... Man, I'd be a wreck..." he chuckled at that. " And who cares, I don't... I don't care at all what is making me sick... I don't care if you dyed you're hair pink and became a cross dresser..."

Augy then forced Kris into a hug, " Quit beating yourself up... I'm alive aren't I? Shouldn't you be happy and embracing me because of that... instead of wasting your time... I'm going to get old or get sick and die sometime... why would you want to waste the time you have left?" He said softly, still holding Kristopher like a life-line. He was so worried that Kris hated him or something... or Kyle had been a pain in the ass again...

He was so worried...

[Kristopher Roberts]

You're so silly...Kristopher...I know you're not gonna believe one once of what I'm gonna say but some part of me hopes you do...You're not a failure Kris... I was dying... Nobody would have been able to do anything if someone they loved was dying... If you were taking your last breaths... Man, I'd be a wreck... And who cares, I don't... I don't care at all what is making me sick... I don't care if you dyed you're hair pink and became a cross dresser..."

The blond whipped around then, facing his love and looking in horror at him. His pale hands held onto the shirt Augusta was wearing as he spoke in a frantic voice. "Gloria did! I should of done something and I care! I care about whats making you sick and what if it kills you? What if I could stop it and then you wouldn't die! Don't say stupid things over serious matters!" He declared with his fearful voice, apparently this had been bothering Kristopher pretty badly to get this kind of a reaction out of the usually stotic boy.

"And I hate the color pink!" Wow, that was an odd ball thing to say really. "And I don't ever want to be in a dress..." He lowered his head then resting it against the strong chest of the Frenchman.

" Quit beating yourself up... I'm alive aren't I? Shouldn't you be happy and embracing me because of that... instead of wasting your time... I'm going to get old or get sick and die sometime... why would you want to waste the time you have left?"

"I can't help it...I--I even stopped working at the hosptial. I don't think I can work there again. Not after all this...I thought I could save people, but I couldn't even save you...even if you are here with me. It's hard not to think what I lost--almsot lost." He closed his only working eye, hiding withing his lovers embrace and trying so hard not to cry. His body shook slightly from the urges but he did not shed a tear. The boy hardly ever cried, he might have only four times in his life and now wasn't going to be one of them even if he wanted too so badly.

"I don't want you living me--e--even if Im a selfish-no-good-worthless-brat-of-a-boy."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Gloria did! I should of done something and I care! I care about whats making you sick and what if it kills you? What if I could stop it and then you wouldn't die! Don't say stupid things over serious matters!"

Augy chuckled, "sorry... I don't handle serious very well..." He then chuckled again when Kris said he hated the color pink and would never want to be in a dress. He felt the blond cling to his shirt and he just held him close. He put on hand on the blonds waist and the other on his upper back and just held him. He was sore and hurt like hell and was sicker then a dog, but he could do this. Just stand here with Kris. This made him feel just a little bit better.

"I can't help it...I--I even stopped working at the hosptial. I don't think I can work there again. Not after all this...I thought I could save people, but I couldn't even save you...even if you are here with me. It's hard not to think what I lost--almost lost."

The Frenchman sighed, " Kristopher... It wasn't your fault. You can save people... you've been doing it longer then I've known you. It's all you can do, you're too kind not to save people Kris... You couldn't save me because you were traumatized, everyone does it... trust me your not the only one..." He sighed, " How could you give up being a doctor, just because of one little incident? Really...? Maybe there is somebody who needs you right now... and you just decided to quit. Just cause you couldn't save one person? Are you gonna let all those people die, just because I croaked for a couple minutes?"

"I don't want you leaving me--e--even if I'm a selfish-no-good-worthless-brat-of-a-boy."

Augy let his hands travell up the boys back and put one hand on each side of Kristopher's face. He then forced the blond to look at him. " Kristopher Allen Roberts...You are not good-for-nothing, you are not worthless, and you are not a brat... yeah you may be a bit selfish at times... But..." he then kissed the blond lightly on the lips. " I wouldn't want you any other way..." Augusta then kissed the blond again before sighing, " And I will never leave you ever again... " he paused and gave him a thoughtful look. " You wanna know a secret?" he whispered as he kissed the blonds neck lightly.

" When I was dead... I was in his big dark room-thing... and there was this big black door... I was getting ready to walk through it when I heard you... You said you wouldn't leave me! is what I heard... it was so loud that I turned around... and then all I saw was Gloria and the bright white hospital walls. " Augy paused for a second before kissing the blonds ear. " If you hadn't of yelled at me... I wouldn't have turned around... You did save me..."

" And I ain't lying either..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Kristopher... It wasn't your fault. You can save people... you've been doing it longer then I've known you. It's all you can do, you're too kind not to save people Kris... You couldn't save me because you were traumatized, everyone does it... trust me your not the only one...How could you give up being a doctor, just because of one little incident? Really...? Maybe there is somebody who needs you right now... and you just decided to quit. Just cause you couldn't save one person? Are you gonna let all those people die, just because I croaked for a couple minutes?"

Kristopher shook his head into the dark haired man, "N--No. I wouldn't let them--I--I'm just being selfish again!" The boy let out a soft hiccup, apparently, he was choking back tears, trying so hard not to cry. He was failing it seemed as a few silent tears stained Augusta's shirt. But the boy didn't move, he just clang to his love and listened to him. Maybe Augusta was right, he needed to think of others and not let this event make him stop doing what he loved. Augusta would hate it if he stopped being a doctor.

" Kristopher Allen Roberts...You are not good-for-nothing, you are not worthless, and you are not a brat... yeah you may be a bit selfish at times... But...I wouldn't want you any other way...When I was dead... I was in his big dark room-thing... and there was this big black door... I was getting ready to walk through it when I heard you... You said you wouldn't leave me! is what I heard... it was so loud that I turned around... and then all I saw was Gloria and the bright white hospital walls. If you hadn't of yelled at me... I wouldn't have turned around... You did save me..."

" And I ain't lying either..."

The blond was looking up at Augusta now, his curls sticking to the side of his face and some being caught in his leather eye patch. He was chewing on his lower lip as Augusta kissed him here and there, his large green eye looking into Augusta's dark ones. Was this really true or was Augusta only saying this to make him feel better.

"I kicked the bed..." He muttered in an almost embrassing sounding voice. "I was angry at you then..." He admitted, his eyes averting after the kiss to his ear but he didn't move, he stayed right where he was at that moment. "You're right though. I'm glad you aren't dead and you are still with me...but I can't help but feel useless and selfish at the same time. I try not too...but I keep feeling like that."

He slowly put his arms around Augusta's middle, resting his head under Augusta's chin then. "...I haven't slept much either...all I've been doing is reading books and more books. Trying to help you and avoid boogies." He spoke with a soft voice trying to keep himself together and keep Augusta close to him. "But as long as I'm healthy, I'll keep reading...and I'll stop drinking so much..." Yeah, he had been drinking like no tomorrow as of late, trying to drown his nerves and make himself feel better. But he didn't mention that he had been smoking---for a while.

He had gone through a whole pack yesterday.

Now he was craving for a stick, but didn't even try to go for it. But Augusta's hand so close to his lower back made him a little nervous. He didn't want Augusta to know what he was doing. That he was smoking and that alone would just cause Kris serious issues in more then one way.

"I'll try to better from now on, as long as you promise not to leave me..."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I kicked the bed... I was angry at you then... You're right though. I'm glad you aren't dead and you are still with me...but I can't help but feel useless and selfish at the same time. I try not too...but I keep feeling like that."

Augy smiled softly, he let his head rest on Kris's shoulder before he spoke softly. " It's ok... as long as you're selfish about me... that's ok..." how could Augy make jokes at a time like this? Maybe because that's just how he was. " Really, quit beating yourself up... You're far from useless, I wouldn't be able to tie my own shoes if it weren't for you!" Again with the jokes.

"...I haven't slept much either...all I've been doing is reading books and more books. Trying to help you and avoid boogies. But as long as I'm healthy, I'll keep reading...and I'll stop drinking so much..."

The dark-haired man sighed at this, " I can help you know... If you really want to figure it out that badly I'm sure I could read some of it for you..."

"I'll try to better from now on, as long as you promise not to leave me..."

Augusta stared at Kris's one green eye and grinned, " I promise to never ever leave you..." he said and kissed the blond again, this time a bit more passionately then before. He was just happy that he could help Kris, even if it was just a little bit. The dark haired man then pulled away, his black eyes glancing to the side. " I'm kinda hungry... I'd eat you but... Somebody might walk in..." he said and chuckled with a sly smirk.

" But a sandwich sounds pretty good..."

Damn pervert.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher nodded softly, Augusta could help him they could look at it together and see what was really wrong with him. Kris hoped it was a cold but he knew that wasn't it, no way in hell. But for now he had to try and think of other things, more cheerful then this depressing conversation...even if it was getting better.

"I'll admit it. I would love help." Kristopher smiled softly at him, this time it was a real smile and not those fake ones he but on to make people feel better either. And at hearing that Augusta was never going to leave him again, he was thrilled it was what he had been wanting to hear. Plus, if Augy pulled another one of those almost death things---Kris was going to kill him.

Kill him dead!

But on to a better subject, such as kissing. Yes, kissing something the French where wonderful at and Augusta was master of kisses. With a returning kiss just as passionate, the blond pulled away when it ended, breathless for a moment.

I'm kinda hungry... I'd eat you but... Somebody might walk in..."

And so Kristopher's face went as red as a cherry tomato. Raising his hand, he slapped Augusta on the chest, however not hard. "Augusta Davingoun!" He declared with his eye going wide. "Don't say that out here in public! Besides, you wouldn't eat me, you don't like giving out that kind of job!" He stated, still bright red with a high pitched voice that was utterly cute!

" But a sandwich sounds pretty good..."

"To think I am going to marry such a perverted french man!"

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Augusta Davingoun! Don't say that out here in public! Besides, you wouldn't eat me, you don't like giving out that kind of job!"

Augusta laughed at that, he hadn't laughed that hard in awhile. Which must have been why it sent him into another coughing fit. He took a step away from Kris and put a hand on the counter nearby to hold himself up. His other hand covered his mouth as he coughed like a dying man. He coughed for a bit and then began to taste iron. A familiar taste for then man as he swallowed the blood he had coughed up and then lifted his hand away from his face and wiped it on his sweatpants quickly, hopefully hiding it from Kristopher. Ah, too bad he had a trail from the corner of his mouth.

"To think I am going to marry such a perverted french man!"

Augy wiped his mouth and chuckled, " You of all people should know better... I am French after all. Aren't all Frenchman kinda pervy?" he asked softly, hoping and praying to whatever god was listening that Kris didn't notice his nice little red-stained pants and hand. But he knew Kris would see it so he fell very silent after he spoke.

" Dammit..." he muttered. " I really am fine..."