Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Chapter Two

It was early in the morning.

However, Prompto was awake and about. He was getting ready for a photo shoot, with a world renowned photographer and fashion designer. He was excited to meet such accomplished individuals, who were so keen on collaborating with him.

So, Prompto sat in front of the dresser. His hairstylist and makeup artist prepped him. A sponge dabbed underneath his eyes - hiding dark circles, which were worsening day by day. A flat iron ran through his hair - straightening his unruly locks, especially his bangs.

A fringe fell over his forehead, even covered one of his eyes. He threaded through them, just before standing up. He went into the closet, where he began changing. His bathrobe landed atop the floor - alongside various other clothing, as he dawned one of the pieces he had been asked to model.

"How do I look, Noct?"

"You're gorgeous as ever, but where are you going?"

"Aren't you sweet, Noct? I'm going to a photo shoot."

"Oh, I'll let you dress in peace, then."

"You're considerate and sweet. It's just too bad you weren't before."

XOXO

He held his tongue.

After all, Noctis didn't want to argue anymore. It was one-sided anyway, just Prompto throwing insults and screaming. It hurt him - watching the blond break down, like a child again. It was worrisome - unsettling and upsetting, even emotionally and physically draining.

Unfortunately, Noctis couldn't do anything. He tried to comfort and console, but kept getting pushed aside. He was locked outside once - left banging a bedroom door, as Prompto cried inside his room. He then gave up - slid down and leaned against it, a couple of hours later.

However, Noctis didn't stop apologizing. He continued talking to Prompto, who did respond back. He got Prompto to unlock the bedroom door, just before hugging him. He held Prompto - cradled him in his arms, except the tears kept coming.

"Well, I'm leaving now."

"When will you come back home?"

"I'm not sure, but don't stay up waiting for me."

"How can I not?"

"I didn't know you were a sap as well, Noct."

XOXO

It was a bit sudden.

However, Prompto still hugged him. He jumped into Noctis' arms, who returned the gesture. He was spun around by Noctis, just before being set down. He attempted to then pull away, except Noctis wouldn't let him go.

And, Prompto felt his hands. They brushed his hips, even his lower back. He shivered underneath the touch - fingers curling into Noctis' shirt, as Noctis caressed him. He shoved Noctis though - sent Noctis tumbling into an armchair, with a grin.

So, Prompto could run off. His limo was waiting outside, with the backseat door open and a glass of champagne poured already for him. He got inside - sipping his golden champagne, and waving goodbye.

"I'll see you later, Noct."

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Prompto."

"But, I meant it, though. Don't stay up waiting for me, Noct. You'll only regret it."

"I'll try, Prompto."

XOXO

He heard something clattering.

The bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated before going inside, where he found Prompto. He darted towards Prompto, who was unconscious in the bathtub. He then knelt down - unclogging the drain, as something caught his eye.

So, Noctis reached down into the water. He plucked the thing out - a needle, except used and bloody. The needle was blank - nothing written onto it, just void of any inscription. That troubled him - gravely horrified him, especially because he had no idea what Prompto injected into his body.

However, Noctis couldn't get any answers. The blond's speech was incoherent - garbled and jumbled, not anything to make sense of. He grabbed Prompto - shook his best friend, but out of anger.

"What did you take, Prompto?!"

"N-Noct …"

"Come on, Prompto! What did you take?!"

"N-Noct …"

"Damn it, Prompto! I'm calling the doctor!"

XOXO

It was momentary.

The pain subsided, then. However, Prompto felt something else - an odd feeling, as voices echoed around him. So, Prompto turned his head - blinked his eyes open, just before finding an IV unit attached to him.

They were drawing blood from him, but without his permission. Of course, Prompto tried tugging them out - wanting them out of him, not understanding who issued such a procedure. Unfortunately, Prompto was stopped - wrists caught and pinned down, to keep him from ripping out his IV unit.

They were firm though. However, Prompto still struggled - weakly whining and writhing in bed, which made them tighten their hold. Yet, Prompto could care less - thrashing his legs, even kicking at times.

"Calm down, Prompto."

"L-Let go, Noct."

"I can't, Prompto. I'm doing this for your own good. It's almost over, too."

"N-Noct …"

"Hush, Prompto."

XOXO

He looked over the report.

The blond's blood work was concerning. There were various drugs in Prompto's system, but mostly anti-anxiety agents. They weren't being used properly - taken too regularly, with other drugs as well.

So, Noctis' suspicions were confirmed. He had already known, though. It was evident enough, especially from Prompto's actions. It was also evident enough from Prompto's stash - the hoard of prescription pills, in the nightstand drawer.

Then, Noctis looked behind him. The blond was barely audible - voice a low whisper, still incoherent and narcotized. It was his name Prompto murmured - his hands reaching out, just before dropping due to fatigue.

"You need to rest, Prompto."

"N-No …"

"You're not well."

"N-Noct …"

"I promise you, Prompto. I'll be here when you wake up again. Will you please go to sleep now?"

"O-Okay …"

A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.