Prompto was nervous.
That was not the least bit unusual in itself, he had some terrible anxieties that made his life complicated and challenging all at once, all the time, but he'd had a handle on things, at least, he thought so.
He received a letter and turned his world upside down.
All of that hard work had come to fruition and he was now a new friend to the prince, someone he got along with a lot better than he used to. He'd seen and met some of his retainers, some of the people around him. They all seemed nice, if wary, and huge.
Prompto had never been tall, and he was slightly shorter than Noct who seemed short beside his bodyguard Gladio. He was kind of hoping he'd get bigger, but he doubted it.
The longer he spent with Noctis, they'd begun asking him questions about his skills in self-defense, because there could be danger inadvertently. Ignis had been the one to deliver the message that he should learn, and asked him to report to the Citadel one Sunday morning to meet with Cor Leonis - The Marshal - who was going to test him, or teach him, or something.
He was on time, had been escorted to the gym and, dressed in his gym clothes, he was waiting nervously, pressed against a wall to avoid any looks from any of the Glaives around. He couldn't have looked more out of place if he tried, with his black track pants and dark purple t-shirt with a frolicking cartoon chocobo on it.
That was not the least bit unusual in itself, he had some terrible anxieties that made his life complicated and challenging all at once, all the time, but he'd had a handle on things, at least, he thought so.
He received a letter and turned his world upside down.
All of that hard work had come to fruition and he was now a new friend to the prince, someone he got along with a lot better than he used to. He'd seen and met some of his retainers, some of the people around him. They all seemed nice, if wary, and huge.
Prompto had never been tall, and he was slightly shorter than Noct who seemed short beside his bodyguard Gladio. He was kind of hoping he'd get bigger, but he doubted it.
The longer he spent with Noctis, they'd begun asking him questions about his skills in self-defense, because there could be danger inadvertently. Ignis had been the one to deliver the message that he should learn, and asked him to report to the Citadel one Sunday morning to meet with Cor Leonis - The Marshal - who was going to test him, or teach him, or something.
He was on time, had been escorted to the gym and, dressed in his gym clothes, he was waiting nervously, pressed against a wall to avoid any looks from any of the Glaives around. He couldn't have looked more out of place if he tried, with his black track pants and dark purple t-shirt with a frolicking cartoon chocobo on it.
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9/11/18 02:17 (UTC)But the lack of any mention of his parents is ringing sirens in Cor's mind, ahd he's mentally preparing himself for potential talks with them. If, that is, they come back to Insomnia.
But the day Prompto comes in looking like that? Cor immediately put down the wooden practice blade and walked over to him. "Are you alright? You look like shit warmed over."
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9/11/18 02:24 (UTC)It wasn't, it was a very cool, windy day.
"Just some indigestion you know?" That, or his insides were trying to explode but he couldn't let Cor down.
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9/11/18 02:31 (UTC)"...was it something you ate yesterday? Or this morning?" And has he been eating enough, outside of school and whatever he gets to eat over at Noct's place?
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9/11/18 02:36 (UTC)"I know, it's okay, I've got everything under control!"
Prompto shook his head. "Didn't eat then, but only because I'm so full from lunch yesterday? Or....or something."
He felt mildly nauseous, and extremely pained honestly, but he could handle it, it would go away eventually. He just had to persevere.
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9/11/18 02:44 (UTC)Evem withour knowing about the pain, he moves to put the gear away. "You stay right there until I'm done with this. Then we'll head towards the medical wing."
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9/11/18 02:55 (UTC)He rubbed at his stomach absently.
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9/11/18 03:07 (UTC)He finishes putting things away, not yet aware of how Prompto is vaguely focused on his stomach. "Besides, the medical wing is for those who are part of the government. I can always tell them to put it on mh tab..."
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9/11/18 03:49 (UTC)"N-No it's fine. I can pay for it. I'll work more!" Prompto protested.
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9/11/18 03:54 (UTC)He does stop what he's doing, though, and softly thunk his forehead against the door of the wooden weapons rack. Shiva give me tranquility and patience...
"...you shouldn't have to work so hard and bear such a burden at your age - not when there are those willing to help you."
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9/11/18 04:00 (UTC)"Oh no really, it's fine."
It sounded nice, but Prompto knew no one who was willing to help me - and he couldn't bother Noctis or the kingdom for anything. It wouldn't be fair. He wasn't there for that.
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9/11/18 04:05 (UTC)He's just letting it all out as he stomps over. "You're a minor, and I haven't heard any complaints that would indicate that you came from a bad neighborhood. You shouldn't have to work, not unless your family's that damn desperate for money. And speaking of which, why the hell are they letting you run around so damn ill? Do they even know about all of this?!"
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9/11/18 04:08 (UTC)Prompto shook his head, biting his bottom lip. "I d-don't. It's fine there. Fine enough."
There were things he didn't like about his neighbourhood, but that had nothing to do with where it was. He had to work, because he was desperate for it.
He flinched at the question. "....A-All of what? Me being sick? ...No."
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9/11/18 04:14 (UTC)"...let's just. Get you to the doctor. We'll argue over payments later, once you're better." He's already starting to step towards the door, pulling his phone out to text said doctor about the incoming visit.
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9/11/18 04:20 (UTC)He didn't know. His temper perhaps. He should learn to mask his reactions better.
As he padded behind him, he could answer his question. "Altissia. I think."
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9/11/18 04:25 (UTC)"...do they often go to Altissia for business?" He inquires as they reach one of the fancier elevators - ones that can only be accessed with employee cards. Cor swipes his, and it opens for them.
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9/11/18 04:38 (UTC)"Travel around Accordo I think? Yeah. They could be back soon...or not."
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9/11/18 04:50 (UTC)After a moment, though, he digs out a rather worn hankerchief. "Here...I'll get you some more water once we get there."
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9/11/18 05:09 (UTC)"Ah..w-well....sometimes it changes. But um, dad'll be back in three weeks unless he changes his mind. He does that. Mom almost never comes back nowadays."
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9/11/18 05:19 (UTC)"...do you have their phone numbers? In case we need to reach them?" Cor finally asks, right when the door dings and he leads the lad onto the floor dedicated for the medical wing of the Citadel. Hopefully, the kid isn't in as much pain as Cor fears that he may be...
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9/11/18 05:37 (UTC)He was in a lot of pain and feverish, so very feverish. He didn't know what was wrong, but he didn't feel well at all.
"I'm sorry. I'll...I'll make sure I fix this."
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9/11/18 05:46 (UTC)"...no. You won't be going thru this alone. I'll stay with you until I'm certain that you'll be taken care of."
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9/11/18 06:06 (UTC)"I just..." He groaned, leaning over with his hands on his stomach, for a moment unable to hold back.
Three slow breaths and he straightened.
"I'll be okay. Really. I m-mean I can text my parents so that they'll know." Was that better? They wouldn't sit by his side, that he knew, he was already unwanted and the older he got the less they wanted him.
There were times in his life he cried about that, but he'd been trying to move beyond it.
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9/11/18 06:15 (UTC)And then came those words, and Cor felt something inside of his heart just...crack. How can this kid just keep acting like he can handle this when he clearly isn't? How could he keep acting like it's alright to suffer this alone? Like...
Like a far younger Cor tried to, before Regis claimed him as part of his retinue.
"There's no time for that. We need to get you seen. Now." And with that, he hustled the blonde over to the nearest medical profession and demanded that Prompto Argentum, barely an official trainee, needs to be seen to immediately.
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9/11/18 06:24 (UTC)She took him to a room and began pressing at his stomach and shook her head a little bit. "We need your guardian's contact information."
Prompto whimpered and cried out as she pushed at it. "Uh huh. S-Sure."
"But we may not have time to wait. Prompto, you need surgery immediately. You have appendicitis. It could get very dangerous and life threatening very fast."
He chewed his bottom lip, Prompto didn't like the idea of surgery and he was terrified, but he also didn't want to die. He took heaving breaths and nodded. "Okay." He whimpered. He knew they'd never get ahold of his parents. Never.
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9/11/18 06:33 (UTC)He takes a deep breath. "Just...do all you can to help him, Doctor. And put it on my tab."
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