“Okay.”

Bosy sighed and tried to relax.

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Francel stared at Alta Presion for hours, counted the breaths he took, measuring each, making sure they were stronger than the one before. He now knew how Alta Presion must have felt when he shifted early. Francel held his hand, and pressed kisses to his forehead and his palm.

Alta suddenly coughed. Hard, body shaking. Francel watched him, scared. A bolt of light shot from Alta’s other hand, burning the headboard.

Francel called for Ueda and ducked away from another stream.

Ueda ran in, took one look at him and cursed in Japanese. He immediately threw up a shield of air around Alta as more light flew from his fingers.

“Damn, Heechul.”

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s rejecting our light.”

“And that means –“

“That means only the bastard that took it can give it back.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. I have him stabilized. As long as that light weave stays around him, the light has no choice but to go back into him. It will keep him alive, but … shit. I have to go f