Chapter [7]
Asleep
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Skeleton couldn't sleep. Even coming outside and in the forest, away from Wither, sleep just wasn't there.
Then again, it was bright, but in the forest, light was mostly blocked out by the trees. The occasional dapple of light would come through the trees every now and again, and burn Skeleton, who was trying not to get hit.

He put his head down, and for the first time since he'd got there, began crying.

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Wither had finally decided to get up and go and look for Skeleton. Walking into the forest, he realised that it was actually quite a nice place in the day.
He was snapped out of these happy thoughts as soon as he saw Skeleton.

He had his head in his arms, burn marks over his hands, arms, and legs.
And he was crying.

Wither's heart twisted at this, he didn't like to see anyone in pain. Walking over to Skeleton, he saw that he was in major pain.

"Skeleton. You need to get back inside. Now!"

Skeleton looked up, pure hatred in his eyes.

"Leave."

Anger laced his voice.

"No."

Wither said, refusing to do what Skeleton said. Despite not knowing him for that long, he could already tell that Skeleton despised his kind.

And he had good reason to, not that Wither knew.

He walked over to Skeleton and picked him up bridal style. Skeleton just looked at him in anger.

"Put me down!"

"No."

Wither teleported back to the house, and into his room, not wanting to burn him anymore by walking back.
Putting Skeleton in his bed, he walked over to his cauldron.

"What are you doing?..."

Skeleton asked suspiciously, as Wither turned back around to face him, holding a couple of bottles of a pink liquid.

"Drink this."

He said, attempting to give one to Skeleton, but he just pushed it away.

"I'm not drinking that. I don't need help from a Wither Skeleton."

With a sigh, Wither walked back over to the cauldron, and came back to him a few minutes later. The only thing different was the bottles.

"Give me your arm."

"No— hey!"

Wither grabbed Skeleton's arm, and poured the liquid over the burns.
Skeleton struggled against the grip, but as soon as he felt the soothing sensation that it gave, he stopped.

After the rest of it was done, Wither turned to Skeleton, before sucking in a breath.

Skeleton had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Wither breathed a sigh of relief, before bringing Skeleton into his own room.

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"Wither! Skeleton! Glad to see that you're not late today, Wither."

Wither just ignored him, earning a sigh from Herobrine.

"Soooo how did your first night go?"

Zombie asked both Wither and Skeleton.

"It went okay I guess—"

"Horribly fucking tragic."

Wither started, but sleep deprived Skeleton interrupted him without even thinking.

"Well—"

"Now that you're all here, class, let's start!"

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The class was going okay, they were learning about the act of teleportation. Enderman and Wither already knew about this, and Wither was sleeping anyway, due to the act that Skeleton pulled last night.

Skeleton began to see black as he saw his vision slipping away. Due to the lack of sleep last night, he chose the middle of class to sleep, like most of the other students when they didn't get the chance to sleep.

"So, you can teleport by throwing an enderpearl, which is the most common way, commands are another way, or if you're born with the ability like Endermen are. Do you all understand this?"

Herobrine explained, earning a 'yes' from most people in the class.

"Wither? Skeleton?"

Herobrine checks, and low and behold, they're sleeping. Zombie sniggers.

"Maybe putting these two together was a bad idea."

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