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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 1:40 pm
He had been so focused on the getaway that it hadn't occurred to him that he could stop and call Fiona or that he could reach out to Charlie. Instead fear had been a motivating thing, reinvigorating the ebbing adrenaline within him that pushed him forward despite the light-headedness that started to overtake him.
Midgard hadn't paid attention to the streets as his booted feet carried him further and further from the scene that was bathed in candy shards and his blood. He couldn't even say when he had powered down or if he could focus on anything but the rapid pounding of his heart ratting against his ribs.
The bleeding hadn't stopped and Tristan was grateful for his many layers that at least allowed him to hide the worst of the staining on his undershirt and the t-shirt he wore above it beneath the loose button up he pulled tightly against his chest. One hand pressed against the wound and earned himself a hiss because ******** it hurt, but the pain helped ground him and kept him focused.
Before he realized it he was outside of Danny's door, arguably the closest residence belonging to any of his friends, and he was knocking harshly on the door, the pounding of his fist erratic and desperate.
"Danny. Danny please be home," he mumbled starting to sag against the door and strength left him little by little
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 2:02 pm
Daniel McKay was indeed home, having been curled up with a book in his oversized chair with loyal Gatsby curled around the base of said chair. He'd glanced at the clock on his phone only minutes prior, promising himself only one more chapter before he dog-eared the page and made his way towards the bedroom for the night.
The evening had been uneventful. A salad with grilled chicken for dinner as he'd started his book, his faithful companion eating the extra bits and the leftover chicken when he'd been too full to finish. He'd changed into an old shirt and pajama bottoms before retiring to the chair to continue his book, but aside from the occasional rustle of paper or a heavy sigh from the Shepherd mix, the night had been quiet.
Probably too quiet, if he'd bothered to take the time and think about it.
When the pounding began, he'd nearly dropped his book. Heart rate jumping to nearly triple his current state, wide green eyes shot up to the door as his dog scrambled up to its feet, barking incessantly at the ominous slamming of something against his front door.
The book was abandoned in the chair as he rose to his feet. Hand automatically reached out for the phone on the nightstand, sliding it open as he prepared to dial 9-1-1 for assistance. Gatsby's barking was changing, however, causing the blonde to pause in his phone call. The dog wasn't barking like he normally did when the post office or another stranger approached the door. His tail was wagging - wagging - almost as if he had caught a whiff on who was on the other side and was happy to see them.
But who could be visiting at such an hour?
Cautiously, he undid the lock on the door while his finger still lingered over the Call button. As the door creaked open, he peered out... and then swung the door wide open when he realized who was there.
"Tristan?"
His voice cracked, alarm evident as wide eyes drank in the sight of the boy pressed against the siding of his humble abode. Eyes noted how the man held himself and Danny instinctively reached out to grab for his companion. "Tris, are you okay??"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 2:20 pm
His shoulder rested heavily on the door frame as it supported most, if not all, of his weight. The longer he kept knocking the lower his arm dropped until - right as the door opened - he had given up and the hand had fallen to his side.
While he could not say for sure how he looked, Tristan was certain that he looked like death. His skin was pale and clammy, sweat matting his hair against his forehead, neck, and cheeks. His hand that had been pressed over his wound had blood staining the tips and the swinging open of the door threw him off balance.
Tristan nearly fell face first into the floor and barely caught himself on the lip of the door frame as he forced himself to look up at Danny.
His offered smile was strained, barely lifting the edges of his mouth as he seemed to teeter in places. "Hey Danny I -- " The world spun around him and he lost his grip, careening forward until his knees clattered with the ground where he seemed to freeze for a moment, chin tipped up and green eyes wide, before the rest of him went down too.
Anything he wanted to say was lost when his body hit the floor.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 5:01 pm
"Wait, hold on, I--"
Danny didn't have time to react before the tall brunette was falling down in his doorway, hands splaying out in any attempt to catch him. All he managed to do was throw his phone to the side, the plastic cracking as the screen shattered from impact. s**t.
Gatsby was barking and running around them, Danny shoving him aside in an almost pleading fashion as he bent down to examine the fallen boy. He was almost ashen in color, sweat drenching his hair as the small blonde struggled to turn him over. Halfway through, he saw the red and it was spreading fast.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
"Tris, come on - we've got to get you up, we've got to get you inside," the panic was unmistakable in his voice as he tried to crawl up to his feet, willing what strength he had to try to tug at the older boy. "Do you have your phone? I can call for an ambulance - Tris, Tris!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 6:11 pm
His body was limp as Danny tried to move him and his vision kept blacking out with his ability to remain conscious barely there. Faintly he could hear the reassuring voice of his cherished friend talking to him. He didn't know what the man was saying but something about simply hearing his voice had him relaxing.
He would be okay. Danny was here, Danny would help him--
Wait. Ambulance? No, no the hospital definitely couldn't be involved!
Green eyes snapped open and he tried to push himself up a bit to help Danny pull him into the house. "N-no. Don't," he wheezed, body swaying as he made himself get to his knees. Arms shook beneath the weight of his body and how little energy he had.
It was sheer determination that kept him awake at all with the amount of blood he lost - was losing? He couldn't tell if he was still bleeding, his chest didn't even hurt, everything was just sort of numb. Oh, that was probably a bad sign.
"Please, please don't take me anywhere."
They could find him, if they tried. All the had to do was go to the hospital and force their way into reviewing records. Labyrinthite was ruthless, he would find the information if he cared to look. "P-please, can you just...take care of it....or...call....Fiona." His body sagged, weight leaning into the smaller man.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 7:31 pm
Grabbing hold of the arm over his shoulder with one hand and then encircling his waist with the other, the blonde had just enough strength to kick the door closed before struggling towards the nearby hallway, injured best friend in tow.
Tris wasn't making any sense - he was hurt, he needed to see a doctor, he needed to get professional help but every time Danny brought it up, the look on Tristan's face told him that he'd fight the entire way there. Not to mention Danny's phone was clearly out of commission now.... well, the barista didn't think his companion had enough strength in him to fight an entire trip to the hospital anyways.
Eyes passed from the living room to the kitchen, then back down the hallway. The kitchen table would be quickest to get him to, but Danny wasn't sure that Tris could stay seated, not with the way he was falling down. The couch didn't provide enough space and Gatsby would be relentless on the carpet until Danny could regain control.
It was decided then: the bedroom.
"C'mon then," he muttered, tugging him to the side. "Bed is probably the best space to survey the damage."
Daniel paused, staring down at the feeble man still clinging to his sleepwear. "You gotta promise you aren't gonna die on me, okay Tris? I... My phone is busted and I don't have a lot of options anyways." His gaze drifted down to the red spot seeping through the layers and layers of shirts he knew his best friend loved to wear. He swallowed hard as he gently helped the man to the bed. "Okay?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 9:34 pm
He felt like a ragdoll.
As much as he wanted to assist his companion with relocating, he couldn't make his legs move and all of his energy was going to keeping himself away. Each ragged breath reminded him that he was bleeding and that very soon, he was likely to pass out. He hoped he hadn't lost enough blood that he'd need a transplant...That would require a hospital trip that he couldn't afford and would refuse if he could.
Everything was fuzzy and he could feel himself fading out, head lolling more than once before snapping back up with green blearily looking up between slow blinks at the blonde. "Y-you're - " he said with a stuttered intake of breath "the b-best D-d...." He couldn't make himself finish saying the man's name, the syllables refusing to roll off of his tongue as he was lowered onto the bed.
He lay there, spread out and his breathing shallowed again. Eyes stared up at the ceiling blankly, there was almost a glassy sheen to them. "S-stop the b-ble-edding." Each sentence was more difficult to exhale than it should have been. Brown eyebrows furrowed together and he tried to sit up only to feel the room spin and his vision go black, It returned once he stilled.
"I w-won't. Pr-pr-promise."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 7:23 am
Danny didn't miss the sheen to his eyes or the fact that, despite the growing amount of blood on his shirt, Tristan wasn't crying. It had gone beyond the point of pain, he was going into shock.
s**t.
He didn't wait to see if Tris was comfortable before turning and making a beeline for the bathroom. A pile of towels had made their way back, hastily wetted wash rags on top of the small tower. Tossing them next to the splayed body of his friend, he jerked the man's hand up and forced a rag into it. Directing the hand towards his face, Danny ordered, "Keep yourself busy. Wipe your face, I-I've got the rest."
Climbing on top of the bed, he tried to sit beside him to examine the wound, but the angle was... troublesome, at best. Being as gentle as he could, one leg tossed itself over and he straddled the other man, mindful not to actually touch his wounded companion.
The first shirt was easy to push aside, the buttons already open. The next two were more difficult, being normal, over-the-head shirts. He took a deep breath, mumbled an apology and grabbed the hem before trying to rip. It wasn't the coolest of movements and his hands hurt - why did it look so much easier in the movies? Maybe because the movie guys were so much stronger and he was just normal, boring Daniel, but...
Riiiiiiip.
Thank christ. After more aches and struggles with his fingers, he managed to frantically tear the second layer of shirts and pull back.
Immediately, the shorter man began to gag at the smell. It was coppery but at the same time it was ripped apart human flesh and the sight alone had him feeling faint. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed for another wet rag and started trying to swipe at the still-oozing chest. It didn't take long to reveal the source of the bleeding, the carved letter still swelling with blood.
Wait... wait, was that a freaking letter in his chest?
"Oh my god, Tristan." It was Danny's turn to pale. "What... W-What the ******** class="quote">Nuxaz
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 8:19 am
His vision kept blurring and his tongue felt heavy, too big in his mouth and his throat...his throat was so dry. Tristan could barely register anything Danny was saying to him and lifting his arm to use the cloth to wipe his face was almost too much. Still, Tris tried to keep his companion from freaking out even more than he was.
It was relieving to have his clothing pulled away from his wound even though he hissed in pain, back lifting off the bed for one brief second before he collapsed downward again. Peeling the cloth from the wound hurt and likely pulled tattered shreds of skin of with it.
He heard the horrified gasp and glassy eyes fell towards the man's face. Quietly, with his voice fading as he spoke, Tris apologized. "S-sor-ry D-d." He could feel himself slipping despite how desperately he tried to cling to consciousness. "I don't....t-think..." He wasn't going to be able to stay awake. "G-gotta....r-rest....."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 10:17 am
As Tris lifted up from the bed, fresh blood began to leak out from the red smeared "R" that glared back at Danny from where he loomed. He didn't understand what it meant - had some gang found his friend and decided to brand him? Was that even a thing? What did the R stand for - no, it didn't matter, questions came later, his priority was on stopping the bleeding.
A towel was snatched and he pressed it against the wound, applying what pressure he could against the other man's chest without (hopefully) harming him. His chest was... much broader than Danny had realized it to be. He was also far more muscular than the blonde would have pinned him. All those shirts he hid underneath and for what? To hide the fact he looked like freakin' Superman?
What else was his best friend hiding from him?
"Shh, Tris, it's okay. It's okay."
Danny didn't really know if it was okay; if the man had a concussion, he should probably stay awake but with this much blood loss...he didn't know. He didn't even know if sitting there, on top of his friend, hands smashing towels against his chest was the right thing to do.
"Sleep if you have to, buddy." His ears were red at the unintentional nickname. He liked it. Shame it could possibly be the last time his friend ever tried to address him... oh god.
Shaking his head, he repeated himself, shooing away the dark thoughts. "It's cool if you need to sleep. You're safe. I'll look after you, okay? Just... try to relax. I'm here, Tris. I'm here for you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 10:55 am
In the haze of his deteriorating state, Tris thought he could see a soft glow that wrapped around his companion. Maybe there was even a halo of light from the way his vision kept shifting and the way the lights in the bedroom were distorted by the body that did it's best not to leave weight against him.
"Y-you got me..." he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed while he exhaled raggedly. If Danny was taking care of him then he was going to be fine. He had promised the boy that he wouldn't die on him anyway and Tris did his damnest not to break promises. Besides, gentle hands were moving across his skin dabbing at the blood that would eventually clot.
Or maybe Danny would realize he needed stitches and would do it.
The carving was going to scar anyway so it didn't matter how well it was done and Fiona....Fiona could fix it later.
Yeah.
He needed to sleep.
Tristan couldn't help but let the blackness consume him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 11:39 am
He watched as the older boy drifted off to sleep, continuing to apply pressure against the wound. Thankfully, the red didn't seem to be spreading on the towel he held, so after a few minutes he removed it to examine the damages.
Danny really wanted to call the ambulance, but without a working phone, he was SOL. From checking Tris's pockets, the other boy hadn't appeared to have brought his with him either - heh - well that was a good reason why he hadn't responded to any of his texts that evening, at least.
The wounds were deep and the openings were pretty large. Crap. He might even need stitches. Did he still have his skin glue, back in the bathroom? Crap, crappity, crap.
Another return to the bathroom and Danny was coming out with new rags and new supplies, the blonde never leaving his companion's side as he worked through the night to try to patch his friend up.
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