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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 8:02 pm
It was a few seconds before Caspian’s lashes fluttered, and then a low groan escaped him, a breath sucked in as though he had forgotten how to draw air into his lungs. One hand moved instinctively, shifting, and closed around the nearest thing - namely Sessrumnir’s arm, curling around the firm muscle above one of his bracers. A small shudder laced through him, fingers trembling.
Then his eyes opened.
It was a little blurry at first, Caspian blinking tiredly. He could make out the fuzzy outline of someone near to him, someone holding him carefully in a strong embrace that, even in the haze of confusion, Caspian recognized.
“Sess?” he mumbled, and flicked dark lashes up, frowning a little. He could see something on the blurry outline of his husband’s face, something that looked a lot like -
Caspian’s eyes snapped all the way open. Everything came rushing back to him in a flood of unpleasant memories, and he sat up too quickly, dizziness making his head spin, Caspian’s hand rising to press against his forehead, biting back the nausea. He was less concerned, however, with himself.
“Sess - what happened - s**t, you’re bleeding - “
Caspian’s hands moved automatically, desperately, patting around, trying to find something to stop it with. “What happened - s**t - we have to stop it before it’s too much - “
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 8:03 pm
A breath of relief escaped as Caspian opened his eyes. Sessrumnir hadn’t realized he’d been holding it. He’d been worried he was too late to do anything. If he hadn’t made it to Caspian when he had, he was certain that the corrupt would have left with his starseed, never to be found again.
Of course it was just like Caspian to completely ignore his own body’s distress, and instead focused on Sessrumnir.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice lighter than the situation probably called for, but he’d been so close to losing Caspian again.
“It’s okay, it’s not that bad. He didn’t get my neck at least,” he tried to reassure his husband, even as his jaw throbbed and made opening his mouth much too painful to ignore. Just as he also tried to ignore the blood he could taste in his mouth. He’d been too focused on the fight to have noticed it before, but he would definitely need stitches. Probably on the inside of his cheek as well as out.
“Come on, before they come back with friends,” he said, making sure he couldn’t feel any auras nearby, and didn’t see anyone around them before letting Fenrir fade away with his uniform.
“We’ll probably want to Uber to the hospital.”
A joke. Mostly. He didn’t sound too serious about it at least, even though the hospital was definitely their next destination.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 8:04 pm
He was still patting around, trying to find something, anything to staunch the flow of blood. Caspian was half tempted to take off his own shirt if it came to that, his heartbeat feeling too loud in his ears as he gave a small snort of disbelieving laughter.
“You’re not late,” he said, “You’re right on time,” and stopped moving around so much, gaze flicking up to Sessrumnir’s face. His chest gave a painful squeeze, because regardless of what his husband was saying, it still looked pretty damn bad. There were gashes beneath the blood, two or three long strikes, and it was starting to drip down onto the fur of his uniform.
The uniform that disappeared a second later, fading away along with Fenrir. Caspian sucked in a sharp breath, reaching to grab Michael’s hand and haul them both to their feet. An arm went instinctively around his waist, Caspian’s fingers closing around the back of his shirt; half out of a desire to stay near to him, partly because he still felt stupidly weary and tired, and partly because he wasn’t sure how bad it actually was, because Michael tended to be relatively blase about things like this.
Especially because neither of them particularly liked the hospital. But Michael’s face looked like it needed stitches.
“Let’s go find somewhere we can sit and call someone,” said Caspian. “Or - home isn’t too far away, I walked here, but I don’t know if you want to walk there and then drive - “
He was rambling a little, because the fear was still there, nestled in the base of his throat and his heart.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 8:04 pm
The adrenaline was wearing off now that he was no longer Sessrumnir. The blood still streamed down his face and neck, now seeping into the tee shirt he wore.
He didn’t like feeling this exhausted. His face felt sticky with blood and a cold sweat. The shock from the injury was catching up to his body and brain.
“Call Peter,” he said, his voice quieter now that they were focusing on walking. They needed to at least get farther away from the alley where the fight took place, lest the two came back.
It was better that they rested when they could, because even Caspian was going to need some time to recover. Michael was just thankful they somehow managed to make it out in one piece.
FIN
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