⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Catching Miguel climbing the stairs, he saw he was holding his side. Abel was curious about the obvious damage. He listened as Miguel spoke of leaving his stuff upstairs. Abel watched as Miguel continued to climb the stairs. He stood blocking his access not intentionally. Abel listened as Miguel spoke of changing his clothes. He could see he was in pain. Such a thing didn't excite him. Abel reached out toward Miguel, "Are you sure you wanna leave?... You don't seem to be in a great state…Did you pop a stitch?" He asked curiously knowing Miguel was in no manner going off by himself.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Climbing the rest of the stairs Jakob held his side. He didn't think anything was wrong with the wound other than it hurting. It hadn't even been a full twenty four hours since the slash was made. As the man talked about him still being here, he answered him honestly. Unlike with Kieran, Jakob had never borrowed any of Abel's clothes like that. He didn't think he would want him taking any with him while not knowing when or if he might get them back. Standing before him, he watched Abel reach out towards him as he questioned him again. Jakob took his hand as he climbed the last two steps. Standing at the top he looked down at the aching spit he still held. "Well, you didn't want me here last night and I was trying to get out before you woke up....I didn't think you'd want me here any longer than needed this morning." he said, shuffling towards the males bedroom. "As for the wound, I don't think so. It just hurts cause the pills you gave me wore off. Pair that with sore hips, back, and sleeping on the couch...I'm feeling just lovely." Jakob made it into the males bedroom and looked around for his discarded clothes. He spotted his jeans down near the foot of the bed, almost under it completely. Jakob held his side as he bent down to grab them only to hiss in pain and nearly fall on his face.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Reaching out toward Miguel, he felt him take his hand. He watched Miguel take the rest of the steps to stand before him. Abel listened as Miguel spoke of leaving because he thought he didn't want him there. He dropped his hand as Miguel released it. Abel watched as Miguel started toward his bedroom. He followed after Miguel, as they entered his bedroom. Abel stood in the doorway as Miguel went about attempting to gather his clothes. He hardly cared if Miguel took his clothes. They meant nothing to him but mere attire. Abel could simply buy more.

Watching Miguel, as he bent over to get his discarded pants from off the floor, Abel heard the pained noise he made. He moved from the door toward Miguel. Abel slipped behind him as he pulled him up and helped him to sit on the bed. "You didn't have to sleep on the couch, but right now you're not going anywhere…" He replied a little grumpily. Abel wasn't rude enough to send Miguel on his way while he was in pain.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob felt the man watching him closely as he climbed the rest of the stairs and went to his room. Along the way Jakob explained what he thought to be true. It wasn’t as though Abel had given him much reason to believe otherwise. He wasn’t about to stay where he wasn’t wanted. Looking around the room he tried to find his clothes. He remembered that Abel had cut off his shirt, not to mention it had been crusted with blood so there was no saving it. But the rest of his attire was somewhere, he just didn’t recall where it had been thrown.

It wasn’t long before Jakob spotted his pants. He started to reach for them only hiss in pain. He hadn’t noticed the man beside him before feeling a tug at his arm. He was all but forced to sit on his bed while the man spoke. He noted the grumpy tone and frowned down at his lap. ”You say that, but if I can’t even make it upstairs this morning. How was I supposed to make it up here last night.” he said, glancing towards him briefly. Glancing back down at his lap, he carefully lifted his shirt. He didn’t think he had ripped any stitches but he also didn’t think Abel would let it go so easily. ”How’s it look?” he asked, leaning back a little so that the man might have a better look.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Pushing Miguel lightly on the bed, he stood before him. Abel listened as Miguel spoke about not being able to make it upstairs barely. He rolled his eyes soon watching as Miguel pulled his shirt up. Abel leaned down to look over Miguel's wound. It was red and raw, it was likely getting infected. The wound needed to be cleaned and bandaged. "Lie back on the bed and I'll take a better look at it." He replied as he stepped away heading towards the bathroom to gather some cleaning supplies along with the first aid kit.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sitting down on the male’s bed he saw him roll his eyes as he talked about not being able to get upstairs. He didn’t care if Abel thought it to be merely an excuse. But he knew his body and he didn’t believe that he could have made it up here on his own. He barely made it just now. Lifting his shirt, he asked for the male’s opinion. Jakob was still as the man looked him over, when he ordered him to lie back he nodded obediently. Removing the garment, he set it down beside and laid back on the frumpled blankets. He waited while Abel moved about the room to the adjacent bathroom and gathered some supplies. He was patient as the man gathered everything. He wasn’t going to complain seeing as he likely needed the attention.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Heading into the bathroom, Abel grabbed a bowl from the counter filling it up with soap and hot water. He pulled a clean washcloth from the closet by the shower. Abel pulled the first aid kit out again as well. He returned to the bedroom with items in hand. Abel saw Miguel had removed his shirt and was lying back against the bed. He set the bowl of water down on the bedside table and the kit on the bed. Abel took a seat on the bed beside Miguel. He grabbed the bowl of water and the washcloth. Abel dipped the washcloth in the water and moved to reclean Miguel's wound.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob lay quietly while Abel gathered what he needed. He heard a lot of clattering and running water. The man soon returned with a small bowl, wash cloth, and first aid kit. He watched him take a seat beside him and start tending to the affected area. Jakob made himself lie completely still. Although Abel was being gentle, the wound was still raw and new, ripe for infections to easily spread if not treated properly. He laid there quietly for a few minutes while the man worked. He had to wonder what the man might be thinking after last night and now this. He just kept disturbing him when he didn’t mean to. ”I’m sorry for waking you.” Jakob said softly, glancing toward him.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



While sitting there, Abel could feel Miguel watching him. He wasn't bothered though it left him curious. Abel continued to clean Miguel's wound, taking care not to scrub too hard. He soon heard Miguel speak, apologizing. Abel didn't find the words necessary. He finished cleaning the wound and set the bottle aside. "No need to apologize…You could have called me instead of trying to climb the stairs yourself…" Abel responded as he turned his attention to the first aid kit. He pulled it closer to open it. Abel went through the box to locate ointment and bandages.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Laying the quietly he watched the man work on his wound. It wasn’t long before he spoke. Beside him Abel continued to clean his wound. When he spoke it came as no surprise that he had no use for an apology. Whether he took it or not, he offered it anyway as he truly did try to be quiet getting up here. As Abel continued, he quirked an eyebrow in question. ”Would you really have come if I did?” he asked curiously. Jakob didn’t think the man so heartless that he would ignore an injured person. He had proof of that right now.

What he merely was asking is if Abel was still angry at him. Angry enough to have left him down on the couch, unable to move from his pain. Or would it have been ignored as if he wasn’t even there. After all, judging by his words he didn’t think he ever came out of his room last night. So it wasn’t as though he came checking up on him or even checking that he was indeed alone in his home. Jakob watched Abel riffle through the kit, in search for what exactly he was not sure.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



There were many reasons for Miguel to apologize but needing help wasn't one of them. He wasn't going to cast Miguel aside when he was hurt. Abel continued to look through the box as Miguel questioned him. He glanced toward Miguel as he pulled out antibiotic ointment and gauze. "Well we'll never find out now will we?" Abel teased as he opened the bottle of ointment. He grabbed the gauze and squirted some ointment on it. Abel moved to spread the ointment over Miguel's incisions. He took his time to be careful not wanting to snag the stitches.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob couldn’t help his curiosity. He didn’t think Abel would be interested in having anything to do with him after how things ended last night. He may not have had it in him to ignore his pain, but there were plenty of other ways that he could hurt him if he truly wanted. When the man spoke, he was surprised by his teasing tone. ” I could always go back downstairs when we’re done with this and we can find out .” he offered. Beside him, Abel continued to fish around in his medical kit before pulling out a tube of ointment and some patches of gauze. Jakob watched him smear the ointment over the incision. He was surprised by his gentle touch and wondered how many times he had done this. Was it for himself or Kieran,or perhaps both of them? What sort of life had they been living before he waltzed his way through it.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



It wouldn't be a fair fight if he hurt Miguel while he was done. Abel still wasn't happy about last night but he wasn't going to be cruel. He teased Miguel, soon hearing his response. "Perhaps but then it wouldn't mean as much though for now it's probably best you don't move too much…I don't particularly think you want me to carry you up the stairs…" Abel commented as he finished applying the ointment. He grabbed out some more gauze and applied it over the wound. Abel fished out the tape and tore a few pieces off. He applied the tape to the gauze to keep it in place.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

When he said they could experiment he wasn’t just meaning for his wound. Though it was his own fault for not specifying. Jakob listened as the man continued, he smirked at the notion of being carried around. ”Well maybe not, but what if I had wanted food or needed help to the toilet. Hypothetically, would you ignore me for that?” he asked. ”As for being carried, are we talking like a princess, fireman, sack of potatoes? Cause I may have an issue with that last option.” Jakob watched Abel finish tending to the dressing of his wound. He soon ripped off some tape, securing the gauze to his body. When he was finished, Jakob shifted to sit up and thanked the man. He then slipped the shirt back over his head and pushed his arms through.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

⋮ ۩ ) • • • ❛ 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.❜



Teasing Miguel, Abel listened as Miguel questioned him. He wasn't used to tending to another's needs but he wouldn't ignore Miguel. Abel rolled his eyes as Miguel continued on, wondering how he'd carry him. He found his words amusing. Abel finished as he went about throwing the trash away and then closing the kit. He stood moving to give Miguel room as he watched Miguel redress. "Given the choice to help you, princess…I'm sure you can guess the answer…" Abel teased as he grabbed the bowl along with the washcloth. He walked toward the bathroom to clean up.