He said nothing, just following wordlessly. He hissed as he slowly stood up, supporting the other when he stumbled slightly. "It's alright…" He mutters, his eyes shutting as he leaned against the wall in pain. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to stay standing. He shook his head before following slowly into the kitchen. "My dad and my brothers." He says softly, shutting his eyes as he sat down hesitantly. "I can just go and take a shower love… You don't need to worry about me."
“No. Take your shirt off. I’m helping you.” Grayson insisted, dabbing at the cuts on his face and arms with medicine. “I’m not letting you leave the house ever again.” He said, concentrating all his energy on making his hands stop shaking as he helped Seth.
"I'd… I'd rather not take off my shirt love." He warns softly, wincing as he felt the medicine against his open wounds. He looks at the other and smiles weakly when he said that. "As long as I stay with you I'm happy."
“I want to help you as much as I can..Seth..I thought you were dying. I could practically hear it.” His voice broke, but he still continued to clean him up as best he could. “I thought it was just a nightmare but then you came home looking like this and..I can’t get the sounds of you screaming out of my head. I just want you to be okay. You can’t go back..please..” he continued, wiping at the tears rolling down his cheeks.
He sighed weakly before nodding. "I won't. I won't go back. I promise, okay?" He cups the others cheek gently, rubbing his thumb under Graysons eyes. He wiped away Graysons tears soothingly. "I'll stay here from now on." He offered a tired smile. "And I'll be okay. I've gone through worse, dove." He kisses Graysons lips gently. His body ached and groaned every time he moved, but he wanted to comfort Grayson as much as he could.
“I’m sorry. I..” He trailed off, frowning and continuing to cleaning his cuts, wrapping bandages around the deeper cuts. “If you have to go back, I shouldn’t stop you.”
"No… I'm going off the grid." He whispers, looking up at the other and kissing his forehead gently. He smiled gently at Grayson before hissing softly as he sat up. His back ached and tore, and quite frankly it hurt like hell. "I'll be okay." He whispers.
“Come on. You need to rest.” He said, helping Seth up and making him lie down on the bed. He gently ran his fingers through Seth’s hair, kissing his temple. “Do you think you could eat anything?”
Seth smiled a little before wincing in pain as he was set on his back. "Ah, hang on!" He hissed in pain as he was set on his back. He turned onto his stomach and sighed a little in relief. He kissed the others cheek and smiled weakly at the other. "Thank you love…" He mutters softly. "No… I don't think I can stomach anything right now…"
"Okay, get some sleep then. I'll be right here the whole time." He told him, stroking his hair as he sat next to Seth on the bed.
He nods and kisses the others cheeks and kisses his hand gently before shutting his eyes and dozing off.
Grayson continued to stroke his hair after he was asleep, finally answering a call from his brother and letting him lecture him for a while until Seth woke up again.
Seth whimpered as he slept, pain etching over his face after a little while. He sobbed softly in his sleep, his body tensing a little bit.
Grayson hung up immediately and laid down next to Seth, wrapping his arm around him, careful not to put pressure on the cuts on his back. "Hey..It's okay love. I'm right here. You're safe.." He whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek and running his fingers through his hair.
Seth tensed when he felt the other wrap around him but he seemed to slowly ease, and after a few moments he slowly opened his eyes. He looks up and hissed in pain. "A-angel?" He whispers softly.
"I'm right here." Grayson replied gently, kissing his forehead. "Is everything okay? Did I wake you up?" He asked, frowning down at him in concern.
Seth shivered before shaking his head and kissing his hand weakly. "I… need to take a shower… My body hurts…" He mumbles weakly. "Maybe it'll help…" He whispers as he slowly started to sit up.
“If it doesn’t help, we’re getting you real help, okay?” Grayson helped him up, walking him to the bathroom. “I love you.” He added, giving him a small smile.
He nods slowly. "We… we can't take me to the hospital, love. I'm not human." He says hesitantly as he walks slowly to the bathroom. He shed his shirt slowly, revealing many, many whip marks on his back. He had bruises all over his torso, leading down to his waist. There was a faded burn mark of an upside down pentacle on his left chest, and there was two humps on his shoulders. It looked like humps of wings after they had been cut off.
(Is grayson still with him?)
“I don’t care. They can’t refuse to help anyone…” He trailed off, staring at Seth with a mixture of shock and sadness. “Oh..Seth…” he covered his mouth with his hand, not knowing what else to say. It’s worse than I thought..
Grayson stepped out of the doorway, wanting to give him some privacy. “I’ll get you some medicine. I’ll be right back.” He said quietly, rushing to the kitchen and grabbing the strongest painkillers he could find.
Seth couldn't face him when the other saw what his body had been through. His wings, sliced off by angels when he was only a child. The pentagram burned into his chest by his father when he was a child. He sighed and hissed in pain before slowly entering the shower. He let the cold water wash over him, blood slowly washing off of his body.
Grayson left the medicine on the counter and left Seth alone, walking back to the living room and curling up on the couch, staring down at the floor. How could I ever think that I had it bad…Seth could've been killed last night..
He let the water wash over him slowly washing himself off. Once he was done with his shower he got out and slowly adressed his wounds, and wrapping his chest slowly. He hissed in pain before slowly exiting the bathroom. "Grayson?" He calls softly, his eyes wandering the house.
