forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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The phone rung for five beats before being sent to voicemail. Zackary never let it go to voicemail, he was just that… worried about everything.

Now Seth was getting really worried. He paces, biting his nails as he starts to clean, even though everything was already clean. His eyes were wide and nervous. He shakes his head, muttering worries under his breath, he glances at the door every so often. It wasn't like Zackary to do this…

An hour elapsed. Zackary could've been dead by then, but Seth didn't want his thoughts to stray to there. Zackary was a fighter and a damn stubborn one.

Seth sits on the couch, flopping an arm over his eyes. He was so worried. It was tearing his insides apart. His heart ached, and he felt something sting in his eyes. He blinks and wipes his eyes. Tears? Why…? Why was he crying? He grabs a pillow and holds it to his chest, extremely worried.

Another full and long half of an hour passed before he heard the quiet jingle of keys and the lock turning. Zackary walked in his large angelic black wings on the ground behind him, twisted oddly and twitching. He was hurt, no doubt about that. He had multiple cuts across his chest, arms and the backs of his legs and a black eye to spare. There was an apparent bullet hole in his leg that he limped to avoid adding weight to, but it wasn't as severe as the cuts across his chest and arms which bled freely.

Seth stood, his eyes filled with worry. "Oh my god…" he whispers, staring in complete disbelief at the other. He rushes to Zackarys side, allowing him to use Seth as a support. He didn't mind getting blood on his clothes. "Oh my god…" he breathes. "What happened to you?" He mutters, helping Zackary to the couch. "Never mind that! Let me go get some first aid." He rushes to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit, along with a rag, tweezers to get the bullet out, etc. His eyes are filled with pain and worry as he returns to Zackarys side.

Zackary coughed weakly and sat up a little against his elbow. "I'm… alright… I'll be okay in a few days." He proceeded to sit up totally only to go into a quietly restrained fit of coughs.

Seth shakes his head, turning red for a moment before saying softly, "I need you to remove your shirt so I can address the wounds. Can you do that for me?" he asks, getting the rag damp with warm water before rushing towards the nearest sink and washing his hands ferociously with hot water. He couldn't risk letting the injuries get infected because his hands were dirty.

Zackary nodded weakly and fumbled with the buttons of his flannel before pulling it out of the way of his chest, but not all the way off. He was much too weak to do so. Zackary laid back with a faint groan and half-closed his eyes in weary pain.

Seth returns, gently taking the warm rag into his hands. "This is gonna hurt…" He warns softly. He gently presses the rag against the wounds. He mutters curses under his breath. Some of the wounds were going to need stitches. He takes a breath, relieved somewhat that he knew medical treatment. He glances up at the other, "Sorry…" he mutters, hoping he wasn't hurting the other that much.

Zackary nodded hazily. "That's… quite alright." He exhaled briefly and pressed his lips together as Seth began to press the rag to his wounds. "How… how… bad are they?"

"Some of them are going to need stitches…" He says softly, cleaning away the blood. His eyes focus on the wounds, his eyes filled with worry and concern. "I'll have to get the needles and thread. Do you have any?" he asks, glancing up at Zackary.

"Maybe… check the cabinet under the sink. If there isn't any there then there should be some medical tape and cloth there. I get hurt like this very often… no need to worry." Zackary grinned hazily and sat up a little.

Seth gently pushed him back down. "Sit back, okay?" he says gently. He walks towards the cabinet under the sink and quickly withdraws the needle and the thread. "Do you yell, by chance?" He asks softly. He didn't want the other to wake Jace up. He didn't want the poor boy to see his father like this. He cleans the needle off with rubbing alcohol.

"No, I've been through a lot of pain in my lifetime." Zackary looked at his twisted wings and began deftly trying to twist them… disgustingly back into place. It was like he was relocating a shoulder or something… except with a wing joint; it was absolutely disgusting to watch and/or do.

Seth nods, watching the other, his eyes sad. He then shakes his head, getting back to work, carefully setting on stitching the others skin. He winces every time he has to sink the needle into the others skin. "I'm really sorry if this hurts…" he says quietly, carefully tugging the thread closed on the wound. He looks up at the other, his eyes filled with worry. "What happened?"

"Nothing important." Zackary had finished and shut his eyes against the pain, quietly taking it. "It happens all the time."

Seth nods, carefully stitching up the last major wound on his chest. He carefully begins to wrap the wounds. Once done with that, he helps Zackary fully remove his shirt so he can get to work on the cuts on his arms. He's quiet as he works, his eyes filled with nothing but concern as he does so. He then moves to the legs, carefully propping his leg up on his lap. He works on removing the bullet carefully, hissing through his teeth as he concentrates. He cleans the bullet wound, along with the other wounds on his legs before looking up. "Let me see your wings, I just want to make sure they're not bleeding." He says softly.

"They just grabbed them and twisted them. They're okay." Zackary assured quietly and laid his head back.

He nods, before walking to the freezer. He retrieves an ice pack and wraps it gently in a rag before walking towards his friend. "Here." he says gently, placing it against his blackened eye. "It'll help." He sits beside the other, glancing over him, before nodding.

Zackary nodded back and pressed it against his blackened eye. "Thanks… but you didn't have to worry. Like I said, this happens all the time…" He inhaled deeply only to break off in quiet coughs.

"It doesn't mean it's alright. You could bleed out… then what?" He asks softly.

"I dunno." Zackary shrugged weakly. "All I care about is Jace's health, not my own."

"If you don't care about your health, what's going to happen to Jace when you die from bleeding out or trauma." He says, glancing at the other.

"I'll be fine. He'll be fine too. You shouldn't worry so much about me. Anyway, if I die, you'd be able to take care of Jace, right?" He opened an eye and met Seth's gaze.