Kaz felt some of his anger fade into disappointment. Disappointment in himself for leaving Vaughn when he needed him. He wrapped his arms around Vaughn tighter, one hand taking the knife from his fingers gently and setting it on the floor with the one he had used to kill the man. "It's alright. I'm sorry for leaving you. I'll never do it again. I won't let anything happen to you," he said, leaning down to kiss Vaughn's forehead
Vaughn slowly exhaled, body shaking a tad as the tension spilled from his muscles. It felt good to be like that. To know that someone appreciated and cared for him. He didn’t get to feel that too often, so he savored it in the moment. His fingers gripped Kaz’s shirt tightly. “Someone who loves netpxt door might have heated the commotion. We should go,” he forced out.
Kaz nodded. "Yeah. I've got medical supplies at my apartment so we can take care of your leg," he said, moving so he could help Vaughn to his feet
Vaughn hissed as he stood, one of his arms going around Kaz to support himself. More blood gushed from his thigh as he did so, it dripping down his leg.
Kaz grimaced down at the wound. Look at what you did, you did this to him, his mind hissed, and he ignored it. He had let his anger get the best of him, yes, but everything worked out in the end. They were going to be fine. Kaz helped Vaughn out to the truck, helping him into the passenger seat. He walked around to the driver's seat, starting the truck
Vaughn’s head tipped back against the seat once he was in the car. He felt exhausted. Close your eyes, Finley. Let the feeling take over the whispers soothed. He pressed his hand to his wound, partly to try and stop the blood flow, but also to inflict more pain to keep him centered and awake.
Kaz drove them to his apartment, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that it wasn't that far away. He pulled into the lot, parking as close to the door up to the apartments as he could. He killed the engine, hopping out and making his way around the truck to help Vaughn out. He helped him up to his room, opening the door and laying him gently on the bed. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab some bandages," he said before giving Vaughn a quick kiss on the nose
(aaand gtg for the night. see ya tomorrow)
(Oof lmao I was about to go too. Seeyah, night)
Most of the ride there had been a blur to Vaughn. He felt like the blood loss was getting to him, making him nauseous and lightheaded. Kaz said he was going to go get something. He couldn’t remember what. Why was this bed so much more comfortable than his? He would have to stay over here next time. He grew even more exhausted, eyes slightly rolling back as his eyes fluttered shut.
(tfw you hit the snooze button and wake up an hour late)
Kaz went into the bathroom, reaching into one of the cupboards for a box of bandages and gauze. He grabbed it and walked back to the couch, sitting down next to Vaughn. "It's okay, we're gonna fix you up," he said before reaching into the box and pulling out a few large pieces of gauze. He set them on Vaughn's thigh, frowning at the amount of blood that had leaked from the wound. When the bleeding finally seemed to slow he wrapped the gauze in place and set the box to the side. "There. All better."
(OOF)
Vaughn had grimaced when Kaz pressed the gauze to his wound. He felt like he was on the border between consciousness and unconsciousness. He felt nauseous, like he would get sick. And his head. He felt like he was burning up. Maybe he wasn’t really feeling these things, maybe his mind was playing another trick on him. Despite that he had been hurt way worse on other occasions, he had always been a sensitive person to injury when it first occurred. He whimpered softly, reaching for Kaz’s hand.
Kaz took his hand. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here," he said, leaning forward to peck Vaughn on the forehead again. His eyes went wide at how warm he seemed. "I'm gonna get something for your fever, okay? I'll be right back," he said before getting up and jogging into the bathroom again
(This is adorable! Sorry for being an awkward fangirl.)
(it's fine, i agree with u to)
(I’m trying to make it a little fluffy after the angst lol)
(ik, i can see that)
(Okay I’m back, sorry about that. And oh my god I was thinking about this, I kind of want to give Vaughn a pet dog or something in the story I’m writing. But not like a pitbull or anything, I want to give him a cute little friendly dog like a yorkie or something because that just sounds hilarious)
Vaughn hummed in response, leaning back against the bed. He was so tired. Just fall asleep, haven’t you been around enough? Take a break the whispers soothed. And he wanted to listen, his eyes shut as he gripped the bedsheets as a way to anchor him with reality.
//a chihuahua
(oh my god lol)
Kaz came back a moment later, a wet washcloth in hand. He folded it and set it on Vaughn's forehead, running a hand through the other man's hair. "You'll be alright, I promise. And if you get any worse my next door neighbor is a medic."
(Lmao yesss. I just think it would be hilarious to see this violent serial killer babying a tiny puppy or something)
Vaughn let out a sharp breath of relief, the cold cloth feeling amazing against his burning skin. But he tensed at the mention of the neighbor. He shook his head in a desperate way, grabbing onto Kaz’s wrist tightly. “No one else, not safe,” He stammered out.
Kaz flinched a little before relaxing again. "Don't worry. I won't call them unless I absolutely have to. Cas is a dick half the time anyways," he said, moving Vaughn's hand gently from his wrist so he could hold it. "Do you need anything? Something to eat or drink or something?"
(OH MY GOSH CAS)
Vaughn squeezed Kaz’s hand tightly as his eyes opened slightly so he was squinting up at Kaz. “Any alcohol to take the edge off?” He asked with a dry laugh, which turned into a cough, then a sharp groan of pain.
(yeeep lol)
Kaz nodded. "Yeah." He got up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a half empty bottle of vodka and bringing it into the bedroom. He helped Vaughn sit up and handed him the bottle. "Here you go love," he said, taking Vaughn's hand again
Vaughn leaned his head back against the headboard. He gave Katz a greatful smile before popping the cap off and taking a swig. He felt like his muscles were already relaxing and loosening up from the vodka.
('his muscles weee' lmao)
Kaz smiled at him, moving so he was sitting next to Vaughn on the bed. He held his hand tightly, rubbing small, soothing circles on the top of Vaughn's hand with his thumb. "Just set the bottle on the nightstand when you're done," he said softly