forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“I will try my best not to,” Thatcher answered. “Do you have any names to give me? I’m still bound to you, you know,” he reminded.

"I'll have to check, give me a second," Leon said. He went on his phone and looked around for siren hunters. "Jeremiah Carter? He's apparently killed a lot of sirens."

Thatcher squinted at Leon’s phone and nodded his head a bit. He took out the sheet of paper and pen, holding it out to Leon.

Leon put his phone away, taking the paper and pen and writing 'Jeremiah Carter' in his messy handwriting. He handed the paper and pen back to Thatcher.

“Thank you,” Thatcher said. He took the paper and pen, stuffing the two back into his pocket. He tilted his head so he could press a kiss to Leon’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

Leon blushed a bit. "Okay then," He said, smiling at Thatcher.

Thatcher smiled gently, pressing his lips to Leon for a moment as well before stepping away. He went out the front door, shutting it behind him. He squinted at the sunlight as he walked away from Leon’s house.

Leon sighed when Thatcher left and plopped down on the couch, taking out his phone and looking for jobs. He could work at a library, or he could work at another cafe.

(Alright)

Thatcher didn’t know what had happened. Everything had been going just fine. He had only just ambushed the man, when the man had pulled a dagger and plunged it into his stomach multiple times. Yes, he had killed the man, but now he was very injured. Though this wouldn’t kill him, he could still feel the pain of it. Maybe this was what dying felt like. So, he stumbled back to Leon’s house, Nike following him closely as he kept a hand over the wounds in his stomach.

Leon was on his couch, trying to think of ways to pass time until Thatcher came back. He hoped Thatcher didn't get hurt or anything like that, he only knew how to take care of minor stuff.

Thatcher told Nike to stay outside, and she did so. He went to the front door and opened it, feeling a sudden anxiety. This would not go over well with Leon. He knew that even if he told Leon that he would be okay, the other still might get worried.

Leon glanced at the doorway and saw Thatcher, his eyes widened in surprise and he quickly went over to him. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.

“I’m okay, it just didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped it would,” Thatcher assured, shutting the door with his free hand, the other still pressed against his stomach. “I did kill him, but I also got stabbed at least three times. I don’t know.”

"Do you want me to get an anything?" Leon asked. Normally he would have felt slightly guilty when he found out that Jeremiah Carter died, but he couldn't care less right now.

“Maybe a towel or bandages if you have them? Something to stop the bleeding,” Thatcher said. He moved his hand away from the wounds, looking down at his blood drenched palm.

"Okay then," Leon said. He quickly went into his bathroom, he quickly took out some bandages and went back to Thatcher, handing them to him.

Thatcher thanked Leon, taking the bandages and shrugging off his coat. He next unbuttoned his button down, unsure of where to put the two items of clothing. There were three deep puncture wounds in his stomach, and if he was normal, he surely would have died from the injuries very quickly.

Leon held Thatcher's coat and button down while he did whatever he needed to do. He wasn't really sure what to do so he just stood there.

Thatcher wiped his skin clean of the blood that continued to pour. He pressed a bandage to the wounds, and the blood quickly soaked through. So, he layered the bandages multiple times, but he would mst likely have to replace them soon anyways.

Leon quietly stood where he was, watching Thatcher. "If you ever need more bandages, you can ask me or you can take them from the bathroom," He said, nervously fiddling with his hands.

“I think I should be okay for now, thank you,” Thatcher said. His stomach stung, and he did his best to ignore the pain. He rubbed at his cheekbone, where a bruise had formed from falling off of the man.

"Okay then, good," Leon said, sighting his relief. He looked at the bruise on Thatcher's cheekbone and lightly touched it. "How did all of this happen?" He asked.

Thatcher inhaled sharply when Leon touched the bruise, but he leaned into the touch slightly. “I had to tackle the guy because he had a gun, and maybe I got bruised when that happened, I’m not sure. But before I was able to kill him, he pulled a blade on me and stabbed me multiple times.”