Thatcher walked back into the room, holding a bundle of supplies in his arms. He noticed that Halo was awake and quickly went over to him. He knelt down next to the bed, a hand caressing Halo’s cheeks. “How are you feeling, love?” He asked gently.
Halo leans into Thatcher's touch, purring softly. "Better." He whispered hoarsely. He sighs and looks at the others wounds. "Are you okay is the real question."
“I will be fine,” Thatcher assured the other. But he wouldn’t be, not becaus e of the injuries though. He killed ithout the authorization to do so. He’s seen reapers killed for that crime.
Halo nods and takes his hand, trying to focus on his breathing. He gives a quiet sigh as he tries to relax.
“What happened, Halo? Where did he hurt you?” Thatcher asked. He noticed the few gashes and bruises on his skin, his heart skipping a beat. It pained him to see the angel like this.
Halo slowly pulls his shirt up to show a large gash on his stomach. "Th-this is the worst…" He mumbles weakly.
Thatcher’s eyes widened a bit at the large gash. “I am so sorry, Halo,” he breathed out, a shudder in his tone. “It’s my job to protect you, and I left you alone… Gods, I am so sorry.”
Halo smiles a little. "It's not your fault Thatcher." He pulls the other down gently to kiss him softly, before pulling away.
Thatcher had returned the kiss very gently. He nodded his head slowly in understanding. Of course he still felt guilty, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. He handed Halo two small pills and a small glass of water. “These are pain pills, they should kick in relatively quickly so this will hurt less,” he said, picking up a piece of gauze to clean off the blood that was on Halo’s stomach.
Halo nods, smiling a little before taking the pills and the water. He was in a lot of pain, especially the burn on his shoulder blade, but he wasn't going to tell Thatcher about that. About the symbol on engraved into his skin by fire. He winces as the blood is cleaned off, and sighs quietly, looking away from Thatcher and down at the sheets.
The burn looks like this: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/546413367263992625/ //
Thatcher wiped the blood away before glancing up at Halo’s face. “I’m doing to disinfect the wound. It might sting,” he warned as he pu disinfectant on a piece of fresh gauze. He then gently dabbed at the wound, trying to be as careful as he was able to be.
He nods, biting his lip a little as Thatcher warned him. He gulps softly and watched as Thatcher cleans his wound. He winces, biting his lip. He takes a breath, but yelps in pain when Thatcher presses a little to hard. "I'm okay." He assures the other softly.
Thatcher’s hand had immediately flinched away, and his head snapped up to look at Luno’s face, guilt clouding his whole expression. He felt miserable and upset that Halo was in pain because he left him alone. He reached out with his free hand, lacing his fingers with Halo’s gently. He seemed hesitant, but began to gently dab at the wound again.
Halo smiles a little at Thatcher, "I'm okay." He says again, seeing the other flinch away. "I really am." He smiles and gently leans forward, wincing a little to kiss Thatchers forehead. He leans back again, sighing softly. He laces his fingers withing Thatchers happily, humming as he does so.
Thatcher eventually finished disinfecting the wound, now very obviously trying to work as carefully as he possibly could. “It’s going to need stitches…” he breathed out. Now he was nervous. Halo couldn’t deny that that had to hurt.
Halo nods a little, "I suspected it did…" he mutters softly, smiling a little. He looks at Thatcher, a gentle look in his eyes. "Could you…?" He whispers. "O-or do you know someone…?" He asks quietly. It was going to hurt… a lot. But he didn't mind.
Thatcher did know many Reapers who were more skilled in the medical field than him, but he doubted that his people would help him after what he did. “No, I don’t know anyone. But I can do it,” he said, looking up at Halo’s face, not returning any sort of smile.
Halo nods slowly, biting his lip, his grip gently tightening around Thatchers. He looks at Thatcher. "Knock me out, gag me, shove a sock in my mouth, I don't know, but make sure I don't make any noise… it's most likely that hunters will hear and come search." He whispers. "And right now, we both can't afford that."
Thatcher’s brows raised in surprise. He would never, ever even want to think about knocking Halo out and hurting him. He glanced around the room a bit nervously before picking up a shirt from of the ground, bundling it a bit. “Just bite down on this,” he said. Though having Halo unconscious would be the best thing, that would require him to hurt Halo.
Halo watches the other, his face staying dead serious. He looks at Thatcher with a gentle look as he offers the shirt. Halo kisses his forehead before opening his mouth and biting down on the fabric. He nods to Thatcher, squeezing his hand and giving and encouraging look that he was okay.
Thatcher tilted his head to press a kiss to Halo’s knuckles. He gave Halo a worried look before picking up the needle and thread, squinting with concentration as he stuck the needle into Halo’s skin.
When the needle dug into Halos skin he cried out, biting down on the fabric. He tried his hardest not to jerk, since he knew it would make things complicated and difficult. He tried to focus on his breathing.
Thatcher’s eyes widened a tad as he immediately apologized. He paused for a moment to allow Halo a moment before he threaded it to the other side of the wound. He gave Halo’s hand a squeeze, encouraging the other to squeeze it.
Halo squeezes tightly onto Thatchers hand, screaming at certain points. It hurt, it really hurt. But he knew Thatcher was helping him. Tears slowly flow down his cheeks, soaking the bloodstained shirt that he had bitten into. He sobs softly, shaking his head, shutting his eyes.
Thatcher’s eyes showed emotional pain, just from seeing Halo crying and listening to him scream and cry. He did this. It was his fault. He tried to do the stitches as carefully and quickly as he was able to. He finished a few minutes later and immediately hugged Halo to his chest, wiping away the angel’s tears and taking the shirt out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly.