Halo winces and cries out as the last few stitches are placed in, giving a relieved sigh as Thatcher finished. He holds onto Thatcher, sobbing softly and freely now without the gag in his mouth. He holds onto Thatcher as he calms down. He sniffles and rests his head in the crook of Thatchers neck, giving a small sigh. "It's okay… it's okay…" He whispers.
Thatcher pressed a few kisses to the side of Halo’s head, resisting the urge to grip the other tightly. He never wanted to have to do anything like that to Halo ever again. He cared about Halo too much to handle him in so much pain. “I’m sorry, I love you,” he mumbled quickly.
Halo smiles at the gentle attention, hugging Thatcher back, kissing his cheek gently. "I love you." He was grateful towards Thatcher. He had never had anyone take care of him like that. He sighs and holds the other, sighing softly with relief and happiness. He litters oft kisses along Thatchers jaw and cheek. What he didn't realize was that his shirt had slipped a little to reveal the edge of the symbol burned into his shoulder.
Thatcher pressed another quick kiss to the side of Halo’s neck, his lips trailing down the skin slowly. Though when he neared the base of Halo’s neck, he noticed something burnt into Halo’s shoulder. He frowned against Halo’s neck and pulled away, reaching to move the material of Halo’s shirt aside a bit more.
Halo tilts his head, purring softly at the kisses on his neck. He smiles and shuts his eyes as he allows the other to kiss him. He peeks one eye open when Thatcher pauses and when he removes Halo's shirt a little around the neck line. His eyes widen when he sees Thatcher looking at the tip of the burn mark. He pushes away, placing a hand on his burned shoulder in a defensive position, his eyes wide.
Thatcher was a bit startled when he was pushed away with Halo. “Halo, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he said quickly, holding up his hands in a surrendering position. “I just want to look a what it is, love. It’s okay, I promise.”
"N-no…" Halo says softly, shaking his head. He was scared. What would Thatcher do if he saw the burn mark? He gulp softly, muttering 'no' a few more times. He didn't want Thatcher to see. He was so scared. He had already asked so much from Thatcher, and Thatcher needed attention to his wounds. "It's nothing…"
“Halo, love, please.. It’s something, just let me see it,” Thatcher soothed. He needed to see the mark, just to make sure that Halo was okay and not hurt any further.
Halo shakes his head, "N-no…" His voice is small, a slight tremble to it. His eyes were frightened, nervous, unsure. He loved Thatcher, but he didn't want to show Thatcher that… abomination.
“Halo, it’s okay.. I promise, it’s okay to show me. If you think it’s something bad, then it’s okay. I am still going to love you,” Thatcher assured the angel. “Please? I just want to make sure that it’s nothing serious that could get infected.”
Halo gulps before looking at the burn then towards Thatcher. Slowly, he removes his hand. He takes a shaky breath before pulling the shirt over his head and turning his back towards Thatcher so he could see the pink and red burn mark now etched in his skin.
Thatcher’s eyes widened a tad at the terrible looking burn mark. “Oh, Halo.. It’s okay, you’re okay. Don’t be afraid to tell me about these things anymore. This really should be treated,” he said in a gentle tone.
Halo gulps and nods, biting back tears. Why was he so weak? If he had fought, none of this would have happened. Thatcher would be okay, he wouldn't have this hideous burn mark… if only he had fought against the man. He takes a trembling breath. "O-okay…" he whispers.
Thatcher shifted closer and tilted Halo’s head a bit. He gently pressed his lips to Halo, kissing the boy for a moment before he broke away a minute later. “It’s okay, I promise,” he said softly, next pressing a kiss to Halo’s forehead.
Halo starts when Thatcher kisses him, tearing up a bit. He melts into the kiss, sobbing softly. He holds onto Thatcher, sobbing softly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" He whispers, his voice cracking. He felt so broken. So useless. He cries quietly into Thatchers shoulder as he sobs uncontrollably.
“Love, please don’t cry. I love you, you don’t need to be sorry,” Thatcher soothed, holding Halo close. “Everything is okay. It wasn’t your fault.” He hated to see Halo so upset about something that he couldn’t have controlled.
Halo sniffs, "If I had been stronger, if I had fought back we wouldn't be in this mess…" He sobs softly, shaking his head as he relaxed in Thatchers grasps. He shakes and cries, not moving from his spot.
“It isn’t your fault, I promise. Please, angel, you have to believe me about this. You were caught by surprise, you couldn’t have done anything,” Thatcher soothed. He honestly didn’t know what had happened. All he knew was that Halo had been taken when he was gone.
Halo gulps back tears, trying desperately to calm down. He sniffles and holds onto Thatcher, glad to be safe in Thatchers arms and sighs softly and relaxes in Thatchers grip.
“There you go, Halo… Just try to breathe,” Thatcher soothed. “You’re safe now. I won’t let anything else happen to you, I promise. Are you hungry or anything? Tired?”
Halo takes a shuddering breath, sighing softly. "Thank you Thatcher…" He whispers, hugging the other. "Thank you so much…" He shuts his eyes and relaxes. "C-could you possibly sleep with me…?" He whispers softly as he settled down on the bed. "I don't want the nightmares to come back…" He mutters.
Thatcher sets the medical supplies aside. “Of course I’ll sleep with you, love,” he said gently, talking off his shoes, and then his tshirt. He climbed into bed now as well, laying down next to Halo. He wrapped his arms around Halo gently, holding the other close.
Halo sighs and smiles a little bit, hugging Thatcher in return as he shuts his eyes. He nuzzles into Thatchers warmth and sighs quietly.
Thatcher gently pressed his lips to the top of Halo’s head. He reached down with one arm just to pull up the covers over them. He would make sure that Halo felt safe again.
Halo smiles gently, kissing Thatchers cheek gently. He nuzzles into Thatcher and relaxes, sighing quietly. "Thank you… I love you." He whispers softly before shutting his eyes.