forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo smiles at the dogs interactions before looking up. He walks towards the door, Nike seemed happy, so it was Thatcher. He rushes towards the door, his heart hammering in his chest. "Thatcher?" He opens the door slowly.

Thatcher flinched over so slightly, and then his face contorted into pain from the movement. He was leaning heavily against the door frame, and Nikes right head growled while the other two pinned their ears back. Blood was dripping onto the ground from his back.

Halo's eyes widen. "Oh my god! Thatcher!" He gently grabs Thatcher, helping him into the house. "I've got you. I've got you." He helps the other onto the couch, "Lay on your stomach, I need to look at it." He whispers, gently kissing Thatcher.

“I’m not allowed to treat it,” Thatcher mumbled, his voice soft and weak. He held onto Halo, feeling exhausted as he leaned into the others touch.

Halo's eyes widen. "If you don't treat it you're going to pass out!" He whispers, shaking his head. "At least let me wrap it so you don't bleed everywhere." He says quietly. "I won't treat it, just wrap it." He pleads softly. He hated seeing the person he loved in pain.

Thatcher clenched his jaw softly as he looked at Halo. But he gave a sigh and nodded his head slowly in compliance, laying down on his stomach on the couch. He grimaced in pain, fists clenched tightly.

Halo places a hand on his mouth when he saw the wounds on his back. "Oh Thatcher…" He whispers breathlessly. He was so scared. He quickly retrieved bandages and walked back into the room. He kisses Thatchers forehead before starting to wrap the wounds.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, you should be in bed resting,” Thatcher mumbled. He hissed in pain, struggling to stifle the pained noise that was threatening to escape.

"No, no." He whispers. "Ah! Sorry!" He squeaks, hearing the other groan in pain. He gently kisses the top of Thatchers head again, breathing slowly. "I've got you." He whispers. His trembling fingers slowly wrap his chest.

Thatcher breathed a bit heavily as he clenched his eyes shut in pain. Nike was sitting by them, whimpering softly. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, fists still clenched.

"Sorry for what?" He whispers, finishing up with wrapping his wounds. He gently kisses Thatchers bandages. "Let's get you to the bed so you can relax." He says gently.

“Sorry for breaking the rules..” Thatcher answered. Halo was technically still in charge of him. It was maybe just an old habit. “I killed someone without permission. This was my punishment..”

Halo smiles a little. "Self defense, was it not?" He asks, hoisting the other up. "Let's go, love." He says gently.

“It was, but still.. I could have just knocked them out, but I was being stupid,” Thatcher said. He hissed with pain when Halo helped him up, pain shooting through his spine.

"Shhhh. I've got you." Halo says softly, helping Thatcher to the bedroom. "I've got you." He whispers. If only he hadn't been caught.

Thatcher eventually got to the bedroom. He sank onto the berm laying on his stomach. He sighed softly, jaw clenched in slight pain. He just wanted to pass out and sleep. He was in so much pain… But it was worth it.

Halo sits beside him running a hand comfortingly through his hair. "I'm so sorry, babe…" He whispers quietly.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Thatcher mumbled. “I would do it again, I have to keep you safe,” he said.

Halo sighs quietly. "Still." He whispers. He continued to run a hand mindlessly through Thatcher's hair.

“Come here,” Thatcher mumbled after a moment. He gave Halo’s arm a small tug, wanting the other to lay down in the bed with him.

Halo lays down obediently, smiling a little. His eyes were filled with concern as he lay there. "Are you sure you're okay?" He whispers, running a gentle hand along Thatchers cheek gently.

(Sorry that I was gone for a bit, I needed a mental health break)

“It hurts, but I will be okay. They aren’t life threatening.” Thatcher murmured quietly. He relaxed slightly under Halo’s touch as he stayed laying on his stomach, his eyes occasionally drooping a bit.

(It's fine, we all need those)

Halo nods and smiles softly. "Rest. You need it." He says quietly, gazing at Thatcher lovingly. He sighs quietly as he relaxes into the bed and next to the other. "I love you." He mutters.

Thatcher shifted a bit and reached out, wrapping his arm around Halo. “I love you, too,” he mumbled in response. He tilted his head so he was able to press a quick kiss to the others cheek.

Halo smiles, nuzzling into the others shoulder.