Halo holds the other. His neck was sealed now, and Halo's eyes were back to crimson. "That's all I could do." He whispers, kissing John gently. He holds the other before gently picking John up, wary of his wings. "We're getting you to the medical tent. I don't want those getting infected." He says softly. "Rest."
“Halo…” John winced with every movement, his hands gripping onto Halo’s arms tightly, “M-Make it s-stop,” He cried quietly, pressing his head into him, “It- It hurts, Halo.”
Halo chokes back a sob. "I know, love. I know. Just hang in there." He mutters, rushing towards the medical tent. He makes it and sets John down, starting to tend to John's wings and smaller cuts. His breathing is shaky, his eyes wide as he works.
A medic startled at Halo’s arrival, quickly making for the exit, not even noticing John’s bloody form.
John shook, crying out in pain as Halo went to work. That pain. There were so many cuts, and gosh, his wing. John struggled, pure instinct kicking in. He couldn’t even see straight anymore, and he barely realized what he was doing as he flung a weak defensive hand out in attempt to get the pain to stop.
Halo bites his lip, his eyes shutting as he works on the others wing. Silent tears ran down his face. "I've got you, it's okay. It's going to be okay." He whispers, running a hand along John's wing, hoping to bring his mind on the gentler sensations.
(Quick q. Is it possible when John flung his hand out, he grabbed Halo's neck?)
(Sure)
Pain shot through John’s body, originating at his wing. John’s hand grabbed onto skin (aka, Halo’s neck), trying to push back, trying to make it stop. He could barely do anything, his senses were overwritten by that immense pain.
Halo's eyes widen, choking. His hands go to John's neck, barely breathing. "J-john." He doesn't dare scratch at John's hand, just holds it. His grip was vice like on Halo's neck. "J-john, baby. Please let go." He chokes out, his eyes watering. He couldn't breathe.
The words were like the snap of a whip. It shook John so fiercely out of his pain, his eyes finally processed what he was doing. His hand couldn’t have dropped faster, “Halo, oh gosh Halo, what have I done?” John’s hands shook, he needed to say something more, he needed to make sure he hadn’t hurt Halo, but he felt as if he touched him again- John choked on a sob, “Halo, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Once John had let go of him he gasps for air, coughing and gagging. He rubs his neck gently but smiles softly at John. "Hey, it's okay. Calm down." He whispers, grabbing John's hands in his own to steady them. "Easy, it's okay." He mutters soothingly. "Shhh, shhh John. It's okay." He kisses John's hands gently, before leaning forward and gently kissing him. "It's okay."
John gripped Halo’s hands tightly, murmuring again and again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry,” He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, from kissing Halo back softly. He tried sitting up more, but the pain held him down like a shackle.
Halo smiles gently, "It's okay, baby. It's okay." He whispers gently. He leans against the other gently. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to finish and I can give you some pain meds, it's going to be okay. Do you want me to knock you out?" He asks gently.
John tried to blink away the tears, then looked away shamefully, “I- Yes…” He had been trained to withstand this kind of pain. But gosh it hurt, and his wing… John closed his eyes, his muscles tensing again, each little cut like a irritated beehive when moved. Just make it stop…
Halo nods, gently kissing the other. His eyes flash gently and the other falls into rest. He works on patching and stitching the wounds. He finishes and places some gentle healing herbs onto the wounds, taking deep breaths as he wraps his wing and makes sure to bind the wound securely. He gently touches John's eyelids, kissing him softly. "Wake up." He says gently.
John’s eyes fluttered open, and he made a small, appreciative noise when he found the absence of pain. He smiled tiredly when he saw Halo, “Love…” He murmured, bringing a tired hand up to Halo’s face, cupping his cheek. His eyes looked at Halo’s neck, and he said weakly, “I didn’t mean to.”
Halo smiled gently as he gazes down at the other. He kisses John's forehead, taking John's hand with in his own, pressing his cheek into John's hand. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "And I know you didn't mean to." He assures gently. He kisses the others nose, sighing happily. There were small purple bruises around where John had squeezed.
John eyes didn’t leave Halo’s neck. That sickening guilt hit him again like last time, and he pulled away a little, unable to look at Halo. He needed to explain himself, “I just- It hurt and I couldn’t focus and- I just didn’t know.” John clenched and unclenches his fists, chewing on his lip.
Halo kisses John softly, taking John's hands in his before he leandd John's hands to his neck. "It's okay." He whispers. "You didn't know until I called you." He whispers, kissing John gently on the lips this time. He didn't care. He didn't mind. He was just glad John wasn't in as much pain before he slept.
John’s fingers brushed over the bruises softly, then he wrapped his arms around Halo’s neck, kissing Halo back. “I love you…” John whispered, then started kissing him again and again. Safe. His good wing curled around Halo, hiding them from the world.
Halo smiled gently, holding the other in his firm grasp. "You're going to be okay. It's just going to take a while for you to heal." He says quietly. "I love you too, John. So much." His wings flutter a little before he pulls away from John's lips to kiss his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his jaw, everything.
John loved the caressing kisses, savoring the feeling each one brought him. His hands moved from Halo’s neck to his back. His fingers brushed up the arch of Halo’s wings once. Twice.
Halo holds onto the other, smiling at how happy John seemed to be. He looks slowly at John, kissing him again. He starts when he feels the other touch the arches of his wings. "John…"
John looked at Halo through his lashes, licking his lips a little bit. He pulled Halo closer, kissing each bruise lightly. I did this… John nuzzled Halo softly, trying to convey his apologies.
Halo holds the other, smiling softly. He smiles at the gentle neck kisses, running a reassuring hand through his hair. "It's alright, John." He whispers, knowing the other was sorry, and trying to tell him that. He holds John gently. "It's alright." He mutters, kissing his temple.
“It’s never going to happen again,” John promised quietly, “I’m never going to hurt you again.” He drew little circles on Halo’s back with his hand, breathing him in. Someones going to find us in here… John didn’t care, instead, he nuzzled Halo more.
Halo smiles a little and nods, kissing his forehead. He melted into John's gentle touch, giving a relaxed side. "You're going to be okay." He pulls away and kisses John gently. "I still need to clean you off a little, okay? But the major stiff is done… If only I had been there in time… I should have never left." He mutters, resting his forehead against John's. "But once we leave, no one will hurt us ever again." He assures gently.