[ graves doesn't even bother to chide him about that terrible joke -- no, there is a lot of blood and he knows it's probably nicked an artery. he thinks quickly, tugging his scarf from his shoulders and pressing it against the wound to stem the bleeding. not too far away, he can hear one of his men concluding his call with the ambulance, and he keeps him in his arms, heart aching at the hurt evident in his small whine. ]
You'll be all right, baby. [ the term of endearment spills out before he can even stop himself, even if it's out of earshot of everyone else. he's worried, the intensity of his emotions wearing at his formidable sense of self-control. he should have put more men on him, been more on guard. credence is hurt because of him, and he kisses his forehead softly, gently shaking him. ] But now you have to stay with me. Don't go to sleep. Look at me. Be with me. What happened to walking it off?
[ ah, yes. guilting himself. it's difficult not to though, the sound and sight of his guard, his friend, slumping forward with the life drained out of him just like that.
baby. credence almost smiles but it's more of a grimace because the pressure over the wounds hurts like hell. instinctively his body tries to jerk away before he can stop it but that hurts even worse and he stills, a breath choking out of him.
in the moments where his eyes are closed he tries to gather himself to obey. it's difficult but he manages to crack his eyes open to look at him, coiling closer anyway. ] I'm awake. [ barely, it looks like, but he's doing his best. he leans up into the kiss to his forehead before he shifts to catch graves' mouth in a barely-there kiss. ] I missed you.
[ after a short period of time, the wailing siren of an ambulance can be heard. ]
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[ graves doesn't even bother to chide him about that terrible joke -- no, there is a lot of blood and he knows it's probably nicked an artery. he thinks quickly, tugging his scarf from his shoulders and pressing it against the wound to stem the bleeding. not too far away, he can hear one of his men concluding his call with the ambulance, and he keeps him in his arms, heart aching at the hurt evident in his small whine. ]
You'll be all right, baby. [ the term of endearment spills out before he can even stop himself, even if it's out of earshot of everyone else. he's worried, the intensity of his emotions wearing at his formidable sense of self-control. he should have put more men on him, been more on guard. credence is hurt because of him, and he kisses his forehead softly, gently shaking him. ] But now you have to stay with me. Don't go to sleep. Look at me. Be with me. What happened to walking it off?
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[ ah, yes. guilting himself. it's difficult not to though, the sound and sight of his guard, his friend, slumping forward with the life drained out of him just like that.
baby. credence almost smiles but it's more of a grimace because the pressure over the wounds hurts like hell. instinctively his body tries to jerk away before he can stop it but that hurts even worse and he stills, a breath choking out of him.
in the moments where his eyes are closed he tries to gather himself to obey. it's difficult but he manages to crack his eyes open to look at him, coiling closer anyway. ] I'm awake. [ barely, it looks like, but he's doing his best. he leans up into the kiss to his forehead before he shifts to catch graves' mouth in a barely-there kiss. ] I missed you.
[ after a short period of time, the wailing siren of an ambulance can be heard. ]