#tw stitches
Doodling some undead boyfriends
♡ Imagine patching up your f/o after an altercation.
They knew to come to you for help. You may or may not ask how they got themselves in the state they were, perhaps they’re quiet and reserved about the ordeal when they first called, preferring to not discuss what happened to spare you the gruesome details. Or alternatively they tell you how everything unfolded as you clean their wounds gently, trying not to press them about their choices.
Whether it’s minor scratches, a deep gash or a gunshot wound, they knew to trust you with patching them up. Especially if they couldn’t trust immediate help depending on what they did exactly.
A certain closeness to them as you stitch them up is relieving, the silence and comfort of being near them and making sure they’re okay by your own hands. Applying bandages and checking in with them to make sure nothing is too tight or uncomfortable. It’s a time of bonding between you both, making sure they’re all cleaned up and ready to heal over the next few days. Stripping them of their bloodied clothes, running them a bath or a shower, and making sure they don’t strain themselves by moving too quickly.
Expressing how you love and care about them, and how they have to be a little more careful no matter what business they get up to. You can’t afford to lose them, they know this, and they promise you to try and be a bit more ample to preserving their body from more harm. Though they appreciate what you do for them, and how you don’t judge them for how they got such injuries in the first place. They love you for this, for being so accepting and caring, it might not be something they were used to, but you’ve changed that for the better.
You guys wanna see my scar?? All the other lines are from where I’d been laying down but that one down the middle is my scar. It goes up my neck a little more, you can’t see cause my neck brace.
“No. You can’t be a hero. You have to let other people do stitches, too.”
Uncle Walter, sleep talking
Continued from here
CW: Stitches, blood, drugged (vampire venom), stabbed/impaled aftermath, bites (vampires)
At home, August set Morgan gently on the floor. Their breathing was shallow— almost imperceptible. August’s hands were shaking as he carefully stitched Morgan closed.
He took a deep breath and then bit his wrist open. August let his blood flow into Morgan’s mouth. Morgan choked for a moment and August pulled them up to sit. After a while, the bite mark on Morgan’s neck began to bleed again. August closed the bite and, not long after, Morgan started to wake up, sinking their fangs into August’s wrist, only half-conscious of their actions.
August had to fight to remain alert against Morgan’s venom. He knew Morgan wouldn’t be able to stop themself before they took too much.
“Morgan.” August said after a few minutes. “Morgan, you need to stop for a moment.” Gently, he made Morgan release their bite.
“Please…” Morgan slurred, eyes closed.
“It’s okay, Morgan. You’re going to be fine.” August closed the bite on his wrist and retrieved animal blood from the kitchen. He helped Morgan to drink and Morgan grabbed his arm, desperately thirsty for more.
Eventually, Morgan’s hold loosened. August moved away, drank some himself, and then carried Morgan to their bedroom and laid them down.
As August turned to leave, Morgan reached out and took a weak hold on his shirt. “D-don’t…”
August turned to face Morgan, whose hand fell. “What is it?” He knelt down next to the bed.
“Don’t go… S… stay…” Morgan’s eyes were half-open, unfocused, and bloodshot.
August hesitated. “… I’m here.” No one had wanted him around for thousands of years. He felt torn. He didn’t want to be wanted. He didn’t want to get attached to anyone. And yet somewhere inside, he knew he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Not really.
Morgan grimaced. “H-hurts…”
“I know. I know it hurts, but it’ll get better— I promise.”
“What—” Morgan stopped for a moment to breathe. “What ha-happened..?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
Morgan closed their eyes. “I-I remember… Azari attacked me… He… s-said he was going to find… you… then… then I don’t know.” Morgan’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine. But you almost died.”
Morgan looked confused.
August sighed. “You remember I told you vampires can only be killed by a wooden stake through the heart?”
Morgan gave a faint nod.
“Azari staked you. He missed your heart by a fraction.”
Morgan tried to sit up, but quickly paled and fell back.
“Don’t try to move. It’s going to hurt for a while. You’ll need to rest heavily for at least the next week and a half— even with advanced healing. A human would have died from your injuries. Do you want me to dull the pain?”
“Please…” Morgan whimpered.
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