To Darkness
Summary: 100 word drabble. Eames is hurt and Arthur finds him. Unbetaed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Arthur and Eames.
Despite the bravado he attempted to put on, Arthur saw right through it.
"You okay?" he approached cautiously, as if he were approaching an angry lion liable to attack the nearest person.
His injuries were worse. But Arthur supposed what he couldn't see was far worse. The psychological damage was done and wasn't as easy as the wounds to fix.
His eyes were fixed on the wall, blank. The deep red wounds were bright against the pallor of his skin. His hair was disheveled and his clothes torn and smeared with blood.
Arthur took a deep breath. "I'm here, Eames."