Series: *shrug*
Author: Ventrue Methuselah
Plot: A bitter tussle with Nagi Naoe leaves Brad Crawford hurting and Squall Leonhart goes to comfort him.
"Squall-kitty." Brad whispered, wiping the blood from his cracked glasses. The 16-year-old Cat-Folk ronin sat in front of the crippled Brad and stroked his hair. Setting his head in Squall's lap, Brad felt his lungs wheezing with blood. Squall rubbed his hand up and down Brad's torn back. Brad's eyes watered, feeling firsthand what Nagi's telekinesis can do to a human body. The 27-year-old business man weakily gripped Squall's shorts with broken knuckles. Squall cradled him very tenderly, feeling Brad's pain through his soft, slender fingertips. He ran his hand up and down Brad's scarred back, feeling the blood on his hand. His own feline eyes watered and he felt his anger rising. While the others comforted the crying Nagi, he was alone to comfort the near-dying Crawford. Squall slid Brad's glasses from his face and with his rain soaked shirt, he dabbed Brad's wounds. Brad went to protest but Squall shushed him softly by putting two fingers on Brad's chapped lips. Squall's cheeks became tear-soaked when he felt Brad's broken arm in his hands. His hands glowed a very soft white light. He began to heal every one of Brad's broken bones. "Squall-kitty... Don't cry." "I'm sorry, Brad. You shouldn't have been beaten senseless." "I deserved it." "Regardless! You shouldn't have been beaten senseless." Brad rested his head on Squall's manly chest. He saw a small trail of blood drip from his lips down the smooth contours of Squall's breast. "Squall... don't let me go...." He whispered... then faded into unconsciousness. Squall began to cry, holding Brad close. -END-