A/N: I DON'T OWN! Edgar practice! Did I do a good job?

I think that Nny is my gift from God. Even his name means 'God's gift' in Hebrew, so I believe that what I'm saying is correct. Which means that if he's hurt...it must be God punishing me, right? I don't know what I did this time, but it must have been awful for Nny to look as bad as he does. His right eye is swollen shut and the other cerulean orb is glazed over from pain. He's soaked through to the bone;doesn't take much because he's mostly bone, his shirt almost completely ripped off of his thin frame as he leans heavily on my doorway.

The lighting flashes outside so I can see more bruises and blood and mud caked all over his pretty pale skin. His breathing so hard I swear I can see his heart working under his visible ribs where the shirt is torn off. I instantly sweep him into my arms, not caring about the mess or the knife that might meet my heart later for me just coming into contact with his skin. I just care about fixing this, fixing all the things I have done wrong to get this suffering away from my angel.
He gives an odd keening sound, one that sounds like a dying lamb and I remind myself that yes, he is a dying lamb. He's being sacrificed to pay for my sins and my sins alone.

"E-Edgar?", He coughs up blood, "Wh-why're you cry-ying?"

Because you're hurt Nny, and I could've stopped it but I didn't and now God is angry and now you might die and it's all my fau-

"I-It's not your f-fault. An-and don't worry 'bout th-the blood, no-not all of it's mi-mine…."

I stop for a moment before starting to strip him of his clothes. He pulls back with a defiant growl, mumbling something of the lines of 'pervert'. I hush him though, placing into the bathtub I can't remember filling. Slowly, I clean him the water turning gray from all the filth that leaves his skin. I hesitate when I get to his private parts, waiting for him to pull his knees shut so that I can't touch because I've already gone so far...but all I get is a hiss as I brush against him, my face growing hot even though we aren't doing anything and this is wrong because we're both men but I can't help it…

"It hurts, Edgar. Cause they tried to do bad things to me."

Whose 'they'? What bad things?

"They...held me down and…tried to do stuff. I-I could see them! Th-they were just like him! He-he's why...why I don't like touch now. I...feel icky when people…"

He shudders and I notice that my hand is going into uncharted territory with a washcloth as it's only barrier. Fuck. I should stop before...a moan. Shitshitshit…

"Mmm...I don't like it if it's anyone else. Bu-but...ah! You-you're safe…"

Is God praising me or putting me to the test? I-I don't think I can resist…his face is so flushed and I...um...have a little problem. Wh-what am I supposed to do?

"E-Edgar...maybe we sh-should st-stop...mmm! I'm kinda-kinda bleeding…"

YES! Right, bleeding!

I swear I die a little inside as I lay against my gift, unsure of what has just gone on in that bathroom. Was God punishing me more? Was he praising me? Was this the Devil trying to lead me into temptation? Nny's skin brushes my hand and it takes all my willpower not to grab him and-

Kiss...him…

Nny's on top of me and he's the air, the sea, the sky. I can hear Heaven calling my name and feel Hell's fire and suddenly I understand as we break apart. Nny isn't God's gift to me.

Nny is God…