Broken. He was broken.
It was the word that kept coming back in his mind every time his eyes landed on the body of his lover. The new marks were still fresh, even though they had taken a pink color and lost this blood colour.
The blood.
He could still smelled it on his hands, sometimes, when he was asleep and dreaming or when his hands were on his body while they were making love. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about this day he had nearly lost him. This day, he had honestly believed that he wouldn't survive it. His partner, his friend, his lover…
His Callen.