Chapter 1
Red crimson blood drips down his leg as I use my full body weight to pull him through the window. He's soaking wet due to rain, and he's shaking. I kneel down beside him on the carpet, "Roy, baby, what the hell happened"I ask as he grabs my hand tight, "I got jumped, it's OK"he murmurs, "no it's not, baby it's not, let's go get you cleaned up"I say gently. I know he's lying to me, chances are he was being a vigilante, just like Oliver, and got himself hurt. I try to help him stand up but realize it's not happening as he goes back down to his knees as soon as we try. I end up putting my hands underneath his arms and with little resistance he lets me drag him to the bathroom. I help him sit against the wall and then I very gently unzip his hoodie.
Then I take off his t shirt, and then finally his shoes and pants. His upper right thigh is bleeding pretty heavy as I take a towel to it and hold pressure. It eventually slows down and I release the pressure, "you want to try a shower"I ask him quietly, "yeah, I think I can try, but I don't know how long I can stand"he says wincing as I help him up. I start the hot water and then help him get in. I close the curtain and I stand right outside the whole time. "I'm done"he says bracing the wall, "OK, I gotcha"I say opening the curtain. I put his hand on my shoulder as I turn off the water and then help him get out. I hand him a towel and then I leave to go get him some clothes. I borrow a pair of sweats and a shirt from Oliver , going into his room because I know he's not here and I know it doesn't matter. I come back to the bathroom and I very gently help him into the t shirt, and then I bandage his leg, "we need to get you to the doctor in the morning babe, your going to need stitches"I say looking at the long deep wound that covers the front part of his thigh, "k"he says tiredly. "Let's get you to bed"I say helping him put on the sweat pants, "sounds good, I'm really tired"he says.
On wobbly legs I help him get to the bedroom, and then to my bed. I help him get underneath the covers and then I do so myself pulling him to my side. "what time is it"he asks quietly, "1:00"I say looking at my phone, "OK"he says sleepily. He falls asleep soon enough curled into my side and once I set my alarm I fall asleep myself, hoping he'll be OK and wondering what he got himself into.