Adi looked down at Otis quivering on their bed. None of his injuries were extremely severe- save for his possibly broken shoulder and ribs she knew had to be broken. He was badly bruised just about everywhere on his body and extremely dehydrated, but that she could manage. It was the emotional scarring she dreaded to see the severity of.

"Baby...Hey, sweetheart..." She cooed, stroking his hair out of his face. God, it was uneven and hacked at. She would fix that at a later time. It broke her heart, though. She had loved that long white mane of his. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?" Blood was caked in his hair and all over his body. He was dirty in general, too, from rolling around on the floor. A white substance she didn't care to identify was caked on him in various areas, as well. She knew a nice warm shower couldn't hurt.

She gathered him into her arms and felt him stiffen in fear. She heard his heartbeat increase. "Shhhh...It's me. It's just me...Can you stand a little for me? I need your help to get you there."

He did the best he could to assist her in all but carrying him to the shower. She turned the water on, undressing herself and making sure it was nice and warm before she brought him under the spray.

She sat down with him in the tub, knowing he wouldn't be able to stand for long. She nestled his head in the crook of her neck, balancing him against her. He shook, fearful of what she would do to him.

"D...Don't h...hurt me...p...please...d...don't hurt me...Please don't hurt me..." He begged.

"No, baby it's just me...It's just your babygirl. No one is going to hurt you." She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. She lathered soap on a waschcloth and gently caressed his body, trying to first get him used to the sensation before she really set to cleaning him. He still shook, begging under his breath for her not to hurt him. "Shhhh...It's okay, sweetie. It's just me. No one is going to hurt you. You're okay." She peppered his face with kisses, trying anything to comfort him.

She started to try and scrub the dirt and blood off of him. She knew it wouldn't be pleasant for him, but she tried to comfort him as best she could. She pressed soft kisses into his hair and onto his forehead, peppered his face with kisses and whispered reassurances in his ear as she scrubbed him, the alabaster skin turning pink under the scouring. He shook and flinched as she touched him, moaning in pain as particularly sore areas were cleaned.

"Shhh, sweetie...It's me. I love you, baby. I love you so, so much Otis. You're my Otis. I love my Otis more than anything." She adjusted him so that he was sitting up more, his head falling forward and his shoulders slumping. She squirted a liberal amount of shampoo into her hand, and began to work it into a lather, massaging his scalp. She heard him groan lightly and giggled. "That feel good, sweetheart?" He nodded his head slightly. She could feel him begin to relax, starting to realize that he was home. She took her time shampooing his hair, since he seemed to be enjoying it. She was starting to tire, too, however. She tilted his head back and shielded his eyes, rinsing out the lather.

She shut off the water and carefully stood with him, trying not to slip herself, and propped him on the sink to dry him off, gently patting him dry. Looking up at him, she noticed his eyes flutter open.

"Hey, handsome." She cupped his cheek. He flinched, of course, but she didn't falter. "You're safe now, baby. You're home. You're with your babygirl." She peppered his face with kisses, pulling him against her into an embrace.

"Adi...?" He mumbled.

"Yeah, baby. It's me. It's me. Come on. Let's get you to bed." She all but drug him into their bedroom, struggled to get him into boxers and a pair of sweatpants. She examined his shoulder and found that thankfully, it was dislocated and not broken. She shoved him into a makeshift sling after she had set his shoulder correctly. She propped him up with what must have been a dozen pillows, knowing he preferred to have a bit of elevation, and that it would help take the pain off of his ribs a bit.

She took a shower herself, breaking down while she had her privacy. Her man; her beautiful, sweet loving man, had been brutalized terribly right in front of her. She would forever hear those cries and screams, those pleas to stop that were halted by threats to her harm. He had taken all of this for her. To prevent her from dealing with the damage he was dealing with right now. She felt horrible, but she knew that no matter the situation, it would have ended up the same. He would always have volunteered for her. Always. And she knew she always would for him, too. He had sacrificed himself for her. And he was dealing with the consequences. She felt guilty, but she also loved him all the more for going through hell to preserve her. She knew he would struggle with guilt for what they had done to her. He had tried so hard to protect her from everything he could, and they had still gotten her. She knew it was something she would struggle with, too, but she would get through it. They were strong individually, but even stronger together.

When she had finished her shower, she came in to their room to find him sleeping soundly in their bed, sprawled out. He was out cold, finally able to relax in his own bed. She smiled softly and made herself a makeshift bed beside hi. It wasn't worth waking him up to settle in bed with him. She could keep an eye on him just fine from where she was laying, and she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally exacerbating an injury by rolling on him.

"I love you, sweetheart..." She managed before she slipped into a deep slumber. They were home, they were safe, and Otis was alive and taken care of.