on days like this, you remember. dave/dirk, warning for light incest.

John's lying on the bed, his eyes wide as he stares at the ceiling. Tears pour down his bruised cheeks. His head is wrapped and so is his chest, underneath the nightgown he's wearing. You can see marks and bandages mar his pale skin. You feel like crying, and blink to keep those tears back. You step inside, trying to sound normal. "Hey Egderp." Your voice cracks. {Johndave}