"Don't you think you should try to eat something... you don't look so good." Penahll helped the now freshly bathed and clothed man back to the couch.
"Not yet alright?"
"Soon though okay?" Doug begged as he took a seat next to him and opened up the bottle of anticeptic that he had been holding under his arm...
"Yeah soon." Tom mumbled as he felt his sleeves being rolled up, he hated being so helpless so fraile, he never should have taken this case... he never should of allowed this to happen to himself...
"Your gonna be alright." Doug said for about the 50th time that night as he looked up and noticed a pain filled and vacant look in Tom's eyes, "Your gonna be just fine.I'll do this as quick as I can but it might sting a little."
"Okay." Tom's features tightened as he felt the sting of the peroxide against his flesh a light yelp escaping his lips, his fist tightening...
"Sorry... sorry sorry..." Doug apologized as he placed the first of many bandages around the wounded flesh. As fast as he could he finished his arms then moved to his ankles, and within fifteen minutes the task at hand was finished, "You see that I shoulda' been a medic." He smirked trying to lighten the mood a little.
"You don't have the bed side manners of a table lamp Douglas, you never would of made it as a medic."
"That's what you think."
"No no no, that'w what I know."
"Oh hush now, or when I change these thigns I won't be so gentle."
"That was gentle?" Tommy asked yawning as he allowed Penhall to help him back to a laying position on the sofa...
"Good night THOMAS!"
"mmmm..." Tom's eyes were aleardy closed his body feeling a complete release and comfort... something he wouldn't be feeling for long, but for the moment was a welcomed sinsaion...
"I'll just uh, sit right here and watch T.V." Doug settled himself back into the plush arm chair and began once more to flip through the channels on the television, for some reason he could not bring himself to sleep his eyes kept finding themselves drifting from what he was watching to Hanson's restlessly sleeping form.
It must have been a good three hours before Penhall's eyelids finally drifted down and he found himself to tired to fight it off anymore... "Maybe... just for a minute..." He whispered into the dead night air the remote falling from his hand and on to the carpet as he fell fast asleep.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tom's body jolted as he began fighting to find air fear swollowing him whole as he fell from the sofa and smacked against the floor hard.
"Tom... oh jeezus." Doug jumped up from where he sat and was at his friends side in seconds, "God man, are-are you alright?" He knew that was a stupid question the minute he looked up to find Tom's eyes red and watering, "Did- did you hurt yourself?"
"No." He whispered allowing himself to be practically lifted back to the couch...
"If you need to talk-"
"I'm cold." Hanson frowned.
"I'll get you a blanket, you want a blanket? I can do that."
Tommy nodded closing his eyes and putting his forearm over them, what he really wanted was these images, these nightmares out of his head, these...these fucking piece of shit memories to go away.
"Here man," Doug's face couldn't help but be covered in worry he knew Tom needed to talk, maybe he didn't want to but he needed to... "Just try to get some rest." He cleared his throat not wanting to press any issues for the time being. "I'll be right here, I promise."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Doug..."
"Yeah?" Penhall froze in his motion just as he was about to slide back into his seat...
"I mean it... Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Thank youu all and I promise to have more up tomorrow night assuming of course I can finish up part nine. Thank you again!
Lady Rosebud