Chapter 10: His Pain

There was particular sound heard in the small apartment of 7C. The only very almost unaudiable sound was the chanting of one person's name coming from another's lips. Under the mess of blankets and pillows lay a mess of red hair tangled and cascaded across the bed. The poor person was shaking with fright trying to cover his sorely bruised body from sight as silent tears fell down his cheeks. Across the room another guy was dressing himself buttoning his shirt slowly while smirking at the withering form in front of him. By the strangers feet torn clothes were scattered across the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

After finishing dressing himself, the dark haired boy creeped up to the curled up ball that was his victim. Curling up his lips in a smile he whispered into his ear. "Thanks for the 'rest' whore." The figure said as leaving.

As soon as the door of his apartment shut to a close Grell cursed under his breath. "Bastard." His words came out like air, his voice was completely gone, lost. Lost from trying to call for his savior. Slowly he attempted to get up only to find his body was in much more pain than he thought. "Ugh." Grell grunted as falling back to the bed. The red head could only think as he cried, was he really that worthless to Will that he would not come and save him. "Of course he wouldn't come."He barely squeaked out of his sore throat. "I'm not worth anything." Grell made up his decision, what was the point of living when there was nothing to live for and no one to miss him. Trying again he got himself off the bed and dragged himself to his bathroom with his blanket gripped at his waist and chest. Inside his hand his phone, which left indents in his palm, was still there as he walked. Grell looked himself over in the mirror seeing all his bruises. The purples and reds of fingerprints were covering his arms and hips. Covering himself back up Grell made his way to his kitchen looking at the knives in view not even realising he had three missed calls on his phone.

"Dammit Grell pick up!" Will yelled at his phone while dialing again. His blood pressure was boiling over board, as he ran a red light trying an means necessary to get to Grell.

"You have reached the voicemail of-"

"Dammit!" Will cursed as turning the corner. Pulling over to the parking lot Will quickly parked his car and ran to the front door. He found Grell's name on the pannel and rapidly pressed it. "Come on. Come on." Will chanted. Being impatient he banged on the door. "Hey? Anyone there?" He practically screamed as still pressing Grell's apartment buzzer.

Inside the door a middle aged man who was Mr. Nakamo the owner came to the door shouting, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Let me in I need to see Grell Sutcliff." Will shouted.

"Press his number." Mr. Nakamo said simpily. "If he wants you in he will unlock it for you."

"You don't understand old man! He is in trouble he called me screaming you have to let me in!" A fist came flying at the door making the glass shake.

"Ok." Mr. Nakamo said without thinking as he opened the door. Will as quick as he could ran up the stairs to Grell's apartment with Mr. Nakamo right behind him.

Will pounded on 7C's door. "Grell open up! Its me Will let me in Grell please!" Will said as jingling the door knob. He turned to , "Its locked!" Mr. Nakamo pushed past Will with the key and jingled the key in the lock. Hearing a click Will turned the knob again only to see the chain blocking his way, ignoring the cost of damage Will stepped back and kicked the door making the chain break loose.

He ran inside with right behind him. Looking first inside Grell's bedroom then the bathroom he turned around hearing shout, "Holy Shit!" Terrified Will ran to the kitchen where stood to see Grell with a knife on the ground at his feet covered in blood as he was gasping for air as blood left his wrists rapidly.

Will ripped two towels from the kitchen counter and wrapped them tightly around Grell's wrists. "Don't just stand there get out of my way!" Will shouted as picking Grell up in his arms, the blanket cascading around his already injured form. Running out the the car Will put Grell in the front seat making his head fall into his lap unconciously. While driving to the hospital Will brushed the tear soaked hair away from Grell's face. Tears came to Will's own eyes in fear of his loves life. He knew if he made it out-no he had to stay positive, when Grell made it out of this he would tell him everything.

Pulling up to the hospital he pulled Grell back into his arms and rapidly carried Grell into the hospital shouting, "He needs help, help him." This scene was going in slow-mo for

"Sir. What happened?" A nurse asked.

"I got a call from him that he was being attacked. I came to his house to find him like this in the kitchen with a knife." Will said in histerics as the doctors tore Grell's bloody body from his arms.

The nurse wrote down his statement on a clipboard. "His name?" The nurse asked politely.

"Grell Sutcliff." Will stated in a shaken voice.

Will almost felt like he was in the movies. He heard her ask him questions which he unconciously answered without realising what he was even saying. He looked around as people moved rapidly around him. They all moved the same, slow and distinctive.

"Age?" The kind nurse asked bringing Will very slightly out of his daze.

"16 or 17 I believe."Will responded.

"Your relation? Family or Friend?" He belived he knew why she asked this. Will believed it was to get information on Grell's condition asap. So he told the truth.

"His family and him don't get along."

"I meant you, you are?"

She asked him who he himself was in relation. Will watched Grell as they placed his limp body on a strecher rushing him to the ER.

"His boyfriend."

A/N: Loved Writing this chapter. I was listening to dramatic music on repeat the whole time. Where Butterflies Never Die by Broken Iris to be exact. GOOD SONG. SOOOO anyway PLEASE REVIEW I love reading everyone's comments. :) hugs and loves:) Thanks.