Logan's eyes widened at his action and quickly switched their positions so he was on top and pinned James's body so he won't fall off the sofa. After a few painful minutes James stopped screaming and was whimpering in pain while holding his head, "L-Logan?"
"It's okay James I'll be back with a first aid kit alright."
James didn't respond as Logan quickly ran to the bathroom down the hall, he rummaged through the cabinets underneath the sink and took out a white box with a red box. He ran back to the living room to see James still on the sofa in the same position. The brunette got on his knees and opened the kit before turning to James and took his arms. James flinched, "please James let me help you; I can't do it if you won't let me."
Slowly James lowered his arms and opened his eyes; Logan wiped his cheek when a tear fell from his red eyes. The brunette went back to the kit and took out the necessary supplies to treat his lover. After checking for a concussion and changing the bandage on his temple, he put everything away and placed it aside to store it later in the bathroom. "How do you feel?"
"Tired," he mumbled.
"The pain you experienced was probably caused from one of your memories trying to get to your conscious." He theorized.
James groaned and rubbed his forehead.
"I'll give you your medicine later after you get some sleep," he brushed his hair making James sigh in content.
"M'kay," he closed his eyes and in moments fell asleep on the couch. Logan leaned forward and pecked his lips before he went to brushing his hair watching James sleep in peace.
James woke up to the smell of something spicy in the air; he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He rubbed his eyes trying to clear his vision; he noticed that Logan was gone and that the mysterious smell intensified slightly making his tongue water and his stomach growl. He stood up, but quickly sat back down when he felt his knees shake and placed a hand on his forehead when he felt it painfully throb.
His stomach growled making him groan, with a shaky breath he stood up again, slowly, and began his walk to the doorway of the living room. Taking deep breathes he leaned against the door frame and closed his eyes; he could smell a faint chicken scent making him lick his lips in hunger. Placing his hand on the wall he began to walk toward the smell until he reached another doorway, it didn't surprise that he was lead toward a kitchen. It was large with metal refrigerators, stoves, dishwasher, and a large white marble island in the middle of the room filled with cabinets of food and kitchen utensils.
He saw the brunette's back turned him and grabbed something putting it in a small blue bowl, "L-Logan?"
The brunette turned and was surprised to see James standing, he quickly went to him. "James you should be resting," he grabbed his arms and placed it around his shoulder and placed his arm around his waist helping him walk to the table.
"Something smells good," he said when he took a seat.
"Are you hungry?" his answer was a loud growl, James blushed and looked away.
Logan walked toward the island and grabbed a spoon and the bowl he was in front of and went back to James. He placed the small bowl in front of him, James nose was instantly filled with different scents of spices and chicken, he tried to pick up the spoon, but his shaking hand wouldn't let him grip the utensil.
"Here let me," the brunette took the spoon and began to feed him.
James sighed, "man, it must have been some fall to make me feel this crappy."
"Yeah," Logan mumbled as he continued to feed James.
Licking his lips for any excess flavor, James sighed in content at being filled and began to slowly get up. He let out a small cry of surprise when he was suddenly picked up from the floor and quickly placed his arms around the brunette's neck.
"I-I can walk."
Logan gave him his best smile, making James blush, "It's okay; I want to help you."
The brunette left the kitchen and walked down the hall. James noticed they passed the living room and a staircase and instantly felt his heart beat accelerate when he was back in the room filled with coffins. His breathe hitched when he stood in front of an open coffin, the coffin he woke up in.
"Logan," James looked up at him and tightened his hold around his neck. "I don't want to sleep in there. Can I sleep in a bed?"
He frowned, "but you like sleeping in the coffin."
"I do?" he stared at him as if he suddenly grew a second head.
"Yes. Is there any way I can make you more comfortable in it?"
"Why can't I sleep in a bed?"
Logan made a sad expression, "you like- I guess liked sleeping in this coffin because I made it."
"You did?" he asked surprised.
He nodded, "yeah, you always told me that you would bury yourself under the covers so you won't see the sunlight because you slept in front of the window. I made this for you, I was trying to make it look like a bed, but it turned into a coffin instead." James let out a small smile when he saw the older male blush a bit. James gave the coffin one more look before he swallowed nervously. "W-well, I don't want your hard work to go waste."
"I guess old habits die hard." Logan let out a smile of his own and gently placed James inside. While James was making himself comfortable Logan grabbed the blanket and placed it over him tucking him in then gave him a kiss on the forehead surprising James. Logan gasped, "sorry, it's uh…it's a um… another habit…uh I-,"
"It's okay," James said feeling his cheeks slightly warm, "it felt nice."
"Oh," Logan cleared his throat, "Goodnight James."
"Goodnight Logan." Logan's smile was the last thing he saw before he closed the lid. James touched his forehead where Logan's lips touched and closed his eyes replaying the moment in his head. Ignoring the fact he was sleeping inside a coffin he closed his eyes let out a smile of his own. While Logan placed both hands on top of the coffin sighing in relief, he stared at it for a moment before he took out a small notepad from his pocket making a few notes.
James** Day One-2:17 A.M.
-Amnesia, probably caused by shock from both trauma and electricity
-Experienced no pain for 12 hours (except while kissing, felt pain in his right lobe, a memory from former self caused by familiar touch on his back)
-Able to drink water, consummate carbohydrates and protein (food)
-Body is able to take in oxygen and release carbon dioxide, and digest
-Able to move arms and legs(and walk) with no problem whatsoever
-Exhausted in last hour
So far so good, he thought. He gave a final glance toward the coffin before he turned and left the room; he walked to the door underneath the stairs and opened it. "I won't let anything get between us James not even death," he said before he closed the door.
Sorry it took a while. I'll be working on more chapters this week. Hope you like it!