Aliceinwhumperland's Whump Words of the Day: "Your hair hurts? Pure luxury. My teeth hurt. My eyelashes hurt."
Warnings for implied beatings
Scott rolled his eyes at his always over-dramatic younger brother. But he didn't smile and he didn't laugh, which troubled Gordon greatly.
Gordon bent down and helped Scott sit up, then ran his fingers gently through his hair. There it was – a sticky patch that wasn't there before they had taken Scott away, along with more bruising and blood. Looked like a couple of broken fingers to add to the steadily growing list. He knelt beside Scott and separated the hair to check how bad the wound was. It was bad, but nothing neither of them hadn't lived through before.
Scott's eyes were a little unfocussed, and he reached out to gently touch Gordon's black eye. He grinned.
'No wonder your eyelashes hurt.'
The words were slightly slurred, and Scott trailed his hand down to Gordon's split lip, gently pulling his lower lip down to see the red-rimmed teeth.
'And your teeth.'
The grin on Scott's face turned feral, and he pulled Gordon into a hug. He was totally unprepared and practically fell onto his brother.
Gordon may have a black eye and a bloody mouth, but compared to Scott, he'd got off light. He relaxed into the hug as Scott whispered in his ear.
Oh yeah, his brother was alright.
And even better – he had a plan.