Assaulted [A Meme Starter]

[Agron]

Tag: Cétan

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron’s car had broken down but fortunately, he was not far from Cetan’s place. They had a date tonight and Agron was going to pick him up and go somewhere relatively close by. Unfortunately, the walk there wasn’t as … peaceful as Agron had initially thought it would be. He was ambushed by a group of five men, daggers out and threatening him. Agron had told them he didn’t want any trouble, and on this abandoned high way, it didn’t look like anyone would be stopping by sometime soon. So he just reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and meeting each demand they made for his phone and any other valuables he had on them.

Once they took whatever Agron had, the firefighter thought the worst to be over but he suddenly felt the hilt of the dagger collide against his jaw. His mouth filled with blood, and instinct took over. He attempted to counter the next attack, holding the guy’s arm and managing to throw a few punches at a couple of the guys, but the sharp slide of the dagger at his side slashing him slowed him, causing him to stagger before he felt another fist at his jaw. The last thing he remembered, was a circle of the men, the throbbing and sting of kicks and punches, before Agron eventually succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness.

He was unsure how much time had passed as he groggily opened his eyes. Only one. For the other seemed to be swollen shut. He groaned, a breathy curse escaping him as he tried to piece together what had happened. It was dark out, so he had been unconscious for at least an hour. Agron forced his body to sit up, sharply inhaling at the pain as he lifted the bottom of his blood stained shirt to expose the knife wound. It didn’t appear to be life threatening. Then again, he would have probably bled to death by now if it was. He was fairly certain he looked as bad as he felt, bruises on his body, and could only hope there were no broken ribs. But walking was not fucking easy.

Agron eventually gathered the strength to stand on his feet, looking around him. Part of him hated showing up at Cetan’s like this, not wanting to worry him. The other part of him … knew he had no choice. They had taken his phone, and it wasn’t like there was any where else nearby he could go to. So against his preference, Agron slowly made his way to Cetan’s place, having to pause every so often until the throbbing was not so unbearable. It seemed like a never ending road until he saw where Cetan lived, heavy breaths emitting Agron as the over exertion of his wounded body was catching up to him. He reached Cetan’s door, fairly certain it was late enough for him to possibly be sleeping. Leaning against it, Agron took a slow breath, inwardly cursing again for having to show himself like this, and raised his fisted hand to knock on the door.

[Cétan]

SACRED WINGS

Granny had kept giving him the side eye. She didn’t say anything but Cétan knew what she was thinking – he’d been stood up. He supposed most people would have thought as much, but Cétan wouldn’t even consider it. There had to be a good reason for his absence for Agron had never given him a reason to believe otherwise. Agron was kind, gentle, foul mouthed and always considerate, so even as he watched the hours tick away, his unwavering trust never faltered.

His concern, however, grew with each passing moment. Agron had given him a phone to keep in contact with but now he wasn’t answering his own. He gave Granny a hug and she scruffed up his hair when she shuffled off to bed. Afterwards he sat in the kitchen, a silent phone resting in his palm. Where are you? He thought. Perhaps he got called back to work and didn’t have enough time to let him know. Perhaps he had even forgotten his phone at home. Cétan tried to keep his mind on such mundane excuses instead of letting his imagination get the best of him.

He must have dozed off as he was startled awake by a knock on the door. He checked the clock that hung over the stove. 1:00 am. It had to be Aggie. Only he would show up this late… and only he ever knocked. Bare feet padded across linoleum floors to open the unlocked door.

The blood was the first thing to register. It was everywhere. Soaking his clothes, dripping down his skin and pooling at his feet in the entryway. “Aggie!!” Cétan nearly shrieked, lunging forward to pull him into the house. “Oh my god! We have to get you to a hospital!…. Is that a stab wound? Were you stabbed!?” Without hesitation, Cétan shrugged out of his tee-shirt and used the balled up material as a compress against Agron’s side. With his free hand he used his palm to swipe at the blood that stained Agron’s face, trying to see how bad the wounds were since head injuries usually bled worse than what they were.

Cétan’s whole body was a live wire and he seemed attentive to every little detail. He lead Agron over to the couch closest to the door and laid him down, not caring how dirty or bloody the fabric would get. “Hold on, Aggie, I’ll call an ambulance.”

tag: Agron

[Agron]

Tag: Cétan

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Cétan’s reaction was precisely why Agron had not wanted to come here like this. Why he had not wanted Cétan to see him in such a state. And yet, there was an undeniable comfort being in his presence. Being with him right now. As if in this moment, Cétan was the only person that Agron wanted to see. The person that Agron had feared me may never see again. His body numbly moved with Cétan’s direction, urging him on the couch and somewhere in the back of his mind, Agron knew that his blood would stain it. Just as it would the shirt that Cétan removed to have something to wipe the blood with. Everything felt hazy; shock ceasing all else in Agron right now.

His questions belatedly processing, knowing that Agron had to say something. Though the trauma and exhaustion – including the blood loss – was making it difficult. He reached out to take Cétan’s hand in his own, unsure if it was for reassurance for his partner, or further comfort for Agron’s own self. He just found himself holding Cétan’s hand. Needing that contact as he let out a few heavy breaths. "I’m fine." The words instinctual though he knew they weren’t exactly true.

"It didn’t go in, just cut across." The stab wound. More of a slash. But was that what was really important right now? Agron gazed up at Cétan, uncertain what emotions his gaze held, only that it was unguarded in this moment. "I’m … " Agron breathed, the words barley coming out despite the sincerity of them. "I’m so fucking sorry." That he came like this. And without thinking about the blood or anything else, he gently took Cetan’s hand towards his lips and kissed the back of his hand.