Guri nods and lets their brothers know where they're going, and then he and Gib and Ben are Moving, back to the living room at home.] Easy, easy. I got you.
[Guriel shudders and holds him closer, while Gib takes on a body and wraps himself around both of them until they're all entangled in a tight knot of protection around him.] I know. I know. Easy, brother, take it easy. He didn't. And you're out of there, now. You're safe.
I can still taste his blood... [And there's a lot of very embarrassing waterworks, right there. Dammit. But that's the bad button, and it came way too close to getting pushed.]
[It's all the worse because he physically can't get a deep breath. Clinging to both angels in a manner that would crush an ordinary human, he takes longer than usual to come down from this one, and his chest still aches when he does.]
Mm-hm. [Ben squeezes the angels one last time and staggers to his feet, nearly going down again (twice) before he steadies himself on the cane. Upstairs (and isn't that a fun trip), he gets he shower going as hot as he can stand it and strips off his jeans and socks -- Dad only knows where his shirt and boots ended up. But at least this time his remaining clothes didn't get bloody. Small mercies.
He spends a long time under the spray, rinsing his mouth again and again, scrubbing his face and his hair with Janni's shampoo instead of his own because he wants the reminder of her. Only when the hot water runs out does he exit the shower, and he towels himself off with the ruthless efficiency he's always had. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he eyes himself in the mirror.
His chest is still massively bruised and looks slightly caved-in on the right side, where Shaitan kicked him. It aches like a bastard, and getting anything like a deep breath is pretty much out of the question. Well. It'll heal. Eventually.
He scrubs his teeth, twice, and rinses and gargles with mouthwash three times. And finally feels... more human. Less fragile around the edges. With the towel still wrapped around his waist, he stumps into the bedroom and grabs a clean pair of pajama pants out of his dresser.]
Yeah, a little. [He yanks the pajama pants on and tosses the towel over the door. The bed calls to him, and he collapses across Guri's lap with a tired si--
And then makes a pained noise as his ribs protest the cavalier treatment.] Dammit.
Probably should sleep on my back. Lying on the injured side? Not really an option. [He rolls over and closes his eyes.] So glad you found us. Never thought you wouldn't, but... [He shakes his head.]
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Date: 2011-10-02 03:59 am (UTC)If he had...
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Date: 2011-10-02 04:46 am (UTC)Well. That was horrifying. Sorry.
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Date: 2011-10-02 04:59 am (UTC)Shai ripped his tongue out.
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:00 am (UTC)[And he stops, because there's no need to finish that sentence.]
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:04 am (UTC)I need a shower so bad.
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:14 pm (UTC)He spends a long time under the spray, rinsing his mouth again and again, scrubbing his face and his hair with Janni's shampoo instead of his own because he wants the reminder of her. Only when the hot water runs out does he exit the shower, and he towels himself off with the ruthless efficiency he's always had. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he eyes himself in the mirror.
His chest is still massively bruised and looks slightly caved-in on the right side, where Shaitan kicked him. It aches like a bastard, and getting anything like a deep breath is pretty much out of the question. Well. It'll heal. Eventually.
He scrubs his teeth, twice, and rinses and gargles with mouthwash three times. And finally feels... more human. Less fragile around the edges. With the towel still wrapped around his waist, he stumps into the bedroom and grabs a clean pair of pajama pants out of his dresser.]
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Date: 2011-10-02 07:44 pm (UTC)And then makes a pained noise as his ribs protest the cavalier treatment.] Dammit.
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Date: 2011-10-02 08:23 pm (UTC)And we'll take care of you.
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