"Friday, umm, night time. I didn't look at the clock. You've been gone for six days." Jack ran gentle hands over Cedric's arms, down his chest, trying to find where he was hurt. "Do you need the clinic?"
"Here, too," he said quietly, hands stilling on his chest. Watching Cedric intently in the limited light, he was worried by what he could see on his face. "What do you need?"
"You are," he confirmed, sliding one hand under Cedric's head, cushioning it, when he saw the wince. "For the last time if I have anything to say about it," he muttered under his breath. Where he'd been and how and why could wait until Cedric was warm and safe. "It's too cold to stay here. If I help, do you think you can walk back to the dorms?"
It was Jack's turn to wince and he immediately let go, keeping one hand on Cedric's back. "Sorry. I just-- " He cut himself off. It didn't matter. "Let's get you home," he managed a smile, "and you can tell me where you've been."
He slowed when he spotted the figure lying on his back. The map just said he was here, it didn't say in what condition. "Cedric?"
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And now, he was back.
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