After the Fight with Gene

[morethanprops]

Moist takes Urquhart carefully through the Bar, stopping only to get a first aid kit,

"Lean on me as we go up the stairs."

His shirt is pretty much ruined as its covered in blood and mud, but oddly he doesn't mind.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's ribs are hurting quite badly now that the fury is leaving him.

"Did you get some ice, too?" he asks. "They have it here even in summer, which is useful because you don't get bruises only in winter. Damn."

He looks at the blood that has been dripping on the floor, leaving a trail where he went.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, I did,"

Luckily his room isn't too far away and Moist gets the door open and starts moving Urquhart towards the bed.

[scots_wolf]

"I'm a mess," Urquhart says. "Dripping blood everywhere. That revolting foul-mouthed English guttersnipe!"

It's all Gene's fault, of course!

[morethanprops]

"I'll get a bath running for you,"

It doesn't take him long to get it started and then starts carefully wiping down his face.

[scots_wolf]

"Thank you," Urquhart says, sitting heavily on the bed.

His ribs are hurting badly now, and his face feels like a swollen mess of hurt.

"Can I have some of that ice? It feels as if the inside of my skull is dripping out."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, once I've cleaned the worst off your face,"

That takes a while, but Moist is efficient. Then he gently puts some ice covered in a towel on Urquhart's face.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart presses it to his cheekbones where it hurts worst, as if from internal pressure, and sighs.

"Can I have a kiss," he says, "or am I still too repulsively bloody?"

He won't mind if Moist says yes.

[morethanprops]

The wet cloth is now covered in blood and mud as Moist leans in to carefully kiss Urquhart's lips,

"No, you're not."

[scots_wolf]

"Thanks," Urquhart says. He leans forward to kiss Moist back.

It had been good to hit Gene Hunt, not just because of this. But because of this as well.

[morethanprops]

"Now how badly are you really hurt?"

Moist can tell its bad, but Urquhart will know better.

[scots_wolf]

"Something inside my skull has gone gooey," Urquhart says, "and my ribs feel odd. But nothing I haven't had before."

[morethanprops]

"I'm going to do my best to patch you up, but you're to rest. The bath will be ready soon and hopefully that will care for some of your bruises. You really shouldn't tease him, he's like the worst sorts of guards or the wolves who want an excuse to hurt you. I'm going to try and get you out of these awful clothes, let me know when it hurts too much."

[scots_wolf]

"Just cut open the shirt," Urquhart says. "That'll be easier for the ribs. And before I sleep, I really need some whiskey."

[morethanprops]

"I have some here, but that's for later,"

Moist sighs at the shirt and goes to his desk to get a small and sharp knife to cut the shirt off.

Then he winces at all the bruises, "The bath will help with those."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart looks down his side.

"They're going to turn some spectacular colours," he says.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, they are. This is why I don't like violence. I prefer to stay the color that I am."