If you prick us, do we not bleed?

[chainsaw_juliet]

Day: 15
Characters: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & River Wenhamm {recerche }
Summary: Every hero needs a heroine at his side
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day
Status: Closed, Complete

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[recerche]

Once again the bed had been forgone in favour of the floor, curled up there in one of the sheets from the bed. The floor was certainly cold, but he was all but ignorant of it with the shock that had come from the 'therapy'. Headache relief, it had been called, and he could still remember with sickening clarity the sound of the hand drill against his skull.

The sound of that now-familiar voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he lifted his head to look towards the door. "It's... open, I think," he called out, already clambering to his feet, keeping the sheet tucked against his waist to properly greet Grell.

[chainsaw_juliet]

"Oh no..." Grell gasped. "Oh my..." Placing the tea carefully on the side table, the Reaper then walked to River and carefully draw him into an embrace.

"I take this is their radical new treatment for headaches?" Gingerly he touched the stained hair, careful to avoid the obvious wound. "Come here..."

Keeping his tone soft so as to not aggravate River's thinking further, Grell took him by the wrist and guided him to sit on the bed.
"You can't lie down. You'll have to sit up against the wall to drink your tea and I'll stop you from falling asleep." Tenderly the redhead wiped the blood dripping down River's jawline. "If you sleep, I won't be able to wake you up..."

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[recerche]

All thought processes momentarily paused as he was drawn into an embrace, feeling younger than he had in a long while at that moment. "It's. . . their version of 'help', I suppose," he replied softly, eyes falling shut at the touch to his hair, a faintly distressed smile pulling at his lips for a mere second. Blond hair was matted with drying blood, and while skin had been stitched, little had been done to properly clean him up once all was said and done. A neat little patch had been shaven where the hole had been bored, the skin around bruised from abuse

Then I'll just do this XD

[chainsaw_juliet]

Grell adored the fact that a mortal's emotional problem could be solved, or at least lessened, by a good warm hug. The Reaper arranged the linen he wore as a makeshift toga, the fabric draped over one shoulder and the rest wrapped arftfully around him. Grabbing the hem, he tore a sizable length and folded it into a crude gauze pad. Carefully he dabbed at the wound before kissing River's cheek.

"I said I have to keep you awake because if you fall asleep, you won't wake up." Grell reached over, placing the mug of tea into River's grasp. "Even a magical kiss wouldn't wake you from your slumber, I'm afraid."

[recerche]

There was a soft hum of understanding as he took the mug from him, fingers folding around the warm cup, letting it rest there for a long while without taking a sip. "I'm. . . not concussed, I don't think. Just. . . Ah. You're probably right."

He didn't say anything for a long while, shoulders sinking down as he leaned in against the fingers dabbing at the still fresh wound, having enough awareness to give a small wince in answer. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he was finding it hard to pin anything certain down as he let his eyes close with a quiet sigh.

[chainsaw_juliet]

"You've lost a lot of blood and they drilled into your skull, Mister. Not the best idea to nod off, I'm afraid." Grell warned, running a hand through the bloodied bond hair in a comforting manner. "Talk to me."

The redhead tucked the pillow behind River's head, cushioning it from the cold unforgiving wall.
"Tell me about where you work." Urging him to talk, Grell sought to keep him distracted and hopefully awake enough to prevent slipping away.