[He's finished stitching himself up when the doorbell sounds. It took longer than it ought to, and that is for all the terrible thoughts that came with every pull of the needle. He should bandage himself up before opening the door. It'll invite infection if he doesn't do this simple thing, this thing his mother would berate him for forgetting. (That's...that's a thought he hates, if only for the little bit of heartbreak that goes with it.)
The doorbell and now a terrible banging. There's force behind them, but only so much. There's no breath in his lungs. Hope is...it's dangerous right now, isn't it?
Dangerous and enough to power him down the stairs faster than he ought to be moving. Enough to nearly rip the door off it's hinges when he opens it, and by the grace of God she's there.
She's there, she's there, she's there, she's going to yell at him for bleeding again, she's going to see the wreck of the bathroom, and that's just fine because she's there. She's in his arms because he's already moved forward to embrace her, she's made a choice and it is to be here.
He's still without breath. There's nothing but adoration as he murmurs her name, face buried into the top of her head.]
Sypha.
[She never told him to use her first name but too late. This is permission, so far as he can tell.]
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The doorbell and now a terrible banging. There's force behind them, but only so much. There's no breath in his lungs. Hope is...it's dangerous right now, isn't it?
Dangerous and enough to power him down the stairs faster than he ought to be moving. Enough to nearly rip the door off it's hinges when he opens it, and by the grace of God she's there.
She's there, she's there, she's there, she's going to yell at him for bleeding again, she's going to see the wreck of the bathroom, and that's just fine because she's there. She's in his arms because he's already moved forward to embrace her, she's made a choice and it is to be here.
He's still without breath. There's nothing but adoration as he murmurs her name, face buried into the top of her head.]
Sypha.
[She never told him to use her first name but too late. This is permission, so far as he can tell.]