~~My nightmare came true. I thought my world would come crashing down around me when I got home last night. For once Fastdred was awake and sitting on the chair near one of the large fireplaces in our home. Our home... I still need to get used to that word. Dred asked me to move in with him and I agreed. I pretty much lived there already but, he asked and that meant a lot to me. It meant he wanted me there, not just to warm his bed but to stay by his side. There I go side-tracking myself again.
As I got into the house and looked down to remove my weapon's belt, I noticed large drops of blood on the ground near the door. My heart froze on the spot, Fastdred did not look back when he heard the door, he's not moved and now blood on the ground. I could only drop my weapons to the ground and run to his side. My heart dropped further when I saw the puddle of blood under his chair. He was bleeding from a number of knife cuts and one large gash just above his knee. His breath sounded labored and painful. Something more, than just the loss of blood was wrong.
I called to him but he didn't respond at first. It wasn't till I screamed for him to not leave me too that he finally looked up. He was dazed and confused, it took him a moment to understand that I was fighting to keep his life blood still in him. After a few moments he finally comprehended and asked for his medical bag. I've patched my mum up plenty of times but I was never good with a needle and gut.
I watched as he sewed the gash in his leg closed. I asked him if we should add any ointment to the gash, after a few tried he recalled the right bottle to use and I applied ointment to the gash, then to all of his other small wounds. As I worked on him, his breathing seemed more and more labored so I checked his ribs. He had several cracked ribs, and one or possibly two were pushing down on his left lung. I've seen what a death from a punctured lung was like and I wish to never see it again. More so with the man I love so very much. As I helped him lie back in bed I told him I would sleep on the floor so there was no chance of me shifting those ribs. He had no part of that and refused to stay put if I didn't curl up next to him. The only option I could think of was to snuggle against his arm, on his right side. Keeping myself as far from the broken ribs on his left as I could.
This was too much like my nightmare not long ago. I woke in tears that night and laid there till Dred came home. I acted like nothing was wrong but I do remember I stayed so very close to him the rest of the night. If he moved an inch so did I. I just wanted to know he was alright. Now he lays in bed, feeling pain with every breath he takes. I'm scared the ribs will shift and I'll lose him...
