His fingers pressed into Gabe when the older man hissed like a scalded cat and came awake faster than he had, but the sharpness of their bond alerted him to that subconscious surge of panic to flee. He rumbled a sound because words escaped him at this point and then lifted shaky fingers to reset the oxygen mask back on Gabe's nose and mouth, fingers then stroking up between the older man's eyes and then forehead in a show of comfort.
He looked towards the door, blinking his eyes slowly to awaken and then actually roused himself because he had a headache enough as it was without having to listen to someone pounding on the door. He struggled his way out of bed where it seemed neither he nor Gabe had moved in the night due to exhaustion. There were blood stains on the pillows and the bedding, but he didn't hazard a care right now. Dried blood was all over him anyway, the suture job holding even as he obtained his feet.
He was sore all over, hunching over in pain as he went to where Gabe had left the wallet and leafed through for more money. Then he approached the door and opened it, not even caring that he was only in underwear and he looked like a walking human disaster. The motel manager didn't even blink at his appearance.
"Time's up. Pay more to stay or get out."
"How much for a full day?" How he managed to talk was beyond him, what with how his tongue felt leaden and his teeth seemed to chatter. The price given wasn't completely outrageous and he handed it over with a nod. Motel paid, the manager immediately moved on to the next room on the list, and he shut and locked the door again, slowly turning to regard the bed and Gabe.
"You look like shit," he rumbled then coughed as he shuffled his way back to bed. He felt sore but numb, like he was in a dream and the previous day's events were a nightmare that he would be able to wake from. He seated himself on the bed and looked over carefully. "Need another O-tank?"
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Date: 2019-05-12 03:35 pm (UTC)He looked towards the door, blinking his eyes slowly to awaken and then actually roused himself because he had a headache enough as it was without having to listen to someone pounding on the door. He struggled his way out of bed where it seemed neither he nor Gabe had moved in the night due to exhaustion. There were blood stains on the pillows and the bedding, but he didn't hazard a care right now. Dried blood was all over him anyway, the suture job holding even as he obtained his feet.
He was sore all over, hunching over in pain as he went to where Gabe had left the wallet and leafed through for more money. Then he approached the door and opened it, not even caring that he was only in underwear and he looked like a walking human disaster. The motel manager didn't even blink at his appearance.
"Time's up. Pay more to stay or get out."
"How much for a full day?" How he managed to talk was beyond him, what with how his tongue felt leaden and his teeth seemed to chatter. The price given wasn't completely outrageous and he handed it over with a nod. Motel paid, the manager immediately moved on to the next room on the list, and he shut and locked the door again, slowly turning to regard the bed and Gabe.
"You look like shit," he rumbled then coughed as he shuffled his way back to bed. He felt sore but numb, like he was in a dream and the previous day's events were a nightmare that he would be able to wake from. He seated himself on the bed and looked over carefully. "Need another O-tank?"