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Corbin brought Matrix a bottle of water, the bottle of pain pills, and the first aid kit. He sat down on a chair that he moved so he could be across from Matrix. “Take the pills, no more than two, while I start on your leg,” he said, reaching down to grab Matrix’s ankle and lift his leg up to rest on his lap for better access.
Matrix winces and the touch and his leg twitches. He takes the pills and water and shakes two out. He swallows the pills like he did the night before and grimaced the their grit. He then downed the water in one gulp.
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Corbin took off the bandages and gauze, getting a fresh piece of glaze with disinfectant on it. He cleaned off the wound, taking his time to make sure it was done well.
"Why are you being so careful?" Matrix chokes slightly at the amount of water
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“You don’t want it to hurt, do you?” Corbin asked. He pressed fresh gauze to the wound before wrapping it again with bandages.
Matrix winces, moving his leg slightly, "But why? Why do you care? I caused so much 'damage' two months ago."
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“I made a mistake when selling you to that guy. You got hurt, and you probably would have died if you stayed there. I never wanted anyone to get hurt,” Corbin said. He stood up, moving to look at Matrix’s shoulder wound.
Matrix drops his leg. He flinches slightly as Corban moved to his other wound, "Uh huh… Well…"
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“What?” Corbin asked. He carefully took off the bandages and gauze on Matrix’s shoulder. He repeated what he had done to Matrix’s calf, disinfecting and bandaging it.
Matrix hisses, flinching again with the pain, "I thought those pills helped…" He bares his fangs
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“They do help, they just take a few minutes to kick in,” Corbin said. He grabbed Matrix’s uninjured shoulder and pulled him back, holding him still now. “If you keep moving, it’s only going to hurt more.”
Matrix yelped, his eyes wide. His protective instincts start to kick in and he lurches away from Corban. His fangs flashing in the light
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“Matrix, stop it!” Corbin exclaimed. He felt a jolt of fear shoot through him, but he kept his hand firm on Matrix’s shoulder.
Matrix roars, trying to throw off his hand. He stumbles off the chair and crumples to the floor, shaking. If he where his normal self this wouldnt have happened. And he knew it.
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Orion barked at the conflict, whining a bit as well. Corbin breathed out sharply as he hesitated, looking at Matrix. This felt so familiar. This was exactly how it had been for him after getting back from Afghanistan. It was obvious that Matrix was suffering from something like PTSD as well.
Matrix flinches, falling back against the table at the dog's barking. He stares at the dog.
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Orion continued to whine, his ears pinned back as he sniffed in Matrix’s direction. “It’s okay, Matrix. You’re okay, you’re safe,” Corbin said, his tone softening.
Matrix backed away as far as he could from both the dog and Corban. His eyes where still overly wide and watering. In his mind he was seeing the 'guards' of the arena, reaching for him with their dogs that he was sure had rabies or something
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Corbin kept his distance, watching Matrix closely. Was Matrix going to start crying or something? He crouched down, hissing with pain as he did so. “Matrix, it’s okay. It’s just me.”
Matrix's eyes clear and he blinks. He raises his hand slightly in front of him. He looks around as if he had momentarily forgotten where he was (I keep switching POVs sorry)
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(That’s okay)
“Matrix, look at me, are you okay?” Corbin asked. He seemed to be genuinely concerned, and he felt a new sympathy for Matrix in that moment.
Matrix looked straight at Corban, "What? No… Im not…"
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“Come sit down again, you’re okay,” Corbin told Matrix. Orion padded over to Matrix, nudging and sniffing the demon’s hand. Orion was a therapy dog for anxiety and PTSD, so of course he went over to Matrix.
Matrix jumps at the dog but tries to pet him. He stumbles to his feet and sits back down, "Sorry…"
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“You don’t need to say sorry,” Corbin said slowly. “I understand why you freaked out. I think you have a little bit of PTSD or something from going through all of that, and I know what it’s like.”
Matrix looks back at him. He opens his mouth to say something but shut it quickly, "nvm."
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“What?” Corbin asked. He stepped away and into the main kitchen area. He searched through the fridge for something to make for breakfast.
Matrix shrugs, rubbing his shoulder, "Dont worry about it." He looks down at Orion and tries at a smile at the dog but it came for of a grimace.
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Corbin frowned softly at Matrix. He decided not to keep pestering him about it. He didn’t want to talk about his PTSD, so he wouldn’t make Matrix talk about his.
Matrix wasn't really paying attention and was trying to play with Orion. His shoulder throbbed but whatever. He didnt care
