Glitch tilts his head in curiousity as he glares down at the stairs. Slowly, he puts a paw on the first step, his eyes narrowed.
The Bound (One on One) (Closed).
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Thatcher took a deep breath and stepped down with Glitch. A jolt of pain went through him, and he stifled a noise of pain.
Glitch whines and gently licks his hand before continuing to gently lead him down the stairs.
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Thatcher went down the stairs, giving the occasional muffled, pained noise. He was relieved when he finally got down the stairs, and felt like he was sweating from the exhaustion.
Glitch whines softly, nudging his hand with a soft muzzle. He has his tail back behind Thatcher in case he falls.
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Nike had been waiting in the other room for Thatcher, and she bounded over. Her heads sniffed and nudged at him, occsionally giving soft growls. He mumbled to her in response under his breath like he understood her, reassuring the hound that he was okay.
Glitch looks at Nike and his tongue lolls out happily. He was obviously fond of the other dog. He returns his gaze to Thatcher, whining softly.
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Nike had given Glitch an affectionate nudge with one of her heads. Thatcher glanced between the two, and shifted so he could lean against Nike instead, now.
Glitch returned to his normal form, whining softly.
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Thatcher walked slowly into the kitchen with Nike. He now leaned forward the counter.
Halo slowly opens his eyes. He looks around. Where was Thatcher? He hurries up and winces, holding his stomach.
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Thatcher suddenly felt like he would be sick. He held onto Nike and walked into the bathroom, promptly collapsing to his knees on the cold floor. After a few coughs, he found himself getting sick in the toilet, his throat burning afterwards. It was mostly red, seeming like he had spit up mostly blood.
Halo rushed downstairs when he heard vomiting. He scurried into the bathroom and gasps softly. "Thatcher, oh god…" He grabs water, returning to the other. He hands him the water and rubs his arm gently.
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Thatcher was breathing heavily, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. He blinked a few times to try to clear his blurry vision. He stayed on the floor, and took the water from Halo, downing it quickly. “Sorry for waking you,” he choked out.
Halo shakes his head. "Don't be love." He whispers, wishing he could do something. Anything… To help the other.
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“I think..” Thatcher started, pausing to cough harshly again. “I think that a piece fron the whip must have gotten into my system on accident.”
His eyes wide and he takes a trembling breath. "Which means…" He bites his lip. "Thatcher… Please. I need to heal you…" He mutters as he rubs Thatcher's arm gently.
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Thatcher shook his head at that. “You can’t, Halo,” he breathed out. “They’ll kill the both of us, don’t you understand?”
Halo rests his head gently on Thatcher's arm. "I just wish you weren't in pain…" He whispers softly, a small tear trailing down his cheek. "It's not fair…" He whispers.
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“I know, love, I know,” Thatcher said softly. He noticed the tear and gently reached up to brush it away. “There’s no need to cry, Halo.”
Halo shook, trying to keep calm. "S-sorry." He whispers. He shudders, before calming down. "It's just hard… Seeing you in pain. Do we ever get a break?" He asks softly.
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Thatcher had pressed a kiss to Halo’s forehead when he saw the other tremble. “You don’t need to apologize,” he soothed. “And I know, I understand… Everything will be alright soon.”
"I hope so." Halo whispers, sighing softly as he contains himself. He needed to think. He needed to relax. Be there for Thatcher.
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“Don’t worry for me,” Thatcher said slowly. “I will eventually heal, it will just take longer than usual,” he added.
Halo sighs and nods. "Okay…" He says softly. He kisses Thatcher's cheek.
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Thatcher gave a soft sigh as he sat back. He decided to not get up, thinking that staying still would be best.
Halo sat beside him, not willing to move. He sighs quietly, trying to relax. He felt useless in a way, and it was a feeling he didn't like that feeling.
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Thatcher glanced over at Halo. His mouth had opened to reassure the other, but he turned away and coughed up a bit of blood.
Halo runs his shoulder in concern. "Easy does it…" He whispers. "Do you need more water?"
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“Yes please,” Thatcher choked out. He spit up a bit more blood, and his nose scrunched up a bit in disgust.