xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xx what doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
xx
Lucian tried his best to make Markus’ job as easy as possible, but he was barely conscious at this point. He had to force Markus to stop a few times to catch his breath or to throw up as a result of the pain. Markus may as well have been carrying him by the time they got to his apartment. He sank onto the couch thankfully and had to fight to keep his eyes open. “Not your fault...” he mumbled. “They drugged me, outnumbered me... probably would have just gotten you too. At least now we’re both here.”
“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, looking at Markus. “Not that I’d be able to help but... You did so much trying to save me... Don’t want you to be hurt,” he said, closing his eyes momentarily. It was so tempting to just... fall asleep. But something in him wanted to stay conscious, didn’t want to fade away just yet. “I just want out of these goddamn clothes,” he mumbled, almost to himself. He was pretty sure the clothes were stuck to his skin in places where he’d bled through them, dried blood holding skin and fabric together. “Here you are, saving my ass once again,” he said, opening his eyes again to look at Markus with a weak grin.