The man slouched over the counter, trying to keep up his balance despite the obvious dripping from the covered wound making a mess on his bare feet and the white tiles. Who the hell puts white tiles on their kitchen?
“The fuck are you doing up?” someone asks in barely contained anger from the door. The injured man looks up and forms a bitter smile.
Him, of course.
The other quickly crosses the kitchen to catch him, but his hand is swat away before it can reach him. The effort of getting it away, making the bleeding man turn over to face him.
A vein pops on the other´s forehead as he takes a deep breath.
“If you want to die so badly, why did you beg me to help you?”
“Didn´t think you actually would” he snarls back, gripping tighter to the edge of the counter, knowing full well he´s trapped.
The other man doesn´t waste his energy on senseless banter and grips the man by the collar of his shirt before dragging him back to his room. The other scrambles and futilely tries to fight to get away, but soon a hand wraps around his neck.
“Ah!” the other kicks in the air as he´s lifted by his neck and then thrown back into the bed. He tries to scramble up, but the other man pins him down by his neck again, a knee pressing on the wound on his abdomen.
He can´t help the scream that follows.
“So now it hurts enough to not move?” he whispers to furious eyes. He tightens his grip around the other man´s neck “I´m not gonna play doctor with you, but I´m not letting you die either. So stay. Down” he growls, pushing the man into the bed as he talks. “The sooner you heal the faster you will go. Or do you wanna stay with me longer? Is that it?” he yells, pressing his knee into the wound.
“Argh! Stop!”
The other leaves his knee there for a second, until tear start springing from the other´s eyes and his eyes melt from anger into begging. The other lets him go and the injured man can´t help but turn to a side, desperate for a gasp of breath.
As the heaving starts to slow down, the man takes his wrist and then he hears a click.
“You can´t be serious” he says as he yanks on the handcuffs connected to the bed´s board.
“You leave me no choice” the man simply says before he produces an emergency kit from the drawer next to the bed. “Now, for the love of god, stay still”