[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae leaned down, gently kissing his forehead. "Just rest.. It's okay.." He breathed, looking back to see Paislee asleep on the couch curled in a ball. He carefully sat down, running his fingers gently through Ryan's hair. He hoped he would be okay now, that they'd had enough scares for the night.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shuddered and closed his eyes again, breaths slow now. He swallowed, shivering, and let out a shaky breath. But he felt like he couldn't move, exhausted and aching, freezing from the sweat on his body.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae got up, walking over to the couch to grab him a blanket. He draped it over him, sitting back down at his head to play with his hair and hopefully comfort him a little. He leaned against the counter with his eyes closed.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan began to relax some as the warmth of the blanket started to rid him of the clammy chills. He groaned, could only smell the blood drying on his body. "My arms.." He groaned, words slurring. They might now be bleeding now, but as soon as his blood started flowing properly again they would be.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae looked over as he spoke, pulling the blanket back to look at his arms. They weren't bleeding badly, but he got up still to go to the bathroom and get new gauze. He carefully sat beside him, unwrapping the old gauze. He carefully wrapped both of his arms, taping the end down. "It's gonna be okay, Ryan." He said quietly.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"'M so cold.." He probably wasn't, fever-wise, but curled up after Clae had finished, head finding his lap as he trembled beneath the blanket. He opened his eyes finally, utterly drained of strength. "Just..wanted you 'n Paz safe.."

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"And you kept us safe. Without you, I'm sure we would have been eaten by now." He said quietly. He was grateful Ryan had been there, but he still felt horrible knowing that Ryan was hurt now. He slowly ran his fingers through the other male's hair, looking down at him. "You want me to help you to the bed so you can lay down?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Please.." He slurred, a hand resting on Clae's knee. He swallowed, tilting his head because his neck ached. He felt utterly pathetic, but knew heat and sleep would do him good.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae carefully stood up, unsure if Ryan could walk on his own or not. He figured he'd carried heaver, and picked the male up into his arms. He carried him to the bed, laying him down and carefully tucking him in. "Just sleep, okay?"

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan thought it briefly awkward that he was being lifted by the other male, that they were both teachers. He sniffed softly as he was laid down, curling up tight beneath the blankets.