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wolfanficsTitle: Companion
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,518
Warnings: violence, language, nastiness. You've been warned.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up fora submissive feminised little pain slut a timid, introverted little buttercup.
Part three is longer than the other two. Just as they're getting Charles all settled and healed, etc, Julian barges in, looking for him. Obviously, this doesn't go well at all.
This is the last finished part so far. I have no idea when part four will be finished. At the moment, it's nothing more than a couple of paragraphs and several lines of dialogue.
Companion
“He’s awake, Hamish. Get over here,” Adam says.
I break from my fixed staring out the balcony window and head over to the couch, standing behind him. I can see Charlie’s pale face staring back at me. Charles, I should say. Adam at least clarified who he is. I was getting tired of calling him Charlie. It was getting weird. Without the pink skirt and all, it was hard to see him as some feminised pain slut. I keep back a bit, still feeling slightly out of the loop here. I figure I should let Adam deal with this, since he seems to know what’s going on more than I do. Still, I can’t help but feel sorry for him. He does look pretty beat up.
“How are you feeling, Charles?” Adam says softly.
“God… the pain… help,” is all I hear Charles say. I have to cringe at his words. His voice… Oh, God, what has he been through?
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” Adam says.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of his love,” Charles says, barely speaking. “Wanted to…” Wanted to what? I’m thinking that can’t be good, whatever it is.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” Adam says.
“You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve his love.”
“Was it that bad? Did… Did he make you bleed?” I can hear the fear, the hesitation in his voice. What’s Adam afraid of? Adam hasn’t told me everything I want to know, including the identity of Charles’ Master. I couldn’t think of anyone who could be so cruel to another human being.
“Whipped. God, the pain. Then, out… cold, so tired. So hungry. Don’t… let Master know I’m here. Doesn’t know… I left. Don’t want… to bother him,” Charles says.
“He did that to you?” Adam pauses, and I know he doesn’t like this. He’s afraid. I hold my tongue, not knowing what to say. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” he says.
Charles rolls over, and I can tell it takes a great effort to move. I watch as he reveals the horrendous wounds striping across his skin. Adam reaches out to help. I can’t see his face, so I have no idea what he’s thinking. It’s horrifying, seeing all the wounds covering his skin. I want to be sick. How can someone do this to another human being?
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” he says. His voice is wavering. I know he doesn’t like this at all. Hell, I don’t like this at all.
“I-I don’t know. All I remember is pain. Don’t let him find me. He… He’ll do terrible things to me if he finds me,” Charles says. My God, he sounds terrified.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” Adam says.
Charles sits up, struggling to dress himself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” he says. He goes to leave. I see Adam reach out and grab his arm, stopping him from leaving. Charles looks down at him. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” he says.
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” Adam says.
“I-I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic. I left my Master because I was scared for my own life. I’m not allowed to be so selfish. How could I leave him alone like that? He won’t want me back now. I’ve failed him. I deserve to die,” Charles says.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” Adam says, looking back at me for support. I nod my approval to him.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” he says, slumping back down onto the couch again. He sounds so utterly defeated.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” Adam says.
I take his lead and grab the phone, ready to call for help. I’m in complete agreement. Those wounds look bad. I don’t want him dying here. I hesitate though as I see the hesitation on Charles’ face. Or is it fear? I can’t tell.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” Charles says.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” Adam says.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” Charles says. “Just… I’ll be fine. Make me warm. Need food. Clean them. That’s all I’ve ever had. I’m used to the pain by now.”
How can anyone just get used to pain like that?
Adam still looks concerned. “Are you sure? I don’t like this. I’d rather have someone-”
“No. I’m not leaving here. He’ll find me. Too much trouble. I’ve coped with this before. Just clean them and let me rest,” Charles says.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” Adam says.
“You get used to it. It’s what I am, ok? I’m a pain slut. I get off on pain. The stinging pain brings on so much pleasure. It’s an incredible rush. I know how to cope with this, ok? Just clean them and I’ll be fine,” Charles says.
Adam sighs. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” he says.
“Thank you,” Charles whispers. I see him curl up into himself, shaking as if he’s very cold. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
“Shit, come on, Hamish, go run a bath. Don’t make it too hot though,” Adam says.
I drop the phone and rush into the bathroom, filling the bath with warm water. I look back and see Adam struggling to lift him and go out to help him. He’s lost consciousness again. Damn. Or at least, he doesn’t seem to respond to us carrying him. He’s in a bad way. We manage to get him into the bathroom and strip him. I have to really concentrate hard not to look away as the wounds are revealed. There really are an awful lot of them. Some are still bleeding.
“Get in with him, Hamish. He needs the support,” Adam says.
I nod my agreement, stripping off and jumping in the bath first to make sure it’s not too hot. I help Adam lower him in and soon enough, he’s leaning against me as I carefully clean the wounds. Being this close to them, I can finally see how bad they are. I don’t like this at all. What could possibly cause such horrible welts? I gently wash them, trying not to get freaked out at the water turning red below me. I wrap an arm around his chest, holding him steady. Charles turns around to look at me, and I see how dazed and confused he seems.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” I say softly.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” he says.
“Hey, you asked for it. Besides, you look like you could do with a bit of looking after. Have you seen the scar tissue on your back?” I say, trying to hide the disgust at the injuries on his back.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” he says.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” I say.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when he punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” he whispers. “I’m a pathetic pain slut. Always have been, always will be. I’ll do anything for the pain. I-It’s such a rush, to have the pain flying up your spine. It’s one of the only pleasures I’ve ever been allowed to have.”
Not knowing how else to react to this, I wrap my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I dare, resting my head against his shoulder. I give his neck a soft kiss, wanting him to know I’m not trying to hurt him. I want to stop him being treated like that. It’s horrible.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” I say. “You deserve so much better than that.”
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” he says. I hate how dismissive he is about this.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” I say.
“No, really, it’d be better if you didn’t get involved. I shouldn’t have come here. I should go, see if Master will ever forgive me for abandoning him,” he says, struggling free of my hold. He stands hesitatingly, going to get out of the bath. I reach after him, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” Adam says, pushing him back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
He leans against me once more. I hold him carefully, trying to reassure him that he’s safe. Just then, there’s a banging on the door. Adam looks back before turning to look at us again. I notice the worry in his eyes. What the hell is he afraid of?
“I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” he says and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him. I almost don’t want him to go, too afraid something’s going to happen to him. But what can I do? I’d be mad to stop him.
Charles begins shaking, almost as if he’s terrified. I hold him close, whispering in his ear, trying my best to calm him.
“Shh, it’s ok, Adam’ll look after everything,” I say, hoping this is nothing serious.
“He’s come for me. I know he has. He’ll kill me. I’ve betrayed him,” he whispers back.
“Shh, don’t be afraid. Everything’ll be alright,” I say, desperately hoping I’m right.
Silence comes to us. I listen hard for voices. I hear Adam and another man’s voice. He sounds angry. I don’t know who he is though. But his words help me understand. Must be Charles’ Master.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” his Master yells.
“I haven’t got her. I haven’t seen her since the night you lent her to me. I sent her away. If she’s gotten lost since then, that’s not my problem,” Adam says.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” his Master says.
My breath catches in my throat as what sounds like a fight breaks out. I can hear yelling, punching, scuffling. Oh, God, please don’t get hurt Adam. I clutch onto Charles, now just as scared as he is. Without warning, there’s a crash, and it sounds like someone’s fallen to the ground. Please don’t let it be Adam. Don’t be hurt, Adam.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” his Master says, confirming my fears that Adam’s been knocked out in the ensuing fight.
Oh, God, please be alright, Adam.
I can hear doors slamming as if he’s searching every room in the flat. Suddenly, I begin shaking. It’s only a matter of time before he comes in here. If he managed to hurt Adam, he can hurt me. Before I know what’s happened, the bathroom door opens, and there he is. I see Charles immediately shrink from him. I try to position myself in front of him, protecting him, but I’m not fast enough. His Master has grabbed him and pulled him from the bath before I can save him. Charles is dragged away from me and into the living room.
In spite of my fear, I follow, hurriedly getting out of the bath and grabbing a towel for my waist. I freeze in the doorway, surveying the scene before me. I’m too scared to confront his Master, seeing how angry he is. There’s Adam lying out cold by the couch. And there’s Charles, cowering against the far wall. His Master’s standing over him. God, he yells loudly. He must be furious.
“Stupid bitch, what the hell did you think you were doing?” his Master yells. “Answer me!”
“I… I was saving you the trouble of looking after such a pathetic slut like me,” Charles whispers, almost unable to speak.
“You deserve nothing more than to be thrown out on the streets. You’re not even worth selling. Your contract is dead, consider yourself without a Master,” his Master says.
I see Charles shiver and curl into himself. “Yes, Master,” he whispers.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not your Master anymore. Stay here with these traitors if you wish, but don’t ever come back to me. There’s no place for you there anymore. I have a much more obedient slave waiting for me. I’ll make sure you never have another Master,” his Master says.
I can’t move as I watch his Master start beating him. I turn away, unable to bear the sight of it, hating myself for being such a fucking coward. It’s over as soon as it starts, it seems. I hear the front door slam and I look back at the room, seeing that his Master’s left. I see Charles cowering against the wall, crying. I’m not sure whether to deal with him or Adam first. I gaze anxiously over at Adam, and thankfully, he’s moving. Must’ve just hit his head. I rush over to him, pulling him into my arms. I’m so grateful to see he’s ok.
“Fucking hell, he hits hard. Do I look ok?” Adam says, sounding like he’s in pain.
“Couple of nasty bruises. How are you feeling?” I say, brushing my fingers gently over the bruised skin.
“Shit,” Adam breathes.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” I say. I gently pick him up and carry him into the bedroom, lying him down on the bed. I’m surprised I’m able to carry him, but it isn’t far and once I’ve got him settled, I can turn my attention to Charles.
I’m almost hesitant to approach him, he’s still shaking. I kneel beside him and bring him into my arms, though it’s then that I realise he’s not with me anymore, still alive, but not conscious. I struggle to carry him into the bedroom to rest. Once he’s settled and sleeping, I busy myself tidying up the place. Charles’ Master had left quite a mess behind, and someone had to clean it up. If I just sit with them, I know I’ll keep thinking about them, filling my mind with worry. Best not to do that yet. I’ll attend to him when he wakes.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,518
Warnings: violence, language, nastiness. You've been warned.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up for
Part three is longer than the other two. Just as they're getting Charles all settled and healed, etc, Julian barges in, looking for him. Obviously, this doesn't go well at all.
This is the last finished part so far. I have no idea when part four will be finished. At the moment, it's nothing more than a couple of paragraphs and several lines of dialogue.
Companion
“He’s awake, Hamish. Get over here,” Adam says.
I break from my fixed staring out the balcony window and head over to the couch, standing behind him. I can see Charlie’s pale face staring back at me. Charles, I should say. Adam at least clarified who he is. I was getting tired of calling him Charlie. It was getting weird. Without the pink skirt and all, it was hard to see him as some feminised pain slut. I keep back a bit, still feeling slightly out of the loop here. I figure I should let Adam deal with this, since he seems to know what’s going on more than I do. Still, I can’t help but feel sorry for him. He does look pretty beat up.
“How are you feeling, Charles?” Adam says softly.
“God… the pain… help,” is all I hear Charles say. I have to cringe at his words. His voice… Oh, God, what has he been through?
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” Adam says.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of his love,” Charles says, barely speaking. “Wanted to…” Wanted to what? I’m thinking that can’t be good, whatever it is.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” Adam says.
“You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve his love.”
“Was it that bad? Did… Did he make you bleed?” I can hear the fear, the hesitation in his voice. What’s Adam afraid of? Adam hasn’t told me everything I want to know, including the identity of Charles’ Master. I couldn’t think of anyone who could be so cruel to another human being.
“Whipped. God, the pain. Then, out… cold, so tired. So hungry. Don’t… let Master know I’m here. Doesn’t know… I left. Don’t want… to bother him,” Charles says.
“He did that to you?” Adam pauses, and I know he doesn’t like this. He’s afraid. I hold my tongue, not knowing what to say. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” he says.
Charles rolls over, and I can tell it takes a great effort to move. I watch as he reveals the horrendous wounds striping across his skin. Adam reaches out to help. I can’t see his face, so I have no idea what he’s thinking. It’s horrifying, seeing all the wounds covering his skin. I want to be sick. How can someone do this to another human being?
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” he says. His voice is wavering. I know he doesn’t like this at all. Hell, I don’t like this at all.
“I-I don’t know. All I remember is pain. Don’t let him find me. He… He’ll do terrible things to me if he finds me,” Charles says. My God, he sounds terrified.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” Adam says.
Charles sits up, struggling to dress himself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” he says. He goes to leave. I see Adam reach out and grab his arm, stopping him from leaving. Charles looks down at him. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” he says.
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” Adam says.
“I-I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic. I left my Master because I was scared for my own life. I’m not allowed to be so selfish. How could I leave him alone like that? He won’t want me back now. I’ve failed him. I deserve to die,” Charles says.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” Adam says, looking back at me for support. I nod my approval to him.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” he says, slumping back down onto the couch again. He sounds so utterly defeated.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” Adam says.
I take his lead and grab the phone, ready to call for help. I’m in complete agreement. Those wounds look bad. I don’t want him dying here. I hesitate though as I see the hesitation on Charles’ face. Or is it fear? I can’t tell.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” Charles says.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” Adam says.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” Charles says. “Just… I’ll be fine. Make me warm. Need food. Clean them. That’s all I’ve ever had. I’m used to the pain by now.”
How can anyone just get used to pain like that?
Adam still looks concerned. “Are you sure? I don’t like this. I’d rather have someone-”
“No. I’m not leaving here. He’ll find me. Too much trouble. I’ve coped with this before. Just clean them and let me rest,” Charles says.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” Adam says.
“You get used to it. It’s what I am, ok? I’m a pain slut. I get off on pain. The stinging pain brings on so much pleasure. It’s an incredible rush. I know how to cope with this, ok? Just clean them and I’ll be fine,” Charles says.
Adam sighs. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” he says.
“Thank you,” Charles whispers. I see him curl up into himself, shaking as if he’s very cold. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
“Shit, come on, Hamish, go run a bath. Don’t make it too hot though,” Adam says.
I drop the phone and rush into the bathroom, filling the bath with warm water. I look back and see Adam struggling to lift him and go out to help him. He’s lost consciousness again. Damn. Or at least, he doesn’t seem to respond to us carrying him. He’s in a bad way. We manage to get him into the bathroom and strip him. I have to really concentrate hard not to look away as the wounds are revealed. There really are an awful lot of them. Some are still bleeding.
“Get in with him, Hamish. He needs the support,” Adam says.
I nod my agreement, stripping off and jumping in the bath first to make sure it’s not too hot. I help Adam lower him in and soon enough, he’s leaning against me as I carefully clean the wounds. Being this close to them, I can finally see how bad they are. I don’t like this at all. What could possibly cause such horrible welts? I gently wash them, trying not to get freaked out at the water turning red below me. I wrap an arm around his chest, holding him steady. Charles turns around to look at me, and I see how dazed and confused he seems.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” I say softly.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” he says.
“Hey, you asked for it. Besides, you look like you could do with a bit of looking after. Have you seen the scar tissue on your back?” I say, trying to hide the disgust at the injuries on his back.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” he says.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” I say.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when he punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” he whispers. “I’m a pathetic pain slut. Always have been, always will be. I’ll do anything for the pain. I-It’s such a rush, to have the pain flying up your spine. It’s one of the only pleasures I’ve ever been allowed to have.”
Not knowing how else to react to this, I wrap my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I dare, resting my head against his shoulder. I give his neck a soft kiss, wanting him to know I’m not trying to hurt him. I want to stop him being treated like that. It’s horrible.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” I say. “You deserve so much better than that.”
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” he says. I hate how dismissive he is about this.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” I say.
“No, really, it’d be better if you didn’t get involved. I shouldn’t have come here. I should go, see if Master will ever forgive me for abandoning him,” he says, struggling free of my hold. He stands hesitatingly, going to get out of the bath. I reach after him, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” Adam says, pushing him back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
He leans against me once more. I hold him carefully, trying to reassure him that he’s safe. Just then, there’s a banging on the door. Adam looks back before turning to look at us again. I notice the worry in his eyes. What the hell is he afraid of?
“I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” he says and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him. I almost don’t want him to go, too afraid something’s going to happen to him. But what can I do? I’d be mad to stop him.
Charles begins shaking, almost as if he’s terrified. I hold him close, whispering in his ear, trying my best to calm him.
“Shh, it’s ok, Adam’ll look after everything,” I say, hoping this is nothing serious.
“He’s come for me. I know he has. He’ll kill me. I’ve betrayed him,” he whispers back.
“Shh, don’t be afraid. Everything’ll be alright,” I say, desperately hoping I’m right.
Silence comes to us. I listen hard for voices. I hear Adam and another man’s voice. He sounds angry. I don’t know who he is though. But his words help me understand. Must be Charles’ Master.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” his Master yells.
“I haven’t got her. I haven’t seen her since the night you lent her to me. I sent her away. If she’s gotten lost since then, that’s not my problem,” Adam says.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” his Master says.
My breath catches in my throat as what sounds like a fight breaks out. I can hear yelling, punching, scuffling. Oh, God, please don’t get hurt Adam. I clutch onto Charles, now just as scared as he is. Without warning, there’s a crash, and it sounds like someone’s fallen to the ground. Please don’t let it be Adam. Don’t be hurt, Adam.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” his Master says, confirming my fears that Adam’s been knocked out in the ensuing fight.
Oh, God, please be alright, Adam.
I can hear doors slamming as if he’s searching every room in the flat. Suddenly, I begin shaking. It’s only a matter of time before he comes in here. If he managed to hurt Adam, he can hurt me. Before I know what’s happened, the bathroom door opens, and there he is. I see Charles immediately shrink from him. I try to position myself in front of him, protecting him, but I’m not fast enough. His Master has grabbed him and pulled him from the bath before I can save him. Charles is dragged away from me and into the living room.
In spite of my fear, I follow, hurriedly getting out of the bath and grabbing a towel for my waist. I freeze in the doorway, surveying the scene before me. I’m too scared to confront his Master, seeing how angry he is. There’s Adam lying out cold by the couch. And there’s Charles, cowering against the far wall. His Master’s standing over him. God, he yells loudly. He must be furious.
“Stupid bitch, what the hell did you think you were doing?” his Master yells. “Answer me!”
“I… I was saving you the trouble of looking after such a pathetic slut like me,” Charles whispers, almost unable to speak.
“You deserve nothing more than to be thrown out on the streets. You’re not even worth selling. Your contract is dead, consider yourself without a Master,” his Master says.
I see Charles shiver and curl into himself. “Yes, Master,” he whispers.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not your Master anymore. Stay here with these traitors if you wish, but don’t ever come back to me. There’s no place for you there anymore. I have a much more obedient slave waiting for me. I’ll make sure you never have another Master,” his Master says.
I can’t move as I watch his Master start beating him. I turn away, unable to bear the sight of it, hating myself for being such a fucking coward. It’s over as soon as it starts, it seems. I hear the front door slam and I look back at the room, seeing that his Master’s left. I see Charles cowering against the wall, crying. I’m not sure whether to deal with him or Adam first. I gaze anxiously over at Adam, and thankfully, he’s moving. Must’ve just hit his head. I rush over to him, pulling him into my arms. I’m so grateful to see he’s ok.
“Fucking hell, he hits hard. Do I look ok?” Adam says, sounding like he’s in pain.
“Couple of nasty bruises. How are you feeling?” I say, brushing my fingers gently over the bruised skin.
“Shit,” Adam breathes.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” I say. I gently pick him up and carry him into the bedroom, lying him down on the bed. I’m surprised I’m able to carry him, but it isn’t far and once I’ve got him settled, I can turn my attention to Charles.
I’m almost hesitant to approach him, he’s still shaking. I kneel beside him and bring him into my arms, though it’s then that I realise he’s not with me anymore, still alive, but not conscious. I struggle to carry him into the bedroom to rest. Once he’s settled and sleeping, I busy myself tidying up the place. Charles’ Master had left quite a mess behind, and someone had to clean it up. If I just sit with them, I know I’ll keep thinking about them, filling my mind with worry. Best not to do that yet. I’ll attend to him when he wakes.