Partner

I can see from the otherside of the debate. Yes Paw deserved something similar to this.... but Mik pushed it too far. Yes Paw could have escaped at any time, but he didn't trust himself to actually escape. He was almost at the end of his heat when he did escape and look at the damage he caused Mik.

Mik is quite disturbed and he's like an addict without his pills... but he's not saying anything because he doesn't want to seem like an addict. He seems to like getting hurt, for the attention he gets. Souse is obviously trying to break that habbit, even if it means breaking Mik's bones. ... Or cracking them.

Essuan is very red faced by the end of this. Does Paw feel bad? Possibly. Did Lillow possibly manipulate things again? Probably.

I think maybe ... well if I say that I might give something away.

The military is allowing Souse to run his tribe as he pleases, which likely is making the tribe more comfortable with the program. So while Mik is people... he technically is part of Souse's tribe and is still under Souse's rules. Which are more strict than the military I suppose. So... Galt is more than happy to have them apply to Mik.

Uhm. Yeah. So... Monday I will be disappearing. Like. Tomorrow's updates will be the last ones for four or five days. Road tripping... no internet. If you think you'll go crazy, think of how I feel. No writing? Me? I'll be twitching by the second day.

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“There has to be something you can do,” Mik said, even though talking hurt, felt like the whole side of his face was on fire.

“Souse has a very good point, you won’t die from this and our medications, he says, while they promote health, they don’t show a person the consequences of their own actions. And yes, I know what happened and you didn’t deserve the rough play but the man told you to get down on your knees and you thought it would be a good idea to try to rationalize with a Sidhe in a state of sexual delirium,” Palt sighed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, “I’d give you something for the pain, at least, but Essuan wants control over that medication and she can’t be if even I don’t know everything that’s in the pills I hand out.”

“She hasn’t given me anything.”

“Then try asking. It looks nasty and your voice is whiny but I’m betting you’ve spent the last three days in bed or something similar to that, not speaking and only eating when Essuan forces you. Cracked cheekbone is nothing to be funny about. Talk as little as you can, don’t get hit there and try not to sleep on it. I doubt you can with the kind of pain you’re in.”

“Haven’t slept in three days,” Mik muttered, leaning just slightly on the bed and testing the reaction of his bruised back. His shoulder shuddered as he put weight onto it.

He was a wreck. Palt wasn’t giving him the usual medication and Essuan and Souse came by every day to check on him. Yet it hadn’t occurred to either Sidhe that he might be in pain. How could they not know?

“Sneezed yesterday,” Mik muttered and gave a small sniff, as if that would clear his sinuses of the swelling. It wasn’t as bad through his nose, but it had reached that far, “might as well have ripped the side of my face off with a meat hook”

“Speak with Essuan, Mik, I only called you in to be certain that there’s not an infection. As per Galt’s orders. The skin wounds, on your hands and the side of your face, are doing wonderfully, the only way they could be better is if I gave you the medication to speed up the healing process. The cheek. It’s hard to tell, but I think the swelling has gone down a bit.”

“Can still see the lump out my eye.”

Palt shrugged, “that’s what happens when you take a hit like that. Have you had any trouble eating?”

There was a bruise across his abdomen that was twice as large as Paw’s fist. The first day Mik hadn’t been able to eat anything. The second he had slept on the bathroom floor. If he hadn’t lived without the military’s medications for a good deal of his life, he would have thought he was dying.

“Yeah. Haven’t had anything solid yet. Lillow tried to get pudding into me last night and it sent me to the bathroom for the night again.”

“Not vomiting, I hope.”

“No.”

Palt sighed out, “any other man would make it seem like he’s being tortured. Maybe they didn’t offer you pain medication because you seem fine. Besides the side effects of other things and a hoarse voice,” The man paused and frowned at his clipboard, then looked up at Mik, “how much have you been crying?”

“I dunno. Pain gets to me and I cry.”

“Is Paw still asleep?”

“Yes.”

“The best I can suggest is bed rest.”

Mik rubbed his hands against his pant legs and made a sound at the back of his throat as he slid off the doctor’s bed. Palt scribbled something down furiously as Mik did up the buttons on his shirt.

“I find it odd, though,” Palt muttered, “that your palms suffered not a bit during this.”

Mik gave a shrug with his bad shoulder and hissed out a breath before saying, “got lucky I guess.”

“I guess,” Palt murmured, turning back to his table.

Mik left the doctor’s office and down to the waiting car.

When he had awakened the next morning, his hands had been fine. He had seen the blood, he had known that his nails had bit deep into the flesh and that splinters had been embedded in his fingers and the palm. Not a mark on any of them. He would have asked why that was all that was healed, if it had actually existed even, but if Essuan did it, he wasn’t going to push the subject.

He wondered instead how much the woman had risked to heal him.

The drive was done in silence, uneventful. Though Mik swore the fucking driver hit every bump in the road just for him. Once out of the car and up thirty some odd flights, Mik entered his new apartment and lowered his head as he did so. He didn’t want to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Mik?”

Paw. Gods. Why was he awake now?

Mik sighed and closed the door behind him. He didn’t move, didn’t look up. Lillow had been very specific as to how she wanted Mik to act and… Mik found that it was the most comfortable way to act.

The male Sidhe approached him tentatively and long fingered, cool hands, cupped his face on either side and gently lifted it so that he could see the damage caused. Paw looked about read to cry at the bruise and sniffled as one finger rubbed over a scab on the other side of the man’s face. The hands moved down Mik’s neck and moved over his hurt shoulder, down to his hands. The Sidhe lifted the hands and inspected them, turning them over, this way and that, before placing a kiss in each of the palms.

“Paw. I. Just want to sleep,” Mik managed to whisper.

Green eyes darkened, eyebrows turned down in a frown as Paw met Mik’s eyes, “speak, ‘gain.”

“Seriously, I just want.”

“Mik in pain,” Paw turned to someone in the kitchen and snapped something in Sidhe. Essuan’s startled voice responded. The male turned back to Mik and pushed an arm around Mik’s middle, supporting most of his weight effortlessly, “Paw get Mik some tea and Mik drink it all. Then Paw explain to Essuan what people pain look like.”

Mik opened his mouth to speak and Paw shushed him, escorting him to the nest bedroom that Paw had claimed, the one beside the room Mik had claimed as his own. The nest was freshly built and the window was thrown open. Paw helped Mik ease into the nest and tucked blankets and pillows around him. After a moment, Paw propped up one of Mik’s knees with a pillow.

The one that ached and Mik hadn’t told Palt about. Paw frowned at the man, laying in the nest and seemed to consider. The Sidhe left and came back a moment later with a tea towel wrapped around something. Very gently, Paw pressed it against Mik’s cheek. The man tried to pull away and Paw held the man’s head still and tried again.

Paw turned towards the door, “Essuan bring tea?”

A discussion in Sidhe went on and Paw seemed to lose some kind of argument. The Sidhe took the tea from Essuan and had a small sip.

One hand on the ice pack, one hand on the other side of Mik’s head, Paw bent and gently kissed Mik’s lips, tongue pushing open his lips and caressing Mik’s own tongue for just a moment before bitter, bitter liquid hit Mik’s tongue. Swallow or drown. Mik sputtered, coughed, but managed to swallow the liquid without breathing in too much.

Paw pulled away and gave Mik’s lips a quick kiss before turning back to the liquid. Essuan said something over Paw’s shoulder and Paw grunted, taking another sip and repeating what he had done before.

Three more times, Paw did this, before the Sidhe set the tea to the side and sat back, one hand still on the ice pack.

“Paw not feel tongue,” the Sidhe sighed, “working for Mik?”

Not really, no. He felt dizzy, but he felt like that often when he was in pain. It seemed his body couldn’t make up its mind, whether it wanted to throw up or just pass out.

Paw gave a small smile as he looked down at Mik, “good. Working.”

One long fingered hand reached out and brushed a lock of hair off of Mik’s forehead before moving down to tuck the blankets back around Mik. Paw slid into the nest, laying atop the blankets and pillows, and pressed against Mik’s side without actually pressing on anything hurt.

“Mik sleep now. Paw watch over Mik.”



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