(Alright)
Thatcher didn’t know what had happened. Everything had been going just fine. He had only just ambushed the man, when the man had pulled a dagger and plunged it into his stomach multiple times. Yes, he had killed the man, but now he was very injured. Though this wouldn’t kill him, he could still feel the pain of it. Maybe this was what dying felt like. So, he stumbled back to Leon’s house, Nike following him closely as he kept a hand over the wounds in his stomach.
Leon was on his couch, trying to think of ways to pass time until Thatcher came back. He hoped Thatcher didn't get hurt or anything like that, he only knew how to take care of minor stuff.
Thatcher told Nike to stay outside, and she did so. He went to the front door and opened it, feeling a sudden anxiety. This would not go over well with Leon. He knew that even if he told Leon that he would be okay, the other still might get worried.
Leon glanced at the doorway and saw Thatcher, his eyes widened in surprise and he quickly went over to him. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.
“I’m okay, it just didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped it would,” Thatcher assured, shutting the door with his free hand, the other still pressed against his stomach. “I did kill him, but I also got stabbed at least three times. I don’t know.”
"Do you want me to get an anything?" Leon asked. Normally he would have felt slightly guilty when he found out that Jeremiah Carter died, but he couldn't care less right now.
“Maybe a towel or bandages if you have them? Something to stop the bleeding,” Thatcher said. He moved his hand away from the wounds, looking down at his blood drenched palm.
"Okay then," Leon said. He quickly went into his bathroom, he quickly took out some bandages and went back to Thatcher, handing them to him.
Thatcher thanked Leon, taking the bandages and shrugging off his coat. He next unbuttoned his button down, unsure of where to put the two items of clothing. There were three deep puncture wounds in his stomach, and if he was normal, he surely would have died from the injuries very quickly.
Leon held Thatcher's coat and button down while he did whatever he needed to do. He wasn't really sure what to do so he just stood there.
Thatcher wiped his skin clean of the blood that continued to pour. He pressed a bandage to the wounds, and the blood quickly soaked through. So, he layered the bandages multiple times, but he would mst likely have to replace them soon anyways.
Leon quietly stood where he was, watching Thatcher. "If you ever need more bandages, you can ask me or you can take them from the bathroom," He said, nervously fiddling with his hands.
“I think I should be okay for now, thank you,” Thatcher said. His stomach stung, and he did his best to ignore the pain. He rubbed at his cheekbone, where a bruise had formed from falling off of the man.
"Okay then, good," Leon said, sighting his relief. He looked at the bruise on Thatcher's cheekbone and lightly touched it. "How did all of this happen?" He asked.
Thatcher inhaled sharply when Leon touched the bruise, but he leaned into the touch slightly. “I had to tackle the guy because he had a gun, and maybe I got bruised when that happened, I’m not sure. But before I was able to kill him, he pulled a blade on me and stabbed me multiple times.”
Leon quickly pulled his hand away. "Oh okay then," He said, trying to imagine what Thatcher said but quickly, and slightly, shook his head instead.
“I will be okay, though. It will jut take me a while to heal, that’s all,” Thatcher said. He reached down and gently took Leon’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together.
"How long will it take to heal?" Leon asked, blushing slightly. He gave Thatcher's hand a squeeze as kept looking at the stab wounds.
“Two to three days, maybe, for it to heal completely,” Thatcher said. “But I still did it, he’s dead,” he breathed out after wards. Leon was a bit safer now that the man was dead, and that’s what mattered to him. Not a few stab wounds.
Leon smiled slightly and rested his forehead against Thatcher's. "Thanks for killing him," He mumbled trying to look away from the stab wounds.
“Of course.. I’d do anything to keep you safe,” Thatcher said gently. He reached down to take Leon’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.
"Same to you," Leon replied. He gave Thatcher's hand a squeeze as he managed to look away from the stab wounds.
Thatcher’s other arm wrapped around Leon’s waist, resting on the small of his back. He tilted his head a bit and pecked Leon’s lips softly before giving him a gentle smile.
Leon smiled slightly at the kiss and smiled back. He wrapped one arm around Thatcher's neck, slightly pulling him closer.
Thatcher looked at Leon, giving the tip of his nose a playful like peck. He squeezed Leon’s hand again before his other hand began to rub circles on Leon’s lower back.
Leon chuckled and smiled at him. He pulled Thatcher a bit closer and pressed their lips together softly, tilting his head slightly.
Thatcher returned the kiss, smiling aginast Leon’s lips. He tilted his head and shut his eyes, deepening the kiss.
Leon shut his eyes, smiling slightly against Thatcher's lips. He squeezed Thatcher's hand again as they kissed.
Thatcher continued to kiss Leon, gently sucking on his lower lip. He pulled Leon a bit closer, tilting his head to deepen it.
Leon rested his other arm on Thatcher's shoulder, trying to get as close to him as he could. He pulled Thatcher a bit closer and tilted his head to also deepen it.