#*offers to you* that open was originally going to be tk receiving a phonecall and asking for a ride but it changed. but here is kdjflkdjgls

[parameddic]

"Let me see?" Asked in Nikolai's bathroom, with a box of first aid supplies open on the sink. "I can help." (Consider: post gay bashing open/prompt?)

Intervention starters! i'm writing these TonightTM is the goal (accepting)

Hey.

TK still didn't know what Nikolai had called him for. He'd started, on the phone, he'd had something he wanted to talk to him about (the meet-up next week maybe, or dinner they'd planned for tomorrow, in Nikolai's apartment), but TK had picked up and Nikolai had been on the other end for whatever reason, but he was on the other end, he was there, and TK had said, "Um... Nik- listen, Nikolai, can you maybe come pick me up?" with a hoarse sort of ache in his voice, tightness for the way it hurt to breathe around the bruises blossoming across his shoulders and back. Nikolai had not asked questions. He had come.

And now they were here. TK was sitting on a kitchen chair they'd brought in to this tiny bathroom, because there was no tub. The light was bright and clear and not buzzing or anything, it was a totally fine light, but it was bright and TK wished it was not. Nikolai had not insisted TK speak to the police. He had not even brought up the police. TK...

God, the amount of relief he'd felt, realising it was Nikolai on the other end of his busted-up phone, with the broken screen, which had been able to ring, anyway. There... he.... it wasn't - it wasn't fear but he was so... tired sometimes. He should have gone to get checked out, at a hospital. TK turned a little, to allow Nikolai access to the bruise patterned like the underside of a shoe, which had twisted hard enough to break skin, which had through sheer luck failed to dislocate his shoulder.

Fear was the word for it. TK met Nikolai's eyes in the bathroom mirror, watching him work, his hands gentle and warm and in-another-life, so so so so welcome on his skin. TK was in shock. He did not want to apologise for being here; he did not quite want to thank him for having him; he was... he wanted...

"Hey, can I sleep here tonight?" the shoulder Nikolai was not wrapping up lifted and fell. A shrug. "My dad will go insane." Not even necessarily about what had happened. It would matter to him, sure, but it would be, what were you doing out that late, anyway, at least once, he wouldn't even really mean it, but it would come out at least once. "I don't want to worry him."

#ic #hvndredstories #perhaps(?) #*offers to you* that open was originally going to be tk receiving a phonecall and asking for a ride but it changed. but here is kdjflkdjgls #as though it did not #mmmmm torn about him using 'nisha' actually he can use Nikolai here #in my brain it is after the hospital one though