scratch
On Ao3.
Summary: Jonathan takes care of his progeny.
Note: Based on @moonlitravingsofthestoryteller prompt Yes, same prompt, but different ship. Enjoy.
"It's just a scratch, I'm fine."
"It looks deeper than a scratch."
"I can assure you, Dr.Reid, I'm fine."
"Sean, I'm here to help. Please, let me see your wrist." Jonathan didn't like to push, but he had the chance to catch a glance of his progeny's hand.
The Sad Saint hesitated. His fingers slowly played with the edge of the gauze.
"All right." He finally nodded.
"Well then, please, take a seat." Jonathan pulled out one of the chairs and waited. "I always have my most important equipment’s with me."
Sean did as he was told, carefully watching the doctor's every movement. He still had to get used to it, the thoughts, the feelings, the yearning. Being this close to Jonathan made him feel safe, and he never wanted to leave his side. The shame didn't wait for long to follow these notions and create a sinking feeling in his stomach.
His own feelings left himself confused.
"I wouldn’t do anything that you wouldn’t feel right about. Please, as soon as you feel uncomfortable, let me know."
"I will, thank you, Dr.Reid."
"Call me Jonathan." He answered with a half-smile.
"Jonathan." Sean repeated the name and it felt nice. The Lord sent a really interesting Ekon to help him. "Thank you."
"So, tell me, what happened?" Jonathan sat down in front of him and took the Sad Saint’s hand. He carefully started to roll down the bandage from it.
"Mr.Greenroad showed up with his family tonight. They asked for a place to stay for the night after they couldn't pay for their lease any more. I accommodated them, however their son, Eric, decided to wander out of the building at night to look for adventure. His parents were asleep, but I was able to see him get out, thanks to my new powers." He glanced at the Ekon.
"A brave little kid, a bit too brave, perhaps. At other times it might not have been a problem." He put the used and bloody gauze aside. The bite mark was still visible on the back of the Sean’s hand. Two deeper marks, they might have penetrated the muscles and even damaged the bone underneath. The injury had mostly healed, but it wasn't complete yet.
"Well, what's your diagnosis, doctor?"
"Skal bite, it could have broken at least three bones in your hand, the canine teeth pierced the muscle and badly torn it. It's a wonder you got away with only this much."
Sean glanced down at his injured hand. "I was stronger. I didn't-, I wasn't able to kill it, I couldn't. But I chased it away." Their eyes met in silence.
It was impossible to tell what Jonathan was actually thinking, but Sean didn't feel any strong emotions from him either.
Another curse or gift; he was able to feel in the middle of the night the Ekon's pain or anger. For the first time Sean couldn't focus on anything else, his instincts screamed at him to find Jonathan and help him. He had to force back himself from the entrance of the shelter. He tried to occupy himself as much as he was able to. But it wasn't enough, nothing seemed ever enough.
"But it wasn't all of my diagnosis, so the rest is," Jonathan took out a tiny bottle and a roll of fresh gauze. He started to clean out the wound. "A too adventurous young boy, and a very brave man who was ready to help the aforementioned boy. You did good, Sean."
"You don't need to flatter me, Jonathan. You've already got me on my knees."
The Ekon's smile faded, and he turned his gaze back on Sean's hand instead.
The guilt tightened inside of his chest like a gripping hand, but it wasn't only his own.
"I'm sorry, doctor. I was just-"
"No, you're right. I made a mistake when I turned you, I shouldn't have done that. I stepped over a line."
Sean tried to shake the feeling off, but it only got worse. "Jonathan-"
"At least, I'm glad it worked, and you can protect your flock." He cleared his throat. "And you can heal."
"…but?" He knew what was coming next.
"But, you have to take some blood to heal. You know that."
Sean couldn't look in his eyes. Of course, he knew that.
"Sean?"
"I-, I didn't have the occasion, to-" he couldn't convince himself. And his maker still waited for his answer. "I just couldn't bring myself to take blood." He sighed. "I didn't have the time to search for bodies..."
"Sean, it's all right, I understand." He slowly put his hand on the Saint's. "Do you need my assistance?"
Sean winced as warmth spread around his body. "No." He swallowed. "I will manage." His whole mind screamed the opposite at him. His stomach twisted from hunger. There were nights when he dreamed about his maker. The doctor showed up, and shared his blood with him again. And every time he woke up, he was able to taste Jonathan's blood in his mouth.
Old Bridget was right, when he became a Skal the flesh and blood eased his hunger, but it was nothing compared to the Ekon's blood.
"Sean." Jonathan gently squeezed his hand, so Sean finally dragged his mind back to the present.
"I'm-, I'm sorry. It's just not easy for now. My mind trying to adjust to this new body, and new cravings." He let out a sigh, the Ekon patiently waited for him to continue. Again, he was so tender and kind, he felt like a different person. "Your blood transformed me, and healed most of my wounds, but the hunger while lessened still remains, and..." he had to swallow again. "I can sense your discomfort, and other strong feelings. I have to learn about them. Forgive me, I'm mumbling."
"No, you don't have to apologize. I understand, this connection between us is making you uneasy. It's a new experience for me too, but please let me know if you have anything on your mind. You're my progeny and I want to take good care of you, as your maker, and your doctor."
Sean sounded almost amused. "What a strange man you're, Dr.Reid."
"I take it as a compliment." Jonathan smiled, it reached his eyes, filling the icy-blue with kindness. "Your hand will heal, if you want I can provide some of my blood. Don't worry you won’t have to bite me." He carefully adjusted the fresh bandage.
"You didn't seem to mind the first time." Sean suddenly bit into his own lips.
"Oh?"
"Forgive me, I-, this is different, I still have to get used to it." He rubbed his reddening cheeks, to chase the blush away.
"No, I mean, I understand."
They sat in an embarrassed silence. It only broke when Sean let out a small chuckle. Finally, his guilt and worry began to melt away.
"Sean?" Jonathan couldn't help but smile.
"I'm sorry, I just realized that most of these things are new, and unknown even for you. That's reassuring."
"Well, yes." The Ekon slowly rubbed his neck. "I was turned only three days ago."
"And yet here you're, trying to help others."
Jonathan tried wave this off. "I'm a doctor, of course I try to help. This is why I studied for years."
"And I'm really glad that you were the one who turned me, the Lord sent you to me."
Embarrassment? Sean almost reached towards his chest as his heart sped up a little.
"I'm not sure about it, Sean. But, I'm glad you don't hate me, even if you would have every reason to. After how I acted that night." Jonathan gently patted his arm and stood up.
"I don't hate you." The Sad Saint stepped in front of him, his chair almost felt over behind him. "I-, I understand you had to, it's just-" he felt silent.
"Thank you."
Long fingers caressed his chin, making Sean shiver. He had to close his eyes, as he felt the blush spread around his cheek.
"Please, take care of yourself. And let me know if you ever need me."
He had to swallow back the answer, instead he just slowly nodded.
"I will come back tomorrow, but right now my patients are waiting for me."
The doctor's fingers slightly touched his lips. "You did good, I'm proud of you."
He almost failed to notice the tiny kiss on his lips. His hearth hammered in his ears.
"I have to go now."
Finally, Sean opened his eyes, he felt a twinge of emptiness wash over him as the Ekon pulled his hands away.
"I understand." The Sad Saint tried to hide his disappointment in his voice. "I will wait for your return."
Jonathan gave him a smile filled with warmth. "I will hurry back. Have a good night, Sean."
"You too, Jonathan." He watched the Ekon leave, following him with his eyes as long as he was able to with his new vampire powers. Then he turned away to try to get himself occupied.
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