#me chinhands at you and donnie like: hi hey hello there ♡ hope this reads alright :3c what a lovely piece to officially bring danny in with

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[ catch ] - for receiver to catch sender as they stumble or collapse from exhaustion / sickness / injuries | @priestbit

cw for some Dire shit uwu injuries, violence, blood, etc etc

( get the fuck up cabrón- )

his chest felt on the verge of bursting, on hand and knee, spitting blood down to ground between backs of hands. this motherfucker was relentless — it seemed no matter what the hell danny did to him, thomas shrugged it off, as if nothing hurt him.

( the fuck was this thing made of? )

he drew in breath, harsh, like it shredded down along throat and into lungs, before pulling himself back together — for another round, another go with this fucking behemoth. pushing back up to feet, bracing hand to wall to steady himself, just as thomas does. this time with large mallet in tow, fist gripping wood handle, and eyes that burned hate across room — boring into danny.

he'd already taken beating after beating with this thing, he felt like a fucking ragdoll at this point and just as flimsy and lifeless as one.

( thank fucking god this bastard's stuck on my ass, thought crosses mind, 'cause the others...i don't think they'd be able to handle it— )

" c'mon you fucking animal— " his words are spat out in a growl, bracing himself, planting feet firm onto solid ground below them, tensing as thomas closes distance with alarming speed, for someone massive like him. and as mallet takes its first swing, danny ducks out of range, reaching and grabbing hold of arm, in feeble attempt to keep it still long enough for the other to land fist square into masked face — once, twice, three — before eyes made contact with thomas'...

and something cold seeped into his core.

something had shut off in the monstrosity's eyes — and before he could register and get the fuck back, large hand grabs danny by the throat, and slams him into nearest wall—

once.

twice.

again.

and again. and again. and—

danny could feel himself losing it, before he feels thomas step back, still holding him in place against the wall. danny peels an eye open, fixates on mallet held above towering figure, and he winces — anticipating blow —

as it comes slamming down over the top of head, CRACKING INTO SKULL—

his vision grew dark, hazed and full of bursting stars, reddened as he felt heat trickle down brows, down nape of neck, into eyes — until all he could see was RED & BLACK & STARS. his head felt light and heavy all at once, swelling and collapsing in on itself.

and he was fucking certain, at this point with whatever scrap of clarity he had left in him, he wasn't going to be able to push himself back up — not after this.

he could feel his body tiring by the second, growing heavier, growing limp—

then he's DROPPED from suspended chokehold, collapsed on the ground in a heap of gasps of air and blackened vision. he could hear the sounds of struggle, for a moment, around him. the thundering of footfall moving across room, voice shouting and cursing words that he couldn't quite decipher whose voice it belonged to in his pained daze.

until things fell quiet, sounds growing distant across the basement, as danny laid there, motionless, head wound bleeding profusely.

it took some time, but finally, clarity began to settle in once more.

it came by quicker, as he felt himself be hoisted up off the ground, with voice echoing in multiples that they needed to get out of there, that i got you, don't worry, you're gonna be fine—

and danny's single-eyed gaze, disoriented and shell-shocked, find familiarity when it meets donnie beside him, pulling him back up to his feet.

they plant there, as they had before — only this time to find some semblance of stability where he stood. he could hear donnie talking to him, trying to get some sort of response out of him.

but something wasn't right — with his vision, with his head...

he couldn't see from one eye, though he swore it was just as open as the other that stares blank, dull, back at donnie's desperate expression.

the pain came in slow, crashing waves...

( it made him think of being out in open water, during his training. getting used to going under the waves, into the dark depths, learning to cope with water pressure suffocating every inch of body... )

it tumbled up along spine, hitting nape of neck, and sent RADIATING CRASH along the right side of head and face.

with every one that hit, donnie could see good eye flutter, roll back, dull out consciousness.

as he tried to keep danny upright, tried to still get some sort of clear response from him, another wave hit — and danny felt like DEAD WEIGHT in his arms, knees giving out from under him.

when he doesn't make contact with the ground once more, danny feels his arm — vaguely, almost like his own limbs were nothing but phantoms once connected to himself by muscle and tendon — get swung around another, with donnie's own grabbing around him to keep him upright.

he can hear the panic laced in garbled voice beside his ear, as donnie quickly made his way with him in tow to catch back up to the others, who danny had ensured to buy enough time keeping thomas busy for them to make enough distance.

he hadn't expected donnie to turn on heel and come back — he hadn't needed to, and he hadn't wanted him to.

in any other situation, any other stupid fuckin' scenario they could have found one another in? danny would be putting donnie in a headlock, scolding him from texas to mexico and back again. and they'd share a laugh about it, after the fact...

but he was there now, and if it weren't for him? danny was certain all that would be left of him was the red of his blood across wall and floor, pummeled and torn apart body and limbs strewn in all directions. he was certain that motherfucker would have left him in pieces, with how soulless eyes had locked on his own.

the tunnels, the rooms, the gaps in walls that donnie took extra care to help danny get through, all warped unnatural, blotched out in black and stardust, as distant, hushed voices of their friends slowly started to become clearer. they were nearly there, came donnie's voice from beside him once again, easier to make out now that enough time had passed and the screams of drumming pain were slowly becoming more and more used to, tolerated.

after a pause, silence between them, came danny's own voice at long last, slurred and hoarse, feeling like razors crawling and dragging along walls of throat, finally gave his friend — who still shouldered most of danny's weight as he tried his best to reach the others before they were spotted once again — a response,

" thank you— " was croaked out, " for going— coming...back... "

#me chinhands at you and donnie like: hi hey hello there ♡ hope this reads alright :3c what a lovely piece to officially bring danny in with #priestbit #[ d ] ── * 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. { danny. } #violence / #injury / #blood / #etc etc etc you know how it is uwu #for what its worth: all the blood on danny's head and face rn are covering how bad the actual wound is c: