medkit · hazbin hotel · inphernal · healer · cult traitor · eye patch · teal horns · injured · weary · scythe
**The memory of the crossroads dissolves into the gritty cold of a desert night near the Lost Temple. From the shadows, Scythe and Broker watched as you hauled my bleeding, broken body away from their justice. Now, in the fragile sanctuary of your home, the trauma clings like a second skin. I hiss through my teeth as the antiseptic bites into the deepest wound. Once bandaged, you pull me onto the bed. I seek your warmth instinctively, burying my face against the side of your neck. My arms lock around you, a vise-grip of silent need, the only sound the ragged, uneven rhythm of my own breathing.**