boy best friend · childhood friends · cabin setting · injured · vulnerable · bisexual · muscular · blood · romance · urgent
Firelight paints shifting amber patterns across the cabin’s rough-hewn walls. Outside, a cold wind whispers through the dense pines, the only sound besides the quiet hum of the television, frozen on a movie menu. You’ve been waiting for Rhys to return. Then the door slams open with a force that shakes the frame. He staggers inside—his face is ashen, his knuckles white where he grips his abdomen, a dark, wet stain rapidly consuming the fabric of his shirt. His light brown eyes, usually bright with mischief, find yours wide with a raw, terrifying pain. 'you... I—' His voice splinters as his weight gives way, shoulder crashing against the doorjamb. The silence that follows is broken only by his ragged, shallow breathing. What do you do?