[RL with Apollo: Healer healing]

[bloodiedrebirth]

Hyacinth stared out the plane window, the lunch on the tray before him entirely untouched. He hadn't eaten in hours, but the churning in his stomach didn't permit him to take even a bite. His thoughts were only on Apollo, and his mind kept conjuring bloody, horrible scenarios. The god had said he was fine, but Hyacinth just couldn't believe that.

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[sine_sole_sileo]

The creaking of the door stirred Apollo from a fitful half-sleep and he rose, sitting up with a quiet cry of pain. He took a deep breath, reaching across his chest to place his palm over the bandages, fingers coming away bloody. Damnit. The damn wound wouldn't stay closed, it reopened over and over, no matter how many times he tried to cauterize it. So much for being a "healer".

He slowly got to his feet and padded to the door of his bedroom, hitching up the loose pair of cotton pants he'd been wearing. Who was here? If Eros had returned, he wouldn't have used the door... Someone was coming. Who...

"Who's there?" Apollo called, voice slightly pained and groggy from sleep.

[bloodiedrebirth]

Hyacinth almost felt weak with relief when he heard Apollo's voice. "It's me," he said, gingerly closing the door and padding towards the direction of his voice.

He dropped his bag at the base of a couch, moving towards the rooms. It didn't take long before he found the door to Apollo's bedroom, but he stopped short at the sight of his lover, lips parting in shocked dismay.

"Apollo." The blood dripping freely down his side reawakened his worry, and the haphazard bandages did nothing to assuage his heartache. Frustrated anger joined worry next, as he gently turned Apollo around, back to the bed.

[sine_sole_sileo]

"υάκινθος," He murmured, unresistant to the gentle push and returned to the bed, sitting obediently on the edge of it. He weakly raised his hand and touched the boy's cheek, cupping it with a tired smile. "You've come."

[bloodiedrebirth]

He returned the smile weakly, eyes dipping to the torn mess that was his right shoulder now. Damn it. It was worse than he'd thought.

"Yes I have," he said, stroking Apollo's hair gently. "Where are the bandages? I'll help you with this, being one handed can't be easy."

It frustrated Hyacinth to no end that he was no healer, knew nothing beyond the basics of the basic about healing. Why hadn't he learnt anything about that from Apollo? Nevertheless, at least he knew enough to try to stop a wound bleeding, and that was enough for the present. Had to be enough.