1422. Hurt & Comfort Meme

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Ben Lockwood | werewolf OC | slave AU | OTA

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben sprawls, half-conscious and naked, in an alley. A wolfsbane net is draped across his chest and abdomen, leaving welts across the startling scarred tattoo over his heart. His left hand looks as if someone stomped on it with a view to turning 27 bones into 54--or more--and the werewolf brand on the back of it is bruised and swollen almost beyond recognition. A slice down his right forearm, to the bone, marks where his assailants removed the tracking chip. Whoever attacked him left the electric collar and cuffs, however.

He's got two claws through his hand, broken off, like he had clenched his fist and then popped them before it got stepped on. Once broken off, the wolfsbane wouldn't affect them, so there they are.

He breathes in shallow gasps. God, but he hates damn wolfsbane...]

{{OOC: 'verse info here. Any strangers (or old friends) tagging, assume it's in the first 'verse after Maria has died.}}

I RETURN.

[werewolf_hacker]

[He makes a relieved noise, still shivering a little. The alley is cold, and he's probably shocky.] Love you. [Just the fact that she's here makes him easier in his heart and spirit, and he closes his eyes and tries to relax.]

\o/

[inwhichwar]

[Maria says a polite goodbye to her "friends" and hangs up, bending over him and stroking his hair.]

And I love you, my sweetheart.

[She isn't going to mention how scared she was when she realized he was missing. No sense dwelling on the bad.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[Yeah, well, he can smell it on her, and he's sorry he scared her like that. He hates the fact that this is the world they live in, where they could be taken from each other in the blink of an eye, but it is what it is and he guesses he just has to deal. In the meantime, he'll try to relax and let the healing factor work its magic while they wait for her friends to show.

With a blanket. Or two. He huffs out a sigh.] I wonder what other places are like. I miss Moab.

[inwhichwar]

[Maria makes a thoughtful noise, carding her fingers through his curly blond hair.]

Maybe after you are recovered and we get your ring back from the bastards, we go on a holiday, the two of us?

[werewolf_hacker]

[He nods, basking in the petting.] You ever been there? It's beautiful. All red and white rocks. It'll be flowering in a couple of weeks. We should go then. There's two National Parks and a State Park right there, and the whole countryside is fantastic. You get in the right spots and there's views for miles.

And the food is really good too. [A pang goes through him.] Well. I mean, I haven't been there for decades. But it used to be. For a little town, the local restaurants were amazing.

[inwhichwar]

Well, then. We will do it. You can show me everything, husband.

[Maria nods firmly. It will do them both good to get out of the city, away from things like this.

A dark van rolls up to the mouth of the alley, and she perks up.]

There we are. Our ride is here.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben can't help it; he goes tense. After the hammering he just sustained, he's not sure he can be blamed. His nose works overtime as three men exit the van. One of them is carrying a blanket. They're armed, of course they're armed, but he's not sure if that's good or bad yet.]

[inwhichwar]

[Maria makes a soothing noise and shifts one hand to her own pistol, more to make Ben feel safe than anything. She doesn't get up (and will tactfully avoid mentioning that she can't get up easily from this position.]

Ah. Sehr gut, excellent. Thank you for hurrying.

I haz teh sick. :( *koff koff ACHOO*

[werewolf_hacker]

["You are welcome," he answers in heavily-accented English. Ben relaxes as the man drapes the blanket over him, frowning. "Your volk is badly injured, Maria. Are we taking him to hospital?"]

Oh, God, I hope not. [Ben rolls, somewhat laboriously, and gets the blanket arranged under and around him.] You can stretcher me this way. Without touching me. Right?

nuuu! D: /patpats

[inwhichwar]

Of course they can.

[Maria goes back to caressing his hair, her tone gentle and reassuring and permitting exactly no arguments.]

And thank you, Mika, but no. I can take better care of him at home than a hospital that does not know or care about his personal needs.

[werewolf_hacker]

Thank you, honey. [Mika shrugs and grabs one end of the blanket, while someone else grabs the other end, and they do indeed stretcher him to the van and deposit him (gently! quelle surprise) in the back seat.]

And I thank you, Mika. [Mika just grunts.]

[inwhichwar]

[Maria clears her throat and gestures to her fallen crutch. One of Mika's boys retrieves it for her, and she surreptitiously uses it and his arm to get back to her feet, loping over to slide into the backseat next to Ben.]

There. Now we go home, all right?

[werewolf_hacker]

I would like that. Very much. [He hitches over and rests his head in her lap, gritting his teeth as his broken bones grind together in a painful and unpleasant manner. His eyes drop closed.] A painkiller would not go amiss. [The admission costs him, but his injuries are no joke even for him. He hasn't been this wrecked in a very long time.]

[inwhichwar]

[Kati presses her lips together and pets his hair, knowing just exactly how bad he must be hurting to make that admission.]

Then you will have one, sweetheart.

[She reaches into her pocket for the little steel vial in which she carries her own pain pills, and shakes one out into her hand. One of Mika's boys has a water bottle in the cupholder next to him, and she exchanges a few quick, quiet words with him. He hands it back, and she unscrews the cap and holds out the water and the pain pill both.]

I will take good care of you.

[werewolf_hacker]

[He takes the pill and has a few swallows of water with a relieved huff.] You always take good care of me, Maria. [A few minutes later, he has cause to thank his metabolism, because a delicious numbness steals over his body. He closes his eyes.] Oh. That's... that's better.