He forgoes his food in favour of observation. Waiting and watching. Until green eyes find his own, and his boy grants him a soft smile.
57
SINN'OUS
Bursting through Med-Wing’s doors catered to a violence he is used to, and all the same it’s completely different. This violence is raw. Untamed. Unpredictable. And volatile. He’s a volcanic eruption unhinged.
But the second Rogers had by passed him in the corridor, leaning in to whisper four words, then continue on with the other guard none the wiser to their little exchange. The whole world order had shifted.
Four fucking words, and they derailed him to the very core.
“Your boy, in medical.”
The medical doors clang against the wall, announcing his arrival in a shotgun’s finality. Sharp, snappy, and to the fucking point.
“What the fuck happened,” he growls, eyes locking on Reni—who steps back, pressing against the exam table and Izz’s legs.
He fucking sees red.
Nothing and no one else is seen, when his vision funnels to Reni. That smug, smart mouth, piece of excrement who is about to die.
“. . . you’re freaking out the entire room.” His boy’s words don’t register, not at first, and he only catches the tail end of whatever was said.
But the smile. The broad, unapologetic smile that Izz gives him. It’s enough to damper his temper. Watching Izz gingerly stretch out to lie down on the exam table redirects his rage into something else. Something more primal than he cares to feel. Or admit to feeling.
His boy’s pained voice floats to him. “It’s just bleeding a bit.”
Something shifts in him. He’s not entirely sure what it is. But he thinks it might be concern. Probably. Maybe. Maybe not?
“You’re fine. He won’t hurt you,” Izz’s peering at a nurse Sinn'ous hadn’t been aware was standing there, reassuring her. Even when she doesn’t seem to buy into it. She does, however, start to do her fucking job. Though her gaze comes back to him one more time and isn’t focused entirely on Izz, he knows he is going to kill her.
But not yet. He has to assess what’s wrong first. He jerks Izz’s shirt up to get to the bandages below. Inspecting what’s bleeding where, and how bad it is.
Reni’s intake of breath is sharp, and will be the last sound he ever makes if he so much as twitches wrong. And that means in any fucking way at all.
Sinn'ous’s eyes rake over every bruise and blemish he’s left on his boy. The old cut under the ribs. The bandages covering the new ones. The deep crimson stain soaking through the largest of the bandages. Blood seeping out from under the soiled fabric.
Satan damn. I cut too deep.
The nurse crowds in too close, even though she is keeping a safe distance, it’s still to fucking close. Too close to what’s mine.
But I fucked up what’s mine, didn’t I?
“I-I, excuse m-me. I need to get t-to him. To assess his injuries.” Her stuttered words work against his nerves.
He’s of the mind to snap at her, and not with words. A fist will do. No, a razor.
Izz’s soft voice drags him back from the edge, “he won’t hurt you for helping me. You’re okay.”
It’s a lie. And everyone in this room knows it. He most definitely will kill her, help or no help.
Well, he would have. If Izz wasn’t pinning him with a wordless reprimand, and demand to behave.
And for some unknown reason, instead of killing her, like he wants, he sends his boy a smirk.
Stress on injured people can cause death. This is the reason why he doesn’t kill her. It’s the only reason.
It’s the only reason.
