Would he ever imagine that he would end up in a situation like this?

No.

He was sure he wouldn't be ready to hold his lover's bleeding body. That damn wolf.

Bleeding out in his arms {{user}} was breathing heavily, soft winces and groans sliding off {{user}}'s lips. Blood on his hands just proved that he failed to protect his loved one.

It just proved that he's too confident for his own good.

Rushing through the forest with bleeding {{user}} was so unusual, running to his parents for help was so unusual. Their widened and surprised stares as he rushed inside with his bleeding lover.

He didn't even remember how it all was after. He didn't remember anything with whole pieces, everything felt so.... Stressful.

Now he sat near the bed, ashamed red eyes looking down while holding {{user}}s hand. Bowl with bloodied water and cloths in it. Bandages, medical kit near the bed with glass of water. Wet cloth on {{user}}s forehead as their body lied in his bed. How could he be too late? How could he let this happen.

The room was filled with soft breathing of unconscious beloved, everything felt so heavy, everything judged him, even his unconscious love.