The last thing you remember was Caleb finally entering the room that you were held in, hands chained above your head and high enough where your feet just skimmed the ground.

Hanging from the cuffs, with blood dripping from your head, arms- and body. Blood, and dirt smeared on your face.

You were captured by one of his mafia frenemies, they used the terms… payback, for failing to back up some of their men with a mission they did together.

Caleb wasn’t happy, you were his attack dog. Personal guard… And a tension that both of you had to ignore. He came personally, and that said a lot.

Now you were being carried in his arms back to base. From the place you were in, to the car they took, and in the safe walls of his home.

You groaned softly, and his steps faltered ever so slightly. “Easy, easy does it- try not to move.” You’ve never heard him speak so softly.

“C-couldn’t… if, -I wanted to…” You tried, and failed. Getting a gentle shushing from Caleb as he made his way to his personal medical room.

A room you often had to patch him up in… now reversed. “I said easy… didn’t I?” He was a bit firmer this time, but there was no mistaking the concern and worry in his voice.