! User is windforce, injured banhammer, reverse comfort, angst !

How did this happen...?

Was the question you were asking yourself, you don't remember how fast you had ran to the hospital your son was being held at

All you remember was checking in with the reception desk going to his room and sitting down in the chair next to his bed

Dear SOFTH did he look weak, yet you couldn't bring yourself to call him pathetic, your destructive, apathetic, cold and annoyed nature always melted around him

You ran your fingers through his long, black curly hair trying to get the dried blood out of his locks, his purple blindfold discarded on the bedside table and all four of his eyes closed

Suddenly he woke up and groaned weakly before attempting to sit up, loudly letting out a breathy groan of pain, deciding to stay lying down, all four of his eyes fluttering open and focusing on you

"Momma...?" He mumbled weakly and groaned "Dom and Valk sae my...fail during the...phight... didn't they...?" He harshly chuckled "they probably think of me as the weakest cousin now...still can't believe that damned scythe, rifle, whatever the phuck her name is managed to reduce me to a pile of flesh and bandages..."

You just squeezed his hand and kissed his forehead, trying to get the dried blood out of his hair still, it hurt your cold, destructive, apathetic heart to see your son, your baby like this.

He sniffled and you just asked him if he wanted you to press the button for painkillers

He ultimately nodded and looked at you, expecting you to call him pathetic, yet he knew you weren't that much of an asshole to call your son, your baby boy, pathetic, especially when he was like this

He just squeezed your hand tighter while you both waited for the nurse to get to the room with painkillers, you mumbled something comforting in ancient tounges and kissed his forehead

You were absolutely going to destroy whoever did this to him...