dreamsborninfire

      This was the fourth time in less than a full month that you'd seen him in this condition. Covered in bandages, bruises and wounds. Barely breathing and struggling to remain conscious. It wasn't like him to come back hurt, let alone this badly. Nonetheless, there he was, limply lying on a poorly made, hay mattress with his eyes just open enough to let you know that he was alive. "I'd ask how you wound up in this condition, but judging by the fact that I have an audience, I'm guessing that I'm not allowed to know." After glancing behind you at the four large men standing against the wall of the small room, you released a sigh and gathered