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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 8 - A gentle touch

/�Looking for one safe
place�/

Slowly, Will helped Don out of the bed.� Don felt weak, shaky, and he had to lean
heavily on Will, no doubt adding to the blood on Will�s clothing.� They shuffled slowly over to the bathroom
door.� While Will leaned over to turn on
the water for the tub, Don stared at himself in the mirror, horrified.� Every inch of his skin that would normally be
covered by clothing was red, bloody, and puffy.�
Other than his swollen lips, his face and neck were clear.� His hands up to his wrists were unmarked,
except of course for the broken fingers on his left hand.�

�Into the tub,� Will said, breaking
Don�s macabre self-inspection.� Will
assisted Don into the tub then lowered him into a sitting position.� Don groaned as his raw skin hit the warm
water. Will took a wet washcloth and began delicately giving Don a sponge
bath.� Don didn�t look at his own body,
just watched Will�s face as he matter-of-factly cleaned Don�s naked body.� Will�s sculptured face was tight with
concentration and concern.� Some strands
of hair fell in his face while he worked and Don had the urge to brush them
back, but he kept his hands to himself.

Will sat back and Don looked down.� The bath water was red with blood, both old
blood washed off and new blood from wounds reopened even under Will�s careful
touch.� Don�s ankles were the worst that he
could see, though the steady stream of red seeping
from behind him made him think that his ass injuries must be worse.

�Why are you doing this?��
Don asked, his voice strained.

Will didn�t meet his eyes, just finished cleaning his back
wounds.� �I�ve been in your place, when I
was younger.� A friend helped me then,
saved my life.�

�In my place �� Don raised his eyebrows.� �At a BDSM club?�

�Yes,� Will said shortly, his tone
making it clear he wouldn�t say more.� He
helped Don get back up and stood solid while Don clung
to him, the room spinning.� I must really have lost a lot of blood.

Will helped Don step over the side of the tub and propped
him up against the sink.� Don closed his
eyes so he wouldn�t have to see himself in the mirror again.� He heard Will moving around then hissed in
pain as Will began to treat his wounds.� Will
started with his arms and his shoulders then moved down his back.� He bypassed Don�s ass for the moment, for
which Don was grateful, and treated the back of Don�s legs.� Don�s ankles he put salve on and wrapped
heavily.� He rotated Don around and did
the same for his front, giving particular attention to the nastiest of his
burns.� ��

He took Don�s bloody left hand very gently and said, �This
is going to hurt.�� Don bit down on a
whimper as Will placed a splint next to his pinkie then rapidly wrapped his
whole hand together into one lump of bandages.��

�I can�t do anything more for your fingers, I�m afraid,�
Will said.

�Just one more thing,� Will said
and turned Don back around.� Don clenched
his teeth tight as Will cleaned his anus with something that stung
incredibly.� He pressed a little way into
Don�s asshole and Don blacked out.� He
came to a couple of seconds later and Will was holding him tight and smearing
something cool on the torn interior.

�There,� Will said.� �Hopefully that�s the worst of it.� Now we just need to keep that clean and hope
you don�t tear it further.�

�Tear it��
Oh.�� Don felt faint at the
thought of defecating.� Maybe if he never
ate again �

Will walked Don into the bedroom and leaned him against the
wall.� Don held dizzily onto the wall
while Will stripped the bloody sheets and mattress pad off of the bed.�

�I�ll pay for those sheets,� Don said.

�I�m sure you will,� Will said,
replacing the sheets with clean ones.� He
turned to his dresser and got out a loose pajama top and pants.�

He walked over to Don and gestured for Don to lift up a
foot.� Don held on to Will�s strong
shoulder and lifted one foot with its heavily bandaged ankle.� He got that foot in and then the other and Will pulled the pants up over Don�s battered lower
body.� Will kneeled down in front of him
and rolled the cuffs up a few times.� He
then stood and pulled the pajama top over Don�s tender arms and back.� He buttoned the shirt carefully up, trying
not to disturb the salve he�d just smeared on Don�s chest.

�Thanks,� Don said weakly.�
He was grateful for the small amount of dignity that the clothes gave
him.

Will helped Don back to bed and Don clung to the bed and
waited for the room to stop spinning.�
Will pulled the sheets up over him and left the room.� Soon Don heard the sound of a coffee
maker.� Don stared at the ceiling and
wondered how he had fallen so far.

After a few minutes, Will returned with a steaming mug of
coffee.� �You like cream or sugar?� he
asked.

Don shook his head, not wanting to make Will
go back for it, and took the mug.� He
painfully sat part of the way up, inhaled the dark aroma and waited for it to
cool.�

Will pulled his chair close to the bed and looked intently
at Don.� �Want to tell me how a guy like
you ended up in this shape?�

�A guy like me,� Don repeated, his mouth twisting.�

Will raised his eyebrows and waited.

Don stared down at his coffee mug, searching for
strength.� After all Will
had done for him, he owed him the truth.�
Finally he said, �I always thought I knew what sort of guy I was.� I was a guy who liked women.� There was no doubt, no question in my mind,
no hint that anything else might be
true.

He took a small sip of his coffee.� �Then six or seven months ago, two male
friends of mine � talked me into having sex with them.� And it was more than just fun, it was a damn
eye-opener.

He looked up at Will.�
Will�s face was carefully neutral.�
Don continued, �Here I am, at my age, discovering that I didn�t know
myself at all.� How could I like men?� How could I
be bisexual?

Don took another sip of his coffee and willed his hands to
stop shaking.� �Then one of my friends,
one of the men who helped me discover this, moved on to another relationship
and I realized I�d lost him by being a frightened idiot.�� He gripped the coffee mug tighter but his
hands still shook. ��Now I see this man
and his new love every day and they�re so happy and I�m so envious that it�s
ripping me up inside.

Don tossed back a large swallow of coffee, ignoring the way
it burned down his throat.� He took
another gulp then said, with mingled anger and despair, �I went looking for
that same feeling, that same rush I had with him, and I couldn�t find it, so I
just kept pushing harder and harder.�
Until I �� he
trailed off and met Will�s eyes.� �Until I ended up like this.�

Will looked at him silently for a long moment.� Don searched, but couldn�t find any judgement
in those deep brown eyes.�

Finally Will said quietly, �I don�t think you would have
ever found what you were looking for that way.�

Don sighed and agreed.

Will touched his hand then stood up.� �You hungry?�

Surprising himself, Don realized that he was.� He couldn�t remember when he�d eaten
last.� Food had become just another
maintenance task, something he tried to check off his daily to-do list.� �Yeah,� he said, then
remembered his plan to never eat again so that he wouldn�t have to use the
toilet.� About as workable as any other
plan he�d had lately.

Will pushed back his chair and disappeared out the bedroom
door.� Soon Don heard the sound of
opening cabinets.� Don poked his mouth
sores with his tender tongue and hoped that Will
wouldn�t come back with a peanut-butter sandwich.

Instead, Will brought in a bowl of hot oatmeal, so wet to be
almost soupy.� Don gratefully traded his
empty coffee mug for the bowl.�� He
couldn�t manage both the bowl and a spoon with his one hand so he gave Will a
shrug and slurped down the oatmeal.� He
barely made it to the bottom of the bowl before his eyes began drooping
shut.� He couldn�t remember ever feeling
more tired, even when he�d been up for days on some case or when he�d been
injured before.�� This was absolute
tiredness, total breakdown of body and soul.�
Will took the bowl from his nerveless fingers and Don was asleep before
his head hit the pillow.
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