Seb curled in on himself, head drooping forward, effectively guarding himself from the hand reaching toward him. He squeezed his eyes shut again to try tuning out the pain, only registering Bastian’s questions after a delay but distracted further by the sweat dripping down his face. “Ehm.. s’ m’ ch-chest..” The light-headedness was devolving into dizziness as he peeked a look at the other man, though a wave of nausea forced him to close his eyes once more.
Fucking hell, the pain was killing him. He took a gasping breath, hoping it wasn’t literally taking him out. If, after everything, this was going to be how he bloody well died.. no, he refused to accept that. Seb forced a cough in an attempt to lessen the tension in his chest. “B-bah.. st..”
Sebastian blinked, half a dozen things were going through his mind, starting with what he could physically see what was happening to Basher. Did someone shoot him? Did someone stab him? Did someone punch a bit too hard and cracked a rib? That wouldn’t be the cause for the paleness of his lover nor the way the man looked to be in more pain than any time he’s seen before.
Fuck, this was serious.
He didn’t know what this was, but it was easy to tell that it was something internal and he grabbed Basher’s hips, trying to haul the man up to feet, willing to take all the man’s weight. “C’mon,” he tries to say with no panic in his voice, grabbing a hold of one of the man’s arms and wrapping it around his shoulder’s while his other hand wrapped around Basher’s waist.
He dragged the man fast down the stairs, his own feet stumbling beneath him in his haste. All he could think about was what was currently happening to his lover and it spurred him on to shove the man into his car, running to the driver side and pulling out and heading to St. Barts.
“I have a question for you, darling. Since when do I pay you to think?”
“It’s precisely his lack of intelligence what makes him a perfect bait. They’ll come after him like flies to honey. Wait and see.”
“I think you mean bees to honey, sir. And don’t worry, I promise not to think when you’re around, then.”
I think you’re doing a great job at keeping yourself very happy instead of addressing any issue at hand. I’m not going to fake that I’m happy anymore, Sebastian, I’m not going to let whatever negative things you’ve got to say effective me not. You’re obviously upset and I’m not dealing with it.
I’m the on in a right mood? Look who’s talkin’? You’re right, let’s not have this bloody conversation, I’ll get out of you hair so you don’t have to deal with it.