"How did this happen? What happened to him? Did you do this you little-" The short woman's voice began to rise, her accent getting thicker. Armando held his arms up as the woman looked up at him.
"Miss, I didn't do this to him. There was an accident, I swear. I tried to stop him." Armando said, frowning at Everett sleeping on the floor, a blanket over his lap.
"Every other part of him is unharmed but everything below his ankles is a nightmare of blood and bandages. Now child, tell me what happened to you boyfriend."
"He's not my..never mind. We were up at the Grace house..the ruins..he's not the most stable person so..he ended up having a breakdown. He threw his shoes and danced around like a maniac..there's a lot of broken glass up there and he got pretty banged up..his adrenaline crashed on the way here and he lost consciousness.." Armando mumbled, looking down. The old woman sighed and muttered something.
Armando sat down on the floor and pulled Everett close to him, watching his chest rise and fall with his breath. They sounded shaky and slightly off, uneven. Armando gently held his hand, waiting for him to wake up.
Hours later, the two arrived home, their clothes soaked in rain and both about ready to collapse. Everett fumbled with the key, Armando helping steady his hands. The two walked inside and flopped down onto the couch, holding each other close, their cheeks flushed red.
"How..how do you feel Ev..?" Armando mumbled, his eyelids heavy. Everett simply groaned in response, burying his face in Armando's chest. "You should rest babe...you've been through a lot..." Everett slowly nodded and drifted off to sleep, the other boy following quickly.
