Honorable Traitor | Tarlos | [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 6

Carlos' POV

TK was slumped against the wall when I walked down the stairs to the basement.

"TK." I said his name gently, but he wouldn't wake up.

I crouched in front of him and placed two fingers on his neck. After determining that, yes, TK had a pulse I opened the first aid kit that I carried with me.

It had become a nightly thing for me to come down to the basement and clean the blood off of TK. He's been tortured enough, he shouldn't have to sit there soaked in blood.

I wiped the blood that was spilling from his nostrils and lifted his shirt to see light bruising, probably from someone's shoe.

TK's right wrist was probably the worst injury he had, it looked swollen and bruised, but sadly there was nothing I could do about it.

When I finished cleaning TK up his unconscious body kept trying to fall on his side. I kept him from hitting his head on the concrete floor before sliding next to him, leaning against the wall as well.

TK's head fell onto my chest, he was still out like a light.

I wrapped my right arm around his body and used my left to gently caress his bruised cheek.

After just holding TK for a bit I leaned down slightly and pressed a kiss to his head.

I let my face stay near his hair which smelt of sweat and blood.