Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Animal Cruelty [2/2] ×

[Third Person POV]

Henry's eyes slowly opened and he fidgeted with the blanket that draped over his body. He looked around calmly, shuffling awkwardly from feeling the blanket rub against his bare skin. It was dark outside, showing through the window but he slowly came to the realization he was in an unfamiliar room. He looked around the bed and reached to a lamp that was propped on a bedside table that he turned on. He sorta flinched from the light and pulled his hand back under the blanket as it was cold enough for him to want to hide under it. He looked up from the door opening and he watched Victor enter the room, seeming oddly angry for him. He seemed to pause as he shut the door.

"Henry?"

Henry waved carefully but set his head down on the pillow. Victor hurried over and crawled onto the bed, sitting down.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Mhmm."

"Do you know what Patrick did. That bastard drugged you."

"Please tell me you didn't do something dumb to him."

"Huh?"

"I let him."

Victor seemed to paused. He looked around awkwardly.

"Oh. Uh."

"What did you do."

"Well we didn't do anything physically just kinda put him in his house and refused to get him for a while."

"Well get out. I'm gonna get dressed and go see him."

"Why? Do you not see what your body looks like?"

"No. I just woke up. Get out."

Victor stared at him before sighing and just getting up. He left the room calmly, shutting the door behind himself. Henry got up and looked around, his body shaking as he struggled to hold onto the bedside table. He staggered to the closet and held onto the wall to stable himself but just pawed through it. He and Victor knew each other past since they could remember and regularly shared clothes if they had to so this wasn't a big change. He got dressed, struggling from stings along his body. Slowly, he left the room and hopped downstairs carefully. He walked to the door blankly, ignoring Victor hurrying to him.

"Henry it's dark why are you leaving?"

"I'm gonna go to Patrick's."

Before Victor could continue, Henry stumbled out the house. Victor just sighed.

"Good luck."

"Good night Vic."

"Good night," he huffed. Henry walked down the street slowly, just focusing on the pain that made him limp and slow his pace. He eventually made it to Patrick's and climbed up to the window of his room. He knocked quietly, watching Patrick who was laying down sorta jolt up as he stared at him nervously. He hurried over and opened the window, pulling Henry inside.

"How long did you walk?" He asked as he shut the window.

"I dunno Vic's to here."

"All the way down there?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh god why did I agree to this."

"My arm hurts."

"Did you not look at yourself?"

"No."

Patrick walked over and turned him to a mirror, lifting his shirt off him. He let Henry look at the damage done, the most noticeable being a huge burn from his left eye entirely down to under the rim of his pants. Patrick slid his pants down carefully, looking at the mirror to see Henry press his index and middle finger against a few deep stab-like wounds along his thigh.

"You really took my word huh."

"You said I could."

"And I'm glad you did. Something in me feels fulfilled now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't feel like my body is restricted to only one thing now."

He looked at Patrick who paused to look back at him.

"Thank you."

His words just baffled Patrick. He couldn't respond. He just physically couldn't process the words.

"Is there something you want me to do to repay you Pat?"

"Well-"

"We can fuck if you want. It's been a few days."

Patrick sighed and picked him up.

"You just want everything huh."

"Pat-"

"No. Just no Hen," he sighed. He walked to the bed and laid him down. "We'll sleep for tonight, okay?"

Henry nodded and watched Patrick lay next to him and pull him close before pulling the blanket over the both of them.

"Good night Hen."

"Good night," he sighed. He shut his eyes and snuggled up to Patrick who held him close. He slowly dozed off in his arms, aching and exhausted.