Stilettos and thigh highs

Chapter 6: bandaged wounds

Husks pov.

'Somehow the bar always seemed to be dirty, another fuckin spill, another empty glass discarded by whoever used it last, the last time I checked, cleaning 24/7  wasn't in my job description.'

I watched as angel stammered through the front door, shielding his eyes towards the harsh bright lights.
"Angel you uh.. you doin ok?" I asked warily as he struggled to hang on to the paneling coving the hotels entrance.

*thud*

"Holy shit ANGEL?" I yelled out, to no avail I didn't get a response.
I quickly rushed out from behind the bar, angel was lying lifelessly on his side, his purses contents now spilled aimlessly across the carpeted floor.

His pulse was the first thing I checked, his heartbeat was abnormally quick and his breathing was erratic, no steady pattern was evident.

He was unconscious, alive but barely.
His purse's contents indicated he was on something.
Scattered throughout various pockets were small clear bags with powdered residue, empty pill bottles, his room key and the wrapping from a slim fit condom.

"Fuck Angel wake up.." the words left my mouth as a whisper and as I stroked his soft white hair I was desperately hoping that he would regain his senses.

I picked him up, cupping his head and neck with one arm and I held his long legs with my other, he was incredibly light and his fur was like silk, a man that had ruined himself consistently had taken the utmost care of his body.
As I was thinking this I looked down to realize I had let out a few tears at the thought of someone I cared about intentionally hurting themselves, he was so special to me, even if he didn't know how he'd saved me.
With just a few simple words exchanged between us at night, the same nights I was questioning why I was still alive, why alastor chose to keep me tight on his leash, why I didn't die when I had the chance to.
He had talked with me when I didn't think I wanted to survive the night and made me want to keep living, just to see him.

With his bag in the cusp of my hand I steadily ascended to long staircase up to our floor, wings wrapped around his slim body, as if I was protecting him from anything that could harm him in such a state.
his door had been decorated with pictures of his friends, loved ones and that stupid pig that he adored more than anything.
I carefully took the keys angel kept in his purse out and unlocked his door, nuggets came rushing over to see angel, he was confused as to why angel never greeted him back, why he wasn't waking up to pet him and cuddle him to sleep.
Something inside me broke seeing the purest display of love and confusion coming from the smallest of beings.

I brought angel to the bathroom, worried that he wouldn't make it to see morning with everything he took that night I crouched beside the toilet, holding his slim body upright I stuck my fingers down his throat.
gagging and choking on my fingers, he spewed the reminants of fruity cocktails and pancakes into the porcelain toilet bowl, covering the sides in bile.
I felt the tall man collapse once again in my arms, no longer convulsing over a porcelain seat, now resting in my arms, peacefully as if he had no cares in the world.

I carried the resting body over to his own bed, his face lit up by strip lights on the walls above his bed, spelling out his name in numerous color variations.
Fat nuggets began to crawl on to the bed next to angel, his paws pattering across his pink bedsheets.
Nuggets cuddled up by angels side, nuzzling into his patterned fur.

Slowly removing angels tank top, it revealed his heart patterned chest, I stared at the shirtless boy in admiration, I could never understand how someone so beautiful could be taken advantage of in the ways he's been.
I slid on a large sweater that was sitting on the floor beside his bed, it was pink and soft, just like his fur.
Trying my hardest to not look at him while I took his skirt off and replaced it with boxer shorts, thoughts occurred to me as I was sliding them up his thighs, I had realized that it might be uncomfortable to sleep in his boots and long socks.
I adjusted my hands to slide the zipper down, pulling his long lack boots off with ease, I noticed an odd wrinkling pattern along his thighs.
I gently ran my finger along the pattern when I felt the rigid bumps covering his body, I realized why angel had always worn the socks.
I slid the fabric down to reveal bruised legs, black and blue, large gashes taken out of his legs, he had been in so much pain all this time.
I bandaged him up the best I could, sheets of gauze and a small roll of cloth bandages found stuffed at the back of his bathroom cupboard were the only available thing I could find to help his ailments.

As I was bandaging his wounds I thought about who might've done something to him that would result in such trauma to his body, could've been a bad client but Angel was never a toy to his clients, he was a toy to valentino, a puppet on strings, dancing to Val's every word.
The only reason I knew how much it hurt him is because of our late night talks, sharing a few drinks and occasionally, a few laughs.
I would open up my least cheap booze, the one I only drank on special occasions, now being used as a bonding moment between us.

I bent down at the side of the bed and softly cussed his hand in mine, squeezing gently and intertwining my clawed hands with his.
I would never have shown this much affection if he was awake, I was terrified to show him how I felt, being vulnerable was the hardest part of loving him.

"Angel please wake up.."

I placed a kiss on his forehead, almost like I was his mother, a form of affection I didn't know I could still possess, a form of love I hadn't felt since I first wound up in hell.
I grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed and a spare blanket thrown across the room, I decided to reside on the floor beside his bed, make sure he was safe, cared for..

I closed my eyes that night hoping he would wake up that morning and forgive me for invading on his personal life, I don't think I could've lived with myself if he wound up getting more hurt than he already did, if he was unsafe that night..