swords men

made a decision

Taking in a deep breathe, tharn slowly opened his eyes to dart them up and down to see types back to look about to see the two were on there sides, tharn was up close to his body to have his arm wrapped about to then take in another very deep breathe to move his arm away to place his hand to his forehead to look over the ceiling, to grit his teeth to slowly move up, he looked to the side to see the time which was 7, to eye down to see type breathing in deep to then start to slowly get up from the bed.
Type then slowly opened his eyes to dart them has he felt the warmth left him to eye forward to be happy he didn't feel but a dull roar of pain in his arm.
Type then peered his eyes down to see tharn grab his things to get dressed, for type to keep his eyes to him to take in deep breathes.
He then peered his eyes to look across the room.
Tharn then placed on his shirt to place his sword to his hip to then turn to start to leave to then stop to turn his head to look over types body.
"So...... I've decided something."
Tharn then turned fully to continue to eye.
"Hmm?"
"I....... Want to keep...... Taking away the pain..... But we can't...... Here."
Tharn nodded.
"I'll figure it out......mm..... How is your arm?"
Type made a face to peer his eyes down.
"You care?"
"Type....."
Type signed.
"It's better."
"Good."
Tharn then turned to start to just towards the window to open to sit to then turn his head to look over type once more.
"Tharn?"
"Hmm?"
Type then turned to eye over him.
"Leave my father alone."
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"Are you........ Protecting him?"
Type signed.
"No. Protecting you."
Tharns lips parted to dart his eyes to then turn his head to hang it to look down to start to take in deep breathes.
Type then watched him leave without another word to turn to lay down to look across the way to the wall.
This guy is so weird.
Type then turned to go to his back to place his hand to his forehead to look to the ceiling.
Can't believe I said we can keep doing this, just an amount of time before we get caught.
Type signed to then wince, he turned his head to look to his arm to make a face.
I hate my father so much....... For taking me to that room and slicing up my arm. Even if I was the one who pranked him or not this is not the way to punish me.
Type gritted his teeth to close his eyes.
I hate him so much!! Can't believe tharn thought I was protecting him.
Type then moved up to Wince has he went up to quick and his arm started to hurt him, for type to place his left hand to his shoulder to rub to start to take in deep breathes.
Cant believe I told tharn I was protecting him. What is wrong with me? Blurting the truth out like that.
Type rolled his eyes to hang his head to dart them about.
Type then signed to place his hand to his blanket to move it off to slowly get up to then step slowly to the bathroom to then take a very long and relaxing shower, after he got dressed he went to the in home doctor to be evaluated, type got his blood taken to wait there for the results for the doctor to be sitting down in front of him to re bandage the arm to sign has he looked over it.
Type had his head turned to have a face.
The doctor then moved back to go to a cabinet to grab out a pill bottle to go to stand in front of type to hold it out for him to turn his head to eye over it.
"What's......"
"Pain medication, those wounds are deep."
Type stood to look over him.
"I'm fine."
The doctor rolled his eyes to then grab types hand to place the bottle in.
"Just because your father has an addiction to pain meds does not mean you will."
Type looked over the bottle to chew at his inner cheek the doctor eyed over him.
"You need to take the medication. I'll let you know the results."
Type nodded to then turn to leave to place the bottle to his pocket to sign here and there.
He then went back to his room to lay down on his back to feel his arm throb to have an expressionless face has he eyed the ceiling, because he had this to his arm he couldn't do really any thing, he had to wait, type just didn't know what to do at all.
Type darted his eyes over the ceiling to continue to feel his arm to turn his head to make a face.
"Only 9am...... Nothing to do...... What can I do?"
Type slowly turned to lay to his left side to continue to feel the pain to grit his teeth.
For every prank the asshole had to slice into my arm....... So ridiculous......
Type placed his hand over his eyes to take in deep breathes has he was trying to relax himself however that wasn't happening, he then moved his hand down to eye to the wall.
Should I...... Text tharn? Ugh, why do I want to do that? Nothing he can do any ways. Or do I want to.......ugh!!!!! What is wrong with me! Puberty shouldn't be like this...... Should it?
Type rolled his eyes to then start to slowly blink to yawn.
Guess I can try to go to sleep, was up all night with tharn, can also help the time pass quicker.
Type then closed his eyes for his breathing to be about to lull him to sleep to await tharn.