That evening, you and Benedict drive home silence. Neither of you make the effort to communicate to the other. Occasionally, Benedict would glance your way or briefly ask if you were warm enough, to which you would nod and his eyes would return to the road.
Walking through the front door, you kick your shoes off and walk into the kitchen before looking that the time was 5am."I'm so sorry darling". Benedict almost whispers. You look over to him and see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You nod and sniffle slightly.
"Me too". You whisper, turning back round and wiping your eyes before opening the fridge. You pull out the milk before shutting the door and walking over to the kettle and putting it on. You look to Benedict, nodding your head towards the kettle to ask if he wanted one. Benedict shakes his head but slowly walks over to you.
As your putting the tea bag into the mug, you feel a pair of arms work their way around your waist and Benedict's forehead against your shoulder."What're we going to do?" You whisper, your bottom lip trembling. Benedict doesn't respond, but holds you tighter before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder and returning to hugging you from behind.
"You need to get out of that" Benedict says softly as he lets go of you. You turn around to face him before looking down at your pyjamas and seeing them covered in blood from behind. You then look at Benedict and see he had your blood over his shirt and pyjama bottoms as well. You shake your head and sigh.
"I can't" you whisper, physically and emotionally not being able to move. Benedict nods before wiping his eyes and kissing your forehead briefly and walking from the kitchen. Leaving you alone, tears spilling down your emotionless face.
Benedict returns moments later, without saying a word to you he takes your hand in his and leads you; upstairs, through the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. You look at Benedict as he slowly strokes your cheek before pulling your pyjama bottoms down. You step out of them once Benedict had pulled them down to your ankles and had looked up to you. You stare ahead as he pulls your underwear down, not wanting to see the mass amount of blood that was in them. Benedict bunches them both in his arms and puts them into the small bin he had put next to him. He then softly holds the bottom of your pyjamas shirt, looking at you. You slowly lift your arms up, not looking at him. Benedict pulls your top over your head and swiftly puts it into the bin.
You feel Benedict take your hands in his as he walks backward, your eyes intertwined with his before he slowly turns round to the bath. He takes your left hand in his and slowly helps you get into the water. You sit in there, not realising how hot the water was until Benedict put his hand in."Shit!" He whispers to himself, shaking his hand before putting some cold water in. You stare at the taps at the end of the bath as you feel water pouring down your back. You turn and see Benedict with a jug in his hand, kneeling next to the bath. He cups his hand on the back of your head before pouring the jug of water over your hair. You close your eyes briefly before you feel him work the shampoo through your hair and rinse it with the jug of water.
Benedict takes the shower gel into his hand and lathers it into his hands before looking at you. You nod for him to continue, he then rubs the gel into your skin slowly and softly, before rinsing it again. You feel your eyes trickle as Benedict strokes your cheek briefly.
He then gets up off the floor and walks to the cupboard and pulls out a towel before walking back over to you and placing the towel on the side of the bath. He slowly helps you out of the bath before wrapping the towel around you and kissing your forehead. After he lets the water out in the bath, he walks you into the bedroom. He pulls open your drawers and pulls out your underwear before walking over to his drawer and pulling out one of his shirts."Thank you" you whisper as Benedict goes to leave the room. He briefly turns around and looks at you before smiling faintly and leaving the room.
Once you had put on what Benedict had left you to wear, you sit on the end of the bed and grasp the shirt in your hands, feeling that it made you closer to Benedict even though he was just downstairs.

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Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)
FanfictionYours and Benedict's journey through; love, hate, fights and friendship brings tears of both joy and sadness as you wonder the possibilities of your life with famous actor Benedict Cumberbatch. This is your story and adventure of your endless and u...