His hand shakily moved closer to Hudson's, his pinky finger slightly overlapping Hudson's own. The palm of Hudson's hand was rough and calloused but the top of it wasn't. It was smooth and honey-colored and sent chills down Eli's spine.
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Eli •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hudson carried an unconscious Eli inside his house. He scanned his living room for a place that seemed to be of easy access and decided to lay him on the couch.
After gently setting him down, Hudson went to the kitchen to receive some water, pain killers, and some chocolate. He set everything down on the coffee table and grabbed a pillow to put under his head.
Eli had blood and vomit on his shirt and Hudson wanted to change his shirt for him but he knew that Eli would hate him if he did, so he went up to his room quickly, skipping a step every time, and grabbed one of his t-shirts.
"He always wears something long sleeved though..." Hudson thought before throwing the t-shirt back in his drawer and getting a long sleeve shirt instead.
Once Hudson was back downstairs and made sure he had everything Eli could possibly need when he woke up, he sat on the floor next to the couch. He observed Eli as he lay there. Sure it was a little creepy but this would be Hudson's only chance to look at Eli without him turning away.
Eli's fluffy black hair fell on his face and covered his eyes. His eyes were closed and peaceful, his long eyelashes kissing his skin. His nose and cheeks were still red from being in the cold for so long but were beginning to fade back to Eli's normal pale olive skin. His lips were parted slightly and cracked, both from the cold and from the punches to his face. A fair amount of dark blood had dried on the side of his mouth and jaw. His hands were frail looking and Hudson couldn't resist the urge to grasp one of his hands in his.
It wasn't like in books where their hands 'fit perfectly together' or anything. Hudson's hands were bigger than Eli's and overall healthier. Eli's hands had tendons that were clearly visible as well as purplish veins that traced beneath the skin of his hand. Nothing about this was like a book. Their hands weren't soft and silky and perfect. No, Hudson's own hands were calloused from sports and his nails were chipped. Eli's hands were scraped from the pavement and his nails were dirty and chewed. But that didn't stop Hudson from enjoying the rawness of holding someone's hand.
A few minutes later Eli stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. He let out a pained groan as he tried to sit up. Hudson quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to push him back down. "Don't get up, you need rest."
Eli's eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
Hudson's eyes shifted to the side and back again. "Ummm, well you're at my house. And you called me."
Everything came back to Eli. He remembered the fighting at his house and then Josh and then calling Eli for help.
"Thanks or whatever. But I don't need your help. I'm fine." Eli snapped. He tried to get up again but to no avail. He ached all over and sitting up made him want to hurl.
