Hurt (Kellic) ON HOLD

Cleanup

sometimes you gotta fall before you fly

(Vic's POV)

"What the fuck are we going to do with him?" Mike whisper yells at me in the kitchen, Kellin sleeping in the living room on the couch.

"I don't know, Mom and Dad are going to be back soon." I mumble, running my hand through my hair. "He can stay for a day or two when they are back if he needs, I can pass that off as him just hanging out, not much longer though."

Mike shoots me a pained smile, every once and a while shooting a glance over to make sure Kellin is still asleep.

"He shouldn't need to stay here for long, unless his bitch of a boyfriend tries to get him." He seethes, getting angrier by the moment.

"Are you okay?"

"No!" He exclaims loudly, then quiets down when he remembers Kellin is still sleeping. "I know this makes you sad but I'm so angry. How could someone just hit him! Especially that fucking bad."

I nod understanding, this was taking a toll on him. I can't help but think what it's done to Kellin.

"I'm going on a walk, and I'll probably stop at Tony's. Call me if you need anything?"

"I will, try to relax, Mikes."

"You too, he's your friend after all." He says before walking out of the kitchen and out of the house.

With nothing to do, I walk into the living room and sit opposite of Kellin. His hair was a mess and there was still blood on his clothes, but he was still so beautiful.

Kellin didn't look relaxed as he slept though. His hands were clenched and his eyes were firmly shut. Every minute or so he'd whimper.

After watching him for a while I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Kellin?" I called in a soft whisper, trying to wake him without touching him.

He jolted upright, covering his face in his hands, and started breathing heavily.

"Kellin." I coo, kneeling in front of him, careful not to get too close. "It's okay, you're safe."

He slowly uncovers his face, sighing, hopefully in relief. He drops his arms completely and smiles sadly.

"Would you like me to run you a bath?" I ask, suddenly thinking that he must feel gross. "You still are in the same clothes."

"Sure," he answers, reaching his hand out for help standing. "Is it upstairs?"

"Yeah." I say helping him up and starting are trek up the stairs.

I get him into the bathroom, and after closing the toilet seat set him on it. I start the water and begin looking for some soap.

"You know yesterday when you asked me if I wanted a hug?" He asks as I'm looking in the sink cupboards for soap.

"Yeah, why?"

"I should have said yes."

I furrow my eyebrows, confused at why he was bringing this up.