Us Monsters (Wip)

•Chapter 5•

Alex sits peacefully on his bunk, flipping through the pages of his weekly library book.

He considers himself godamn lucky to get assigned to library duty. Maybe his father had something to do with it...

Alex spent hours reading these books. The prison had all the classics, and each possessed the comfortable feel of a weel-worn book. Yellowing pages, an aging spine, and a musty smell that seemed to comfort the man.

Suddenly, a raucous drew the mans gaze up from his place on the page.

"Hello?" He called cautiously as the sound of labored footsteps and heavy breathing drew closer.

The man silently climbed down from his bed, ready for whoever was drawing closer to his cell.

However, he could never truely prepare himself for what came next.

His brother came in, half dragging-half carrying John on his shoudler.

Both were covered in blood, and John had heavy lids and sagged like a rag doll.

"Oh my god." Alexander whispered, feeling a surge of adrenaline flow through him before he sprung into action.

He tore his blanket and pillows off his bed, motioning for Lafayette to lay the beaten man on the floor.

"Lex." John mumbled, his voice faint and his eyelids heavy.

There was no response, as his boyfriend was to focused too conjure the words to reply.

The carribean knelt down, his hands quickly took off John's shirt, allowing his eyes to flick all over his bare chest.

His smooth skin and gorgeous freckles were covered up by dark purple bruises, and a patchy layer of dried blood.

Alexander gently brushed his hands across his lover's chest, and after finding no wet blood, looked to his brother.

"What happened?" He asked, his cold expression making Lafayette's heart twang.

"A guard. He was saying shit. And, merde...John spoke up for me. Next thing we knew, the man attacked him, and kicked him over and over." The frenchman said, his gaze switching between the two men.

Alexander sighed, his gaze softening as it fell on his lover.

"Who was it?" Alex asks. Truely, he already knows the answer. But he has to make sure to keep his patient talking.

"Eaker." John replies, the name by now familiar to the trio. The carrieban nods, a grimace on his face.

"Laff." Alex says to his brother, the fenchman's head poping up as he stands in the doorframe.

"Oui?"

"Can you get supplies? I dont know how you'll find it, but I need a wet rag, antibiotics, pain killers, and anything else that you find that might help." Alexander says, his brother instantly comiting to memeory every word that leaves his mouth.

"Oui, ill find it." Lafayette says, not knowing how.

As his brother leaves, the brunette focuses his gaze back to his boyfriend.

"Why did you do that?" He whispers with teary eyes that made the freckled man's heart crack and break.

"I- I'm sorry." He says, at a loss of words.

"You couldve died, or been sent to irfirmary, or someone couldve put you in solitary-"

"I know..." he responds, his voice trailing off.

Alexander felt a lump form in his throat, and began busying him with his work, his hands checking all over john's beaten body.

His cold hands gently pressed on the mans ribs, causing him to clench his teeth in pain. It was just as Alexander suspected. Bruised ribs, but thankfully no broken bones.

"John." Alexander started, feeling a few teardrops fall from his face.  "I cant live without you. Promise me that you'll never do anything like that again. Promise me you wont do anything thatll get you taken away from me."

"I promise, Alexander." John whispered, staring up at his lover with a look that assured him it was an outh he would never break.

"This is what I found." Lafayette says as he reappears in the doorframe, handing a handful of items to his brother.

"Pain killers, paper towel, and a cup of water." The frenchman says as his brother looks over the items.

"How did you get these?" Alexander says in amazement, rattling the bottle filled with miracle pills.

"Dad put money in our comissaries." He replies, adding extra emphasis to 'our' so he's sure that his brother hears.

"...that was nice of him." Alexander mumbles after a moment, the budge in his relationship with their father making lafayette grin a small bit.

"Unless I can help in any way, I think I'll just get in the way." Lafayette says, starting to leave as to give the couple privacy.

"Laff." The brunete adds at the last second, the man turning around at the sound of his name.

"Thank you. For everything." Alex says, earing a nod in response before his brother leaves him alone with his aching lover.

Dipping the paper towel into the cup of water, Alexander slowly daps away at the dried blood. Even though he takes extra care to be careful, his boyfriend still winces whenever he hits a certain area on his ribs.

John tries to be strong despite the pain, mostly so Alexander doesnt worry about him. As sweet as it is, he knows the man has enough stress these days. He doesnt need to be another reason for his stress.

The cold paper traces down John's freckled chest, sending a shiver through the man as he lays on the floor.

But after a few minutes of wiping off dried blood Alexander hears a gruff chuckle emit from the man.

"Whats so funny, mister?" He says, looking down at his boyfriend.

"You look adorable when you get all focused and serious." John replies,  a smile now spreading onto Alexander's face.

"Come here." John says, moving his arm to create a space for the man.

Alexander was hesitant, not wanting to hurt the man.

After a moments pause, he slowly leans down, scooting into his lover's arms.

John winces just a bit, but after a moment his face relaxes.

"I love you, Lex." He whispers, his eyes fluttering closed.

"I love you too, John." The brunette responds in a quiet voice, staring up at the gorgeous man.

He lets the man sleep, he has been through a lot today. For now, Alex is content to simply let the man rest under his watchful eye.
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A/n: guys guess what! (Warning a mini rant is coming up)

I got ap finals in two days, but i cant study bc i got a sinus infection. i feel like james madison's ghost of an immune system just possessed md.

Like i might not even be able to test bc im constantly falling out of consiousness and im so fucking cold and ahhhhhh.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyy.