This might be really upsetting for some people, just a heads up xxx
{Colby's POV}
I managed to squeeze myself back into the room without anyone noticing I'd even left in the first place. Sam jumped as opened the door. "It's just me, you're alright," I smiled, shutting the door behind me gently. I walked over to him, and knelt down in front of him. He was shaking, tears still falling down his pale cheeks, his eyes glistening with fear. I reached out and ghosted my fingers over the bruises already forming on his cheekbones. "What hurts most darling?" I asked, opening the first aid kit.
"Mmh. Head," he mumbled, watching me pick up the rag I had wet with warm water. I helped him sit forward so I could access the back of his head where Brennen had hit him with the bat. He winced and let a sob slip past his pink lips as I pressed the rag to the back of his head. I took his shaking hand with my spare one, lacing our fingers together. "You can squeeze when it hurts, alright?" I smiled reassuringly. He nodded and gripped my hand tightly with his bony fingers as I wiped the dry and fresh blood of the back of his blonde head. I moved round to the front of him once I was finished, and he looked up at me. "W-why a-are y-you helping m-me," he stuttered, his head shooting down to the floor, almost like he was ashamed at himself for asking. I gently gripped his bruised chin between my fingers and lifted his head up until we were looking into each other's eyes. "Nobody deserves to get hurt. Especially a pretty little thing like you," I said truthfully, gently bringing the rag back up and wiping the cuts on his face, which were dripping bright red blood. I rubbed cream on all of the wounds, so they wouldn't get infected, whispering soothing things when Sam winced, complaining about the sudden stinging sensation when the substance came in contact with the cuts. Once I was finished, I packed everything back into the first aid kit, and bought out a ice pack. It was one of those cool gel packs, that you just had to pop the little coin inside and they turned cold. (A/N: they are real things but I don't know what they're called lmao). I pressed down on the ice pack until the coin popped and once it was cold enough I looked up at Sam. "Shall we put this on your stomach darling? They kicked it pretty hard," I asked, smiling when he nodded. I moved closer and reached out to roll up his t - shirt, gasping when I saw his stomach. The shades of black and blue that coated the skin showed me how painful it must be for the poor boy. I sighed as I pressed the ice pack to the skin, shushing Sam as he gasped at the coldness mixed with the sharp pain that rocketing through his abdomen as I pressed the ice pack down onto the bruises. "I'm sorry, Sammy," I said, smiling when a little blush crept onto his cheeks at the use of the nickname.
I sat there with him, on the floor, gently holding the ice pack on his stomach as he lent back against the rough wall behind him. After about half an hour of us just sitting there, I moved the ice pack away and rolled his t - shirt down. "Feeling any better?" I asked, shuffling over so I could sit against the wall next to him. "Y-yes t-thank y-you," he stuttered, smiling at me slightly. "J-just a l-little c-cold," he continued. Without a second thought, I peeled my hoodie off, smiling at Sam's cute little blush. "Have my hoodie, I don't need it," I spoke, smiling when he gladly excepted the offer, letting me help him slip it on. I almost screamed when I saw how adorable he looked in it. He snuggled into the hoodie, leaning his head back against the wall and shutting his eyes. "U-um," he stuttered suddenly into the silence. "What's up?" I asked, turning my head to look at him.
"What's your name?" He asked, his beautiful blue eyes scanning my face as I just smiled at him. "My names Colby, cutie," I replied, watching Sam bite his adorable little lip.
"Hey, why don't you get some sleep darling," I suggested, noticing how his little eyes kept slightly closing and then shooting open again.
"B-but w-what i-if t-they c-come?" He whimpered, fiddling with his sweater paws, tears gathering in his eyes.
"They won't, alright. Not till morning, I promise. Even if they did, I would protect you," I spoke honestly, placing my hand on Sam's knees and rubbing soothing circles on the fabric of his jeans. The soothing touch visibly calmed Sam, as he allowed himself to close his eyes and relax. When I thought he was asleep, I took my hand of his knee and closed my own eyes, but Sam's soft voice took me by surprise, causing me to open them again. "C-colby," he whispered. I turned my head to face him, almost feeling the fear radiating of him.
"I- I'm s-scared," he admitted, fiddling with his fingers, curling into himself slightly. I sighed, guilt swirling through me. Why did I let them take him? I said I'd protect him, but here he was, scared out his mind. I put my arm around his shaking shoulders, pulling him into me so his head was resting on my shoulder.
"Get some sleep Sam, I'll be right here if anything happens," I promised, rubbing his shoulder soothingly, loving how his tensed up body relaxed in my arms. I waited until I heard his breathing even out, and shut my own eyes, letting sleep consume me.
