Sal woke up to faint shouting- he wasn't in the hospital, but his leg hurt like hell.
"Cult! The fucking cult, Larry!"
"Oh Jesus, give it a rest!! I don't care if it's run by the cult, he needs a hospital!"
"I bandaged him up well enough. I know the bullet didn't hit or crack bone, Todd said so, and it didn't run through any muscles. The person that shot him just didn't want him to follow them, I presume. A temporary struggle."
Sal stirred for a moment longer before opening his eyes, and looking around the room.
"Larry?" He said, looking at his boyfriend in confusion. Larry noticed Sal's movements and immediately went to the other side of the room where he laid, kneeling beside him.
"Hey, Hey... how're you doing?" Larry asked, gently caressing Sal's cheek.
"Not so good.. my leg really really hurts.." Sal replied. "What happened to the ambulance I called?" The bluenette asked.
"They got here and didn't know where you were- so they just fucking left... bastards.. I got up here after you called me and I couldn't hear anything from the other side. You really scared me.. I walked in and you were slumped against a wall with blood pooling around you. I didn't know it was just your leg..." Larry mumbled.
"Fuck... ow!" Sal suddenly shouted, feeling a shooting pain grow in his leg for a moment before disappearing into a sore feeling.
"Woah, hey... what happened?" Larry asked, squeezing Sal's hand lightly.
"I-I don't know.. it just hurt all of the sudden, but went away just as quick." Sal replied with a sigh. Larry nodded before placing a small kiss on Sal's hand.
"It'll be ok. I promise..." Larry mumbled.
...
Around four weeks later and Sal was pretty much completely healed. His dad was pissed when he got home- not at Sal, but at the police who brought a drug sniffing dog to their resident during the investigation. Sal flipped out, and was taken in because they thought he had something on him; he refused to talk and they put the dog on him, to which he kicked it. In the face- didn't sit well with the police.
Yet once they realized what was wrong, and Henry had explained what happened, they left it at that. Sal didn't talk to anyone for around two days after that interaction. Things like that really take it out of him, and he just kinda shuts down. Larry was worried sick the whole time, and didn't leave Sal's house until the boy slowly left his room to speak.
Now, Sal was just trying to enjoy the moment as him and Larry watched a horror movie. Yet he wasn't sure about anything. Wasn't sure if he was happy, wasn't sure if he was sad. He as still thinking about the dog, even four months after it happened. Everything rushed back to him in those moments and he suddenly felt sick.
Sal immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, emptying that nights dinner into the toilet bowl. He heard the TV shut off and Larry walked into the washroom, kneeling beside Sal and holding his hair back.
"I-I'm Alright... I'm ok now, it just... hit so hard..." sal mumbled, moving to sit against the bathtub.
"What happened?" Larry asked, sitting next to him. Sal leaned against his boyfriend.
"Everything... I-I started to remember everything again... vividly." Sal stated, putting his head in his hands and sighing.
"Hey, it's ok... it's alright... you're strong, you've gotten through this once you can again." Larry stated, rubbing Sal's back gently.
"Thanks, Lar.." Sal whispered lightly, feeling tears well up in his one eye.
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Sapphire Sins (Sallary)
FanfictionNo one noticed the blue haired boy, unless it was to make fun of his prosthetic face. Henry Fisher, the father of the boy, decided that maybe moving to some place new would help lift the boy's spirits. Sal didn't think it would work, he thought tha...
