[ALONE]
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
As soon as Chris pulled open the door, he was greeted with a tattered, bloody mess of person that all but collapsed forward into his arms. Reacting mindlessly, he went to brace the man, both his palms meeting a layer of something lukewarm and wet. Crumbling on himself and covered in all shades of crimson, Chris almost didn’t recognize him ―
“ ALBERT! ”
How long had it been, three- five days since he’d been home? He didn’t remember, didn’t even think about it until he was finally on a familiar doorstep. His stature wavered as he knocked on the smooth oak door, staining its wood with tattered knuckles before his arm went limp at his side.
It was hard to breathe, each breath straining more and more energy from the blonde as he attempted to do so, his good knee threatening to give out at any second as he waited- listening to someone approaching the door.
Home
The moment that door opened was the moment Albert’s eyes closed and his body fell forward. He knew where he was, could hear Chris’ breath in a crowded room let alone up close. Albert sighed, letting his consciousness go. For now, he was victorious, he was safe..
he was home.
“ What did you do this time you fucking idiot?! ” Chris gasped all in a single breath, clutching Albert's broken body tightly as he became dead weight in his arms. His instincts took over completely as he eased the blond to the floor, frantically shoving his fingertips against his neck to confirm he was still breathing. In this better angle, the light hit his face and Chris could clearly see the gruesome injuries he'd suffered, his usually fair skin now deathly white and marred by huge, dark red gashes.
“ Jesus Christ- "
He blanked for a second, before gripping the soaked jacket and trying, with all the blood rapidly coating his palms, to get it off of him and see where all the bleeding was coming from. As soon as he did, he wished he hadn't. The cuts on his torso were identical in shape and depth to the ones on his face, with additional deep gouges and what seemed to be bites. Before Chris moved him around any further. he rapidly checked for anything broken; swiping over each limb, his vertebrae, his skull, and his ribs.