His head felt horrible. Painful and heavy. It felt worse than it did after the car accident – Declan wasn’t sure if this was just adding to that brain injury, there wasn’t that long between the two concussions, that couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe the reaction would be stronger this time. Maybe the drugs had been heavier then because his injuries were more severe – there was a concussion and bruising and cuts and broken and bruised bones, he seriously fucked up his wrist then.
Maybe it was psychological. It was all in his head. The car accident was an accident. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, it couldn’t be stopped, no one did anything to him. Now someone did. Roman assaulted him, he was hurt and terrified. His fear and anxiety snowballed and maybe it came out in physical pain. This felt worse, because in his head it was worse.
The injuries weren’t that bad, really. His forehead was scratched, probably from the pavement while Roman was kicking him. Declan couldn’t really remember, he just remembered not being able to breathe because Roman’s boot was digging into his ribs over and over again. Roman was nice enough to leave his face alone, but his torso was black and blue everywhere. The head wound took a few stitches, but it came out clean and almost unnoticeable once they got him patched up.
Of course, Declan understood very little of everything they were explaining to him – he was medicated, exhausted and everything was blurry. People moved way too fast and their talk was all muddled. He didn’t understand anything but that he wanted his husband there. Nolan’s face would be the clearest thing in the room to him – and it really was, to the point that it took him a minute to realize he was in uniform.
“I pulled you out of work. I’m sorry”, Declan mumbled, burying his terribly sore head into his husband’s shoulder. He hadn’t really thought that Nolan couldn’t, or wouldn’t come. It wasn’t an option. Declan wanted his husband.
“No, it’s fine,” he said after a moment, pulling him closer before pulling back to look at him. “I’m just glad you’re not dead.” It was unfiltered and maybe he needed to be straightforward. Everything was so fucked up and his husband was hurt because of that psychopath. Nolan bit his tongue and he pressed a kiss against the other’s forehead.
“I’m gonna kill him. I’m actually going to rip out his throat--- with my teeth.” His adrenaline was still pumping and if it wasn’t for the current state of Declan, he would be out of there, hunting down Roman. Nolan needed some semblance of sanity and that only happened when he was around Declan. He huffed, shaking his head disdainfully before glancing over to the door, then back.
“What’s the verdict? Are you okay to come home or are they keeping you here to run some more tests? ‘Cause I can drive us home right now if you want me to. I’ll take the rest of the day off work and I can keep an eye on you myself.”