The room wasn’t steamy from the running hot water; if anything, it was damp and cold in the bathroom
Jett placed his hand on the glass of the walk-in shower and hissed.
Ice cold.
He slid the door open, too worried to care if he pissed Harrison off by barging in on his alone time. He stretched his arms into the darkness, cursing when the freezing water hit them and splattered his face. The feeling took his breath away.
Now he was worried that Harrison had slipped and hit his head. How long had he been in here? Jett couldn’t remember how long he had been in bed before he came to check on him.
He stepped inside, ignoring how cold the water was as he fumbled for the tap to switch it to warm. Then he searched blindly, trying to find where Harrison was standing, but he nearly tripped over something heavy lying on the bottom.
A pained groan.
“Holy—” Jett dropped to his knees and tried to pull Harrison into a sitting position, but his hands couldn’t get a grip on his frigid skin. He slid his hands upward until he found his shoulders and then hauled him up, his stomach twisting in knots at the feeling of Harrison’s head flopping lifelessly against his chest.
Jett needed to get his phone and call an ambulance, but he was too scared to leave Harrison. Then he remembered that he needed to keep Harrison’s neck still in case he had an injury from his fall, and that knowledge sent him into an even bigger panic.
“Oh fuck, I killed him.”
But Harrison’s breathing, although shallow, was steady against the skin of his neck. He was still alarmingly cold, but the warm water was slowly thawing the lifeless body in his arms.
Jett tried to feel around Harrison’s head with a gentle hand, but there were no bumps under his long hair. That didn’t mean anything; it was still too dark to see blood or brains splattered on the wall. Harrison could be lying there with an axe impaled in his chest, and he wouldn’t be able to tell.
“I need my phone.”
That was Jett’s singular thought, because if Harrison was seriously hurt, he was wasting time holding onto him.
Harrison groaned again, shifting slightly in his arms. The movement made Jett freeze in place, scared to move in case he accidentally made things worse.
The lights flicked on, and Jett cried out. The sudden brightness burned so badly that it brought tears to his eyes. He blinked through them, and his vision was blurry, but he couldsee. His eyes roamed over Harrison’s large body, looking for bruises, cuts or blood—and found nothing.
His skin was pale and clammy, and his lips had a blue tinge. Other than that, he looked fine.
Jett’s breath caught in his chest when Harrison grimaced and squirmed, but his eyes blinked open, pupils dilating as they met Jett’s gaze.
“J-Jett?”
Harrison
Harrison’s teeth started chattering. His least favourite part of coming out of his…meditation. All of the muscles in his body were straining and sore, but this was something he was used to. The pain in his leg would start next, as soon as his nervous system finished rebooting and got back online.
He opened his eyes again, struggling to keep them that way as he looked at Jett’s horrified expression. After three years of never being caught, Harrison thought he had mastered the timing of how long he stayed in his trances on the shower floor, but he felt like he had overstepped this time.
He hated storms. Storms made him stupid. He usually had better control.
“What happened?” Jett asked him. He sounded so far away, even though Harrison couldn’t be closer to him if he tried.
“M-mm—o-okay,” said Harrison through chattering teeth.
“You’re okay? Are you kidding me?”
Gold. Gold. Gold. Jett was all golden warmth. He looked like an angel watching over him, despite that glint of terror in his eyes. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
Wow, he really did fuck up this time. He was thinking nonsensical shit now.
“Do you need an ambulance?” Jett asked, and Harrison jerkily shook his head.
No fucking ambulance. They would drive him straight to the psych ward and put him on suicide watch. The fact that he knew that spoke volumes, but that truth wasn’t something he was ready to face just yet.
