Blueprints? Brian had gotten stabbed over a bunch of papers? Tristan choked down the rising fury within him. Violence seldom made sense. He brushed a hand gently through Brian’s hair. His lover was absolutely white as a sheet. There were dark smears of blood on his chest and belly. A large bandage covered his right side, and was, disturbingly, already beginning to darken with more blood.
“How bad?” Tristan asked the paramedic taking Brian’s blood pressure.
“He lost some blood. I’m sure there’s going to be an awful lot of stitches involved. I’m not sure if they’ll take him to the OR to clean out the wound or not,” the medic answered.
The ambulance lurched slightly as it pulled away from the curb and Tristan heard a small sound of pain from Brian.
“Hang tight. I’m right here. Tell me wha
