Brian was woken at four A.M. to small whimpers as Tristan was getting out of bed.
“Tris?” he called.
A grunting groan met his ears and he could faintly see his lover stumbling in the direction of the bathroom. The light flicked on and the usual sounds followed, then a soft thud, accompanied by a sharp sound of pain. Brian bolted out of the bed.
Tristan was in a huddled heap on the bathroom floor, arm cradled tight to his chest, rocking back and forth, not quite silent tears streaming down his face. Brian sat beside Tristan and gently wrapped his arms around his friend.
“Shh,” he murmured gently. “It’ll be okay. Just breathe.”
After a while, Tristan regained enough control to speak. “f**k. How can it hurt this bad and nothing be broken?”
“You probably did some ligament and muscle dama
