Beyond Darkness

Cut and Run

Orion~

It had been quite some time that he hadn't through of Michael. But wasn't this thought also actually define thinking of Him. Orion was called in the office today. Since the news had blown up, it was declared that he had been dead, but then they were still attacked. Orion was feeling better physically but mentally he was absent. Mentally he was in that victorian house, in the bathroom, plastered against Michael with their breaths mingled. His phone buzzed jolting him out of his dreaming. He picked it up. The phone call relayed only the destination and the time.

Orion got up and marked the date that he was supposed to pay a visit to that destination. He shrugged off his shirt and took out the medical kit. Ripping off the band aid against his side, not caring about the sting that the band aid left in its wake. He poured some Isopropyl alcohol on a cotton pad and softly pressed it against his wound. The wound was looking better and it hurt less. Orion didn't pay attention to the rest of the wounds as they were minor injuries. He wrapped his side up again and wore a different shirt. He went to lay on the bed and allowed his brain to wander until sleep came onto him.