"A-Ah." Grayson hissed as his arm sent off a series of pain-driven waves. The continuous throbbing on his arm and torso only made the walking worse, even though his legs only had minor scratches. "W-Where were you, daddy?"
"Hell. Literally." Avery could see the pain the younger male was in -- without a moment's hesitation, he scooped Grayson up bridal-style, now taking much bigger steps. "I, uh.. I got my own cuts and bruises too, baby. I gotta focus on fixing you up, though."













