location: the clinic - open starter for @frankxausting
It wasn't the first time Harry was hurt after some bad shit happening on the roads. Most of the time he was trying to joke about it. Most of the time his jokes were lame when he was dealing with the pain and the survivor guilt. Today was no exception. After a painful return to Redwood with the help of David, Harry was finally able to sit down, bloody and tired. So much blood was covering his clothes, not his hopefully but it was still there, sticking to his skin. He wanted to go home, take a shower, and drink but walking was a bad idea, he knew it, he could feel it, something was off with his ankle. "Hi bae." He greeted after he spotted his husband, a small sorry smile on his lips. "Before you say anything, you should see the other guy." He tried, sadly not really believing his own words.