With everything going on, customers had been slow to file in and Cayden was glad for it. He wasn’t exactly in the best mood tonight (imagine that), and so manned the bar himself, ignoring most meaningless chatter until he could thankfully lock the door behind the last customer and commence with the cleaning. There wasn’t a lot to do, so he could get out of here sooner rather than later which was just as fine.
Lugging a trashbag out the back door to toss into the dumpster, Cayden froze when the metallic smell of blood struck him hard. The bag dropped, his senses flaring with desire to rip and maim and greedily guzzle said blood until he somewhere in his brain, recognition overran his instincts. “Nik.” He breathed, the unfamiliar feel of worry stirring in his chest as he moved around to the front of the building and locked his eyes on his friend. Nik was clearly wounded, unsteady, and Cayden rushed to him, putting an arm around him to support him. “What the fuck happened to you?”
It wasn’t really a question he needed to ask given the night it had been and the fact Nik was a werewolf that would be a slave to that very moon. What was important was attending that wound, and Cayden certainly had the skills to do it. All questions would have to be on hold for the time being.
Nik’s car was there, poorly parked which meant he’d been foolishly driving like this and Cayden made note to hit him when he was in better condition. He walked his friend back, opening the passenger side to ease him into the seat and lean it back. “Stay here, don’t move.” The order was stern, Cayden taking advantage of his superior speed to run back into the bar, grab a few towels and lock the back door. He’d get into trouble for the lack of cleaning and closing up, but the stupid job mattered nothing to him. What did, was waiting in the car, potentially suffering from a life-threatening injury.
Cayden returned and pressed the towel against what appeared to be an arrow wound, angrily envisioning a hundred different ways to kill whoever had done it. “Hang tight.” He said softly, closing the door and walking around to climb into the driver’s seat. He’d get him to his apartment and take care of him there.
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