#pson drabble

[anxiouswhumpyescapism]

I Promise

>> The object hitting him in the temple came out of nowhere, and pain exploded on the right half of his face.<<

Written for the prompt word “explode”. You can also find this on Ao3.

Tags: angst, head injury, hurt/comfort   |  drabble |  word count: 100  |  rated teen

Fandom: Prodigal Son (Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo)   |  gen  

The object hitting him in the temple came out of nowhere, and pain exploded on the right half of his face. With a hiss he couldn't hold back he tumbled sideways and crashed to the ground.

He heard a startled shout but was too busy blinking and trying to right his vision, hand going to his temple and coming away bloody.

"Bright! Bright, you okay?" Gil appeared before him, crouching, hands gripping his shoulders. "I... I-" Fingers cupped his cheek, carefully, making him tilt his head a bit.

"It's gonna be okay, kid." Malcolm huffed, swallowed.

"Yeah."

"I promise."

"Thanks."

[anxiouswhumpyescapism]

Confessions

"Should've told me, Malcolm." "I couldn't, Gil. I had no way of knowing if-...if-", the words wouldn't come.

Written for the prompt word “bark”. You can also find this on Ao3.

Tags: angst with happy ending  |  drabble |  word count: 100  |  no rating

Fandom: Prodigal Son (Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo)   |  gen  

"Should've told me, Malcolm."

"I couldn't, Gil. I had no way of knowing if-...if-", the words wouldn't come and he swallowed, heart racing.

Gil looked at him, face neutral but a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows. Malcolm found it unnerving, He didn't want this, he wanted it all to be over.

"What, kid?"

"Stop, okay?", Malcolm barked, and feeling something pull in his chest. "Please.", he added softly, shoulders slumping.

Gil's was staring at him, his eyes now worried, soft.

"Okay, kid."

He leaned over, his arms going around Malcolm's frame. Suddenly everything felt much more okay than before.