Part one
“Baby please, open the door.” Simon begged, his voice full of genuine distress.
He didn’t know what he did, he didn’t know why there was a trail of blood that followed you from the bed to the bathroom. He didn’t know why you yelled at him. He didn’t know what he did.
He was terrified.
“Please, just let me see you,” he whimpered from the other side of the door. A soft sniffle answered him, followed by the click of the lock. He shoved the door open immediately only to find you standing in front of the mirror, tears streaking your face.
“What happened?” he asked, scanning you in panic. He saw nothing until you turned. That’s when the gash in your wing came into view.
He froze. He’d done that. He hurt you. Blood seeped down the thin membrane, and the only mercy was that he hadn’t cut clean through. Fruit bat wings were so fragile and he just might of well had mangled you.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. His eyes started to burn.
“Simon…” You squeaked. You needed a minute to calm down. You didn’t expect to wake up to your wing being ripped open by your partner. You knew he didn’t do it on purpose, hell, he was deep in sleep. He was having a nightmare, his claws were retracted, it was bound to happen. You were angry with him at first, but seeing his teary guilt ridden eyes
“Simon it’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You tried to comfort him, but he only shook his head. “It is… it is my fault. Fuck, fuck this was a mistake I should’ve never put you in danger like that. Im so selfish, I wanted to be in your arms and I knew that I was capable of something like this-“ he started to hyperventilate, going on almost a hysterical tangent until you shushed him and pulled his stiff body into a hug.
You knew words wouldn’t help right now, he needed to do something productive. You knew Simon. He would want to fix it, he won’t stop blaming himself until he does.
“It’s okay, here, help me clean and bandage it and then we’ll go to the hospital later. Okay?”