Prompt: Unwelcome Guest, from the Forbidden Forest
Tags: war, injury, mentions of death(no MCD), hurt/comfort
Kingsley wakes up in a too-bright room and groans at the pain in his shoulder and head. He looks around to see Peter by his bedside. Good, he thinks, Peter’s here, this place is safe.
Kingsley reaches out and takes Peter’s hand, “What happened?” His voice comes out weak and rough.
Peter squeezes his hand gently and offers a sad smile, “We had some unexpected company. They ambushed us on our way to the front lines. You were shot in the shoulder and obtained a concussion when you hit the ground.”
“How many are left?” Kingsley asks, not sure if he wants the answer.
Peter looks down, a hint of shame in his expression. “Three,” he mutters softly, “including you.”
Kingsley’s heart sinks, “Baby,” he whispers, “look at me.” Peter shakes his head and a tear falls down his cheek. “Please.”
“I’m sorry,” Peter whispers.
Kingsley looks at him, bewildered. He takes Peter’s face in his hands and encourages him to meet his eye, “Baby, you couldn’t have prevented this. You’re a medic, I’m a lieutenant, if anyone’s to blame, it’s me.”
Peter shakes his head, “Exactly, I’m a medic. I should have saved them.”
“Baby, I have no memory of what happened, but from what you’ve told me, you were busy saving me. Don’t tell me you could have saved all of them if you didn’t save me, I don’t want that on my conscious and I wouldn’t believe you anyways.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that. I know it’s irrational, just, still somehow feels like it’s my fault.”
Kingsley reaches for his hand once more and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss the back of his hand. “I know. And for what it’s worth, I forgive you, if you need to hear it. There’s nothing to forgive, but even if there was, I’d forgive you.”
Peter nods and leans down to kiss his forehead gently.
