It was another dreary morning for Jen, with nothing but thick fog and cold drizzly rain to look at through the kitchen window. Bundled up and miserable people passed by on the streets down below, hurried to get to their dry destinations. The lanky boy sat at the table, his elbow propped up holding his head, watching the weather pass as he waited for his coffee to cool down. Jen sighed heavily and sat back in his chair, running a hand through his messy hair, anxiously glancing at the clock every few minutes.

He's stayed out late before... He thought to himself, But he's never stayed out all night... I hope he's all right...

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It had been a long time since something like that had happened to him. He rather loved staying out late, he worked late and then sometimes he'd stay out until three am. He had a hard time, sometimes, fighting off unwanted attention, but he didn't usually have too much trouble with it.

But waking up, torn up and bleeding in the bathroom in the subway... That was something new to him. He wasn't sure about it, but he didn't like it. His head throbbed like mad, his heart hurt, and, most importantly, his rear burned like all Hell. He didn't really know what to do, so he ended up whipping out his phone.

Jen...in subway bathroom. Can you come fetch? Pretty torn up. The text wasn't the best, but it would do and suit his needs. Slowly sitting up among his torn up trench coat, the blond sighed and used those blue eyes to gauge the damage he could see. His skin was still nice and creamy colored, but splashed and spattered with blood, likely his own, and another piece of information he didn't want to think about.

Working as a bartender was hard. Particularly at a place intended for BDSM fetishes and more on the gothic and occult side. He hung some of his photos from the 'accursed' Silent Hill up in his bar, and people seemed to fly into random rages from it sometimes. Well, he'd like to think that was the reason, anyway. And the reason he often had to text his lover in a position like this, because being a poor, defenseless blond that was slightly tipsy on the subway home was never a good thing to do, but he didn't own a car or a license to drive one, and his boyfriend didn't like the bar in the first place. But, it was where he worked and he liked it. Most days, anyway.

Jen thanked the clouded heavens as his cellphone began to buzz and jingle with an incoming text. With a shaking pale hand, he picked up the cell and flipped it open, reading the message quickly.

"Oh no..." His breath was soft and shaky. The panicked boy stood up, rushing to gather himself, putting on coat and shoes with haste.

Down below, on the rainy streets, Jen made his way to the nearby subway station where he knew his lover lay broken. Dark thoughts rushed through his mind, thinking the worst. Did he get into a fight at the bar? Who hurt him? Questions Jen was sure to get answers from. Not only was he scared fro his boyfriend, but also could feel anger beginning to build up. How many times had he told him that working at that bar was just asking for trouble? How many times did he beg him to quit before something bad had happened? Too many times to count.

As the dark haired boy reached the bottom of the subway steps, he made his way to the bathroom with hurried steps, knocking on the locked door rapidly.

"Sona...? Are you in there?" His voice was still shaking, just like the rest of him.

Talk about shaking! Sona's little body was on fire with pain with every step, forcing his legs to wobble and quiver like a newborn deer's. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep, steadying breath before nodding. However, his brain finally realized that Jen couldn't see him, so he spoke.

"Y-yeah, Jen, I'm in here..." He stumbled forward, hitting the door with all of his body. The lock clicked and he stumbled back, smacking his sore back against the wall. He hardly remembered what happened last night, save for one vital piece of information. Whoever had done this had been walking him home. He had taken great interest at the sights of the photographs, and had offered him a body guard of sorts.

Of course, until they got into the bathroom and things took a turn for the worse. The last thing he remembered was a muttered utterance in his ear before he blacked out.

Get them out before it's too late.

Get who out? He had no idea what was going on in that man's head, other than the thought that poor little blond boys seemed like fun to rape. He whimpered and slid down the wall, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of this.

The minute he heard that door click, Jen wasted no time in getting into that bathroom. When he saw his lover broken and bruised...

"Oh my g- Sona, what happened to you!?" His tremors only quickened along with his heartbeat as he dropped to his knees in front of the boy.

He reached out slowly to Sona, "Who did this to you...?"

Fingertips brush against sickly cheeks. He was burning with fever from spending the night on the cold bathroom floor. Jen had to get him to the hospital right away before anything got worse. He began to wrap his arms around Sona's waist for support.

"I...don't really remember much that happened..." Sona replied. "Some guy at the bar... He flew into a rage for some reason, and I think he followed me home. He said something weird before he left, and that's all I remember..."

It was true, past that, nothing really sounded familiar. He didn't even have a dream, and the blond was known for his wild, sporadic, and sometimes even completely random dreams. Without one, it was almost strange to think about him even being himself.

"It...hurts, though." He mumbled, chewing his lip a little and shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Jen..."

His eyelids felt heavy again, like he would rather close them than keep them open, and he slid himself up a little into the other's arms.

With gentle and caring hands, Jen scooped Sona up into his arms, carrying him bridal style. It wasn't easy for him since he was so lanky, but the height helped even things out a bit, so he was able to keep his boy safe in his arms.

"It's okay..." He whispered softly as he made his way back to the stairs, "You're safe now and that's all that matters to me. Lets just get you to a doctor. We... we can talk about it after you've gotten some rest." His dark hair mingled with Sona's light hair as he leaned in, placing a soft and comforting kiss on his cheek.

Once out of the darkness of the subway station, it didn't take long for Jen to remember the cold and icy rain of that morning. Cursing at himself inwardly for not taking anything to shield Sona from the harsh weather, he did his best to cover him up with his own jacket.

It would be an outright lie to say that Jen wasn't angry about the whole situation, because he was. He was furious! But he wasn't about to go and chew out his crazy boyfriend and his wild lifestyles when he was in such a state. It was definitely going to be a good long while before anything like "I told you so" or "Why don't you listen to me" could be said without feeling guilty for yelling at a victim of his own doings. No, right now, all that Jen felt was relief to find Sona alive and not mortally wounded or worse. He would cling to this feeling for as long as humanly possible for Sona's sake.

Jen was just too nice to him to do anything less.

There wasn't a luckier man alive than Sona, right now. He knew his lover was likely upset with him, or just with the situation, but he knew that it wouldn't come first when his own health was at risk.

Hearing the next part, it made him happy. He was glad that just being safe was good. Nodding some, he kissed at the other's lips gently, his own split and crackly from being chapped. Offering the best comforting smile he could, the blond nuzzled under the other's cheek.

Only to cuddle as close as humanly possible in order keep from freezing himself to death. The rain had left a perpetually chilly sheet of droplets in the air, not quite frozen in place but when one fell, another seemed to fill its spot. Oh, how he hated that. His own jacket wasn't doing much to cover him, either.

He was glad he didn't have to face this too soon. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to deal with the questioning so soon. He didn't really know how to tell Jen what had happened, to be honest. He could hardly remember it.