Title: Be Not Afeared
Word Count 100 (drabble)
Be Not Afeard
He could not move his arm.
It was. It hurt. He could not free it, it was numb. It was. Was chained, chafed, forgotten, rotten, filthy, shameful, ragged. The hard beneath his cheek. Alone.
No. A dream. It was stiff with wrapping. It hurt because. Horatio. A bandage only.
The step behind him in the dark, known, wanted. Yes.
Horatio's long body slid against his, careful of the arm.
“You asleep, Archie?”
And he shook his head, briefly. Could not speak, just now.
“All done with watch.” Horatio said. A kiss, then.
“Go back to sleep, Archie.”