[The smell of his husband's blood sticks in the back of Peter's throat as he runs. He can tell the scarf he used is being soaked through still.
Peter spends the run gently shushing Casey, rubbing his hand across the boy's back. Murmuring quiet promises and reassurances. It's all he can even do.
The whole situation is fucked. So severely fucked.
The quiet broken fairly immediately. As soon as they enter the infirmary, they are swarmed by the medical staff. Questions are peppered at Peter, who answers to the best of his ability, just trying to give as much useful information as he can.
Peter is relieved and stressed in equal measure. He tucks Casey protectively against himself as he reluctantly sets his husband down on a table. Control is taken out of his hands entirely as he backs off, just gently keeping Casey close.
Mikey's arrival is a relief. April and Donnie aren't far behind.]
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Peter spends the run gently shushing Casey, rubbing his hand across the boy's back. Murmuring quiet promises and reassurances. It's all he can even do.
The whole situation is fucked. So severely fucked.
The quiet broken fairly immediately. As soon as they enter the infirmary, they are swarmed by the medical staff. Questions are peppered at Peter, who answers to the best of his ability, just trying to give as much useful information as he can.
Peter is relieved and stressed in equal measure. He tucks Casey protectively against himself as he reluctantly sets his husband down on a table. Control is taken out of his hands entirely as he backs off, just gently keeping Casey close.
Mikey's arrival is a relief. April and Donnie aren't far behind.]