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Kyle's wolf moved internally in him to get as close to Tucker as it could. The room was filled with the heaviness of their emotions, including stress and sadness. Kyle's wolf could sense Kyle fighting for control of his body but was too weak to do anything. The most important thing he needed right now was rest, but neither him nor his wolf wanted to do so. They wanted to comfort their mate and show that they were going to be ok. Kyle tried to bring himself to open his eyes or do something, but every muscle in his body ached and he was so low on energy. |
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Tucker could feel it—the pull of Kyle's wolf, desperate and instinctive, trying to get closer despite the weakness wrapping around both of them like a suffocating fog. Kyle was struggling, and Tucker knew it. The low hum of their shared bond thrummed through him, thick with emotion—Kyle's pain, his fear, his exhaustion. And the wolf's presence, too, so deeply connected to Kyle but so fractured at the moment, a reflection of his own inner turmoil. Tucker’s heart ached as he watched Kyle fight to open his eyes, to push past the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. The tension in the room was unbearable—both of them hurting in their own ways, both of them needing the other but unable to fully give what they both craved. “Just rest,” Tucker murmured, though the words felt like they weren’t enough. He could feel the deep, primal urge in Kyle's wolf to be near him, to reassure him, and it made the weight in his chest grow heavier. It wasn’t about physical comfort right now; it was about the bond, the trust that was fragile but still there, still solid beneath all the chaos. “I'm here,” Tucker whispered again, his voice low and steady, trying to offer whatever comfort he could. Even if Kyle couldn’t open his eyes or speak, Tucker would be the anchor, the one who would hold on through the storm. |
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Tucker's words cut into Kyle's mind as he tried to comfort him. These words seemed to calm his wolf some but the two still wished to comfort Tucker back. To show him that they were going to be ok, that they would survive this just like Tucker had a while back. Even though this was worse than what had happened to Tucker, the alpha and his wolf were strong and knew that they could push through this. But for now they did as the omega told them, they calmed their internal fighting and began to rest once more. (I'm going to time skip a little bit if you don't mind)[The next morning]
As the morning sun shone through one of the windows in the room Kyle gently opened his eyes. He groaned quietly as he blinked a couple times until his vision focused. He then looked beside him and saw Tucker asleep in the chair, his head resting on his arms which were crossed on the bed. A soft smile came to the alpha's lips as he saw this and he gently moved his hand to run through Tucker's soft, curly hair. |
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Tucker’s breath was steady, the warmth of his presence somehow grounding even in sleep. The soft weight of Kyle’s fingers in his hair pulled him from the edge of a dream, and he blinked awake, not yet fully aware of where he was. The moment his eyes settled on Kyle, a calm settled over him that he didn’t realize he'd been needing. It wasn’t lost on him how much strength Kyle had, even after everything. The alpha, always so in control, still managed to show tenderness in ways Tucker hadn’t expected. And here Kyle was, reaching out for him despite his own battle. Tucker straightened in the chair slowly, stretching the kinks out of his back. His throat felt tight, like the emotions of the last few days were still lurking, just beneath the surface. But as Kyle’s eyes met his, Tucker managed a small, tired smile. "You’re awake," he said, his voice a little rough from sleep. It was quiet—barely a whisper—but in it was something unspoken. A reassurance. He reached up, brushing his thumb across Kyle’s knuckles where they rested on the bed, the silent bond of two wolves trying to find their footing in a world that had been anything but kind. "How do you feel?" Tucker asked, his voice softer now, almost as if the simple act of asking was a way to remind himself they were still here, still fighting. |
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The smile on Kyle's lips remained there as Tucker awoke and spoke. "A bit tired," Kyle says in a calm tone as he let out a short yawn, "also sore, but other than that I feel fine." His gaze then went to Tucker and looked him up and down. After a moment of silence he asked, "How do you feel? Have you eaten anything? How much did you sleep last night?" His voice was still a little calm, but it was obvious he was concerned about his mate's health. He could sense the stress coming off of him all of yesterday but wasn't sure how much it had affected him. Kyle knew he should be more concerned about his own health, but he was still worried about that of his mate. |
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Tucker blinked as he woke up, the grogginess still clinging to him. Kyle's steady gaze met his, and for a moment, all he could do was study the way Kyle seemed both at ease and yet still focused on him—like a calm before a storm. His mouth felt dry, and the faint ache in his limbs reminded him of everything he'd pushed through yesterday. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the fog that still hung over his thoughts. When Kyle asked about how he was feeling, Tucker felt his chest tighten slightly, but he shrugged it off. "I’m good," he said, the words coming out a little rougher than he intended, but he tried to offer a half-smile, hoping it didn’t sound as hollow as it felt. "Just a little beat up, I guess. Been a hell of a couple days." He couldn't help but chuckle, though it was weak. As Kyle continued to watch him, that familiar intensity in his eyes—the kind Tucker knew meant he wasn’t going to let anything slide—he sighed, his shoulders dropping. "I haven’t eaten," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "And, yeah... didn’t sleep much last night." He leaned back slightly, feeling the weight of his exhaustion settling deeper now that he wasn’t trying to push through it. "But I'll be fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get some food soon. Just... been a lot to take in." He paused, and his gaze flicked to the side for a moment before meeting Kyle's again, trying to put his mind at ease. The last thing he wanted was for Kyle to focus on him like this. He had enough of his own shit to deal with. But, of course, Kyle always found a way to look past all of that. |
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Kyle's gaze hardened as he listened to Tucker talk, upset at him for not thinking of his own health anotop of Kyle's. He calmed quickly though as he remembered that he did that same stupid thing when Tucker was injured. He let out a sigh as his little bit of anger washed away and he focused his gaze back on Tucker.
"Well since you haven't eaten either maybe we should have something be brought in," Kyle says before softly chuckling as he hears his stomach growl quietly. Kyle's wolf was happy to be awake inside of him, but still disappointed that he couldn't come out. They knew that the alpha probably shouldn't shift until after a few more days of rest as to not pull out the stitches. |
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Tucker raised an eyebrow, catching the sound of Kyle’s stomach growling. He couldn't help but smirk, though his expression softened almost immediately. "Yeah, I guess we're both running on fumes here," he muttered, glancing at Kyle's wound. He shifted in his chair, his gaze flickering to Kyle's wolf, the restless energy simmering just below the surface. It was clear the wolf was itching to shift, to do something. Tucker understood that well—he could feel his own wolf pressing up against his skin, wanting to break free of its human cage. "But yeah, food sounds good. Maybe it'll keep your wolf from getting too... impatient." He gave Kyle a lopsided grin, though there was a touch of concern still behind his eyes. "You just gotta let your body do its thing—rest, eat, and don't overdo it. I know it's hard, but trust me on this." |
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Kyle smiled some as he saw Tucker smirk before noticing his gaze go to his wound. After a few moments of them being quiet he nodded some at Tucker's comment. "Yeah, hopefully some food tames him a little bit," he says before pausing as Tucker spoke again. "I know.. It's just not being able to do anything is so hard," Kyle explains, "I'm so used to running around and doing stuff that being stuck in bed is so difficult." He could read the concern in Tucker's eyes and that was still being shown in his body movement. He gently reached his hand out and held Tucker's, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Them touching hands seemed to calm his wolf a bit more and Kyle seemed to be more comfortable. |
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Tucker’s gaze lingered on Kyle’s wound for a moment, the sharp reminder of the danger still fresh in his mind. He knew how frustrating it had to be for Kyle to be stuck in bed, unable to move around the way he normally did. Tucker could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the way his usual energy was dampened. It was hard for Kyle to sit still, and Tucker got that. When Kyle reached out and took his hand, there was a quiet sort of relief in Tucker’s chest. His fingers twitched slightly as Kyle’s thumb rubbed over his hand, a soft comfort that eased the knot of worry in Tucker’s stomach. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone in this, that they were in it together. “You’re not the only one who hates seeing you like this,” Tucker said softly, squeezing his hand back. “But hey, one thing at a time. First, we get you back on your feet. Then, you can run around all you want.” He couldn’t help but smirk a little, trying to lighten the mood, but inside, he was still worrying. Kyle was strong, but even the strongest people needed someone to lean on sometimes. Tucker wasn’t going anywhere. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
