Page 33 of Stitches

I will weave every cut piece of hair back together and choke you with it.

“You’re just throwing in the entire toolbox, huh? Fuck the wrench in the plans. Let’s just strangle us over a haircut.” I let out a soft laugh.

“You’re so fucking weird.” Sin shook his head and got to his feet, groaning again.

I cut off the voice in my head and got to my feet. Quickly, I steadied Sin as he made to tip over.

“I’m a little—”

“Dizzy,” I supplied. “I’m aware.”

“Of course you are,” he said sourly. “Do you also know I need to take a piss?”

“Common knowledge would suggest that after being in bed overnight hooked up to an IV that yes, you have to take a piss,” I said.

“You going to hold my dick for me too?” he asked as I led him to the bathroom, my hand around his elbow to keep him steady.

“Not really my thing, but I guess I could if you beg nicely.”

We reached the bathroom, and I stepped inside with him.

“Are you going to fucking watch?”

I shrugged. “Hadn’t planned on it, but I also can’t leave your unsteady ass in here to fall.”

“I’m not going to fall.”

“Why? You going to sit to piss like a girl?”

He shot me a look of pure irritation that only made me grin at him.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. How the fuck did the watchers put up with your moody ass for all those years is beyond me. Church must have the patience of a saint. I’d never have expected that of him.”

Sin said nothing, opting to simply pull his cock out and piss into the toilet before shuffling with me still on his arm to the sink where he washed his hands.

I led him back out to the bed and helped him to sit.

“By the way, this shit is over.” I gestured to the bandages on his bare chest and ugly bruising. “There are far better ways to punish yourself.”

“Yeah? How?” A frown took up residence on his lips.

“Just followus. We know the way,” I said, offering him a dark smile that made him shiver. “We know all the ways to punish a soul.”

“And you’ve decided to just now tell me?”

I shrugged and dropped his shoes at his feet. “What’s life without whimsy?”

* * *

Three daysafter Sin was released from the facility, I was wrestling him in his bed while trying to not get cut with the knife he was wielding.

“Fucking drop it. Drop it!” I shouted, attempting to pin his arms.

“No. Stop. Get the fuck off me!”

He made a move to kick me, but I stopped that attack. Unfortunately, it ended in the knife swiping down and catching me across my arm.

I let out a snarl at the instant burn and bubble of blood.

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