Page 370 of Sticks and Stones
“When you get out of the water, we’ll put something on that, so it doesn’t get infected,” he said. “We don’t want it needing antibiotics. An infection won’t be fun.”
Oh, well, he had news for him.
“There’s another one.”
Hearing that, Will looked up. He was trying his best to not lose it, and it was so damn hard.
He.
Was.
Pissed.
“Where?”
Corbin had tears on his cheeks.
“On the back of my sac,” he stated.
With gentle fingers, Will checked, and tried to stay composed. As he moved his balls, Corbin cringed in pain and whimpered.
Jesus Christ.
He hated those men.
“Okay, we have to get cream on that too. Maybe some gauze. It’s raw and rubbing from being swollen.”
Corbin nodded.
Will got up, and held out his hand, helping Corbin into the water. When he slowly sat down, he moaned.
“Too hot?”
He shook his head.
“No, it’s perfect. It feels good.”
That was all he needed to hear. Kissing him on the forehead, he had him relax.
“I’m going to go look for a first aid kit. Can you handle being alone for a few minutes?” he asked. “I’m sure the Feds have to have one here.”
Corbin nodded and shared.
“It’s in the closet when you walk in. It’s on the shelf,” he offered.
Thank God they had one or he was going to have to go get some supplies. He figured the men didn’t dress the wounds because they didn’t want Corbin uncomfortable with a stranger touching his body after this.
Even though it was his family.
They let him have his dignity, unlike the rapist animals who did this to him.
“Do you need anything?” he asked. “Some water? A drink?” he asked. “Maybe a cup of tea?”
Corbin felt better in the water, but he would like something.
“Can I have some coffee? I have a caffeine withdrawal headache,” he admitted “Or a concussion. I’m not sure which,” he admitted.
Will smiled, faking it.
