It’s almost midnight when they finally finish the case.
It was a hell of a fight, the bastard was seriously adept at controlling Youchong and other horrible creatures, and the entire SID did not get away without at least a scratch or scrape each.
When finally they managed to apprehend the suspect that had been haunting their steps for several weeks, they were essentially all knocked down in simultaneous relief and injury.
Shen Wei was the only one who remained standing, his cuts and scratches minor. He’s not uncomfortable at all, he’s had worse happen to him. Several of the SID need stitches and Zhao Yunlan is holding his arm, probably in need of relocation.
He walks over to where Zhao Yunlan is sitting on the ground, coming up behind him, and places his hand on Yunlan’s shoulder. Zhao Yunlan doesn’t turn, but Shen Wei can see him smile weakly with his eyes closed. He seems to be dazed and worn out from the fight because he doesn’t make a move to get up or reach for Shen Wei, breath hitching weakly.
“Xiao Wei,” he mumbles.
Sending out as steady a pulse of dark energy as he can, Shen Wei feels a wet cough bubble up, but he forces himself to swallow, to keep putting everything he has in him into Zhao Yunlan’s body. His other hand is holding the back of Yunlan’s neck, thumb slowly stroking as Zhao Yunlan winces and exhales pain-filled breaths.
Slowly but surely, all the cuts are healed and the shoulder is back in its place. It seems as though Zhao Yunlan was unaware of how deep his injuries and his exhaustion were, but now he is re-energized enough to turn around, open his eyes, and steal a kiss.
“Shen Wei, holy shit, you didn’t have to-”
He cuts short as his mouth drops open in horror.
Shen Wei startles. The satisfied smile on his face falls immediately as he registers his beloved’s appalled expression.
“What’s wrong?” he says lightly, barely noticing how he wobbles back and forth, the blood dripping down his face from where he was struck in the head.
“What the fuck, you absolute fucking idiot!” Zhao Yunlan all but screams, immediately coming around to wrap himself around Shen Wei and oh.
Oh.
Suddenly it makes sense. “Zhao Yunlan, I’m fine. It’s just a few scratches,” Shen Wei says with a smile, even as he’s starting to notice the pain radiating from all the lacerations and that huge gaping one across his chest and how his head pounds, how it pounds.
“You bastard, you’ve been torn to shreds and that’s all you can tell me? I swear to the heavens this son of a-” Zhao Yunlan cuts himself off with a sobbing gasp as he tears his jacket off with shaking hands to at least try to staunch that massive wound on his best friend’s chest.
The rest of the SID seems to stir from where they’ve been nursing their wounds and they’re almost equally horrified to see Shen Wei’s condition even with their own scratches.
Shen Wei flushes under their scrutiny and looks away from Zhao Yunlan, swallowing back the remaining blood in his throat. He suddenly feels weak, but he has to help the others, he has to help-
“Would you please stay fucking still for a moment? You’re losing so much blood. Please tell me you left something for yourself,” Zhao Yunlan’s voice is high and desperate and Shen Wei really wants to lie.
“I…” he hesitates, but he knows there’s no way out. “I am… depleted for the time being.”
Zhao Yunlan inhales in that way that Shen Wei knows means he’s trying not to hit something and he swallows again, watching him closely.
“Of fucking course you didn’t,” Zhao Yunlan states, voice shaking. “You actual fucking asshole, my arm was dislocated and I had a few scratches, I would have been fine! You, on the other hand… how could you not fucking heal yourself?!”
“I can handle it, I just need to know you’re well,” Shen Wei says blithely, even as his body is making him alert to even more scratches he didn’t know he had.
Zhao Yunlan’s grip on Shen Wei’s jacket tightens. “You- I’m not well if you’re not! Especially if you’re… like this, how could you ever think that this is okay?”
Shen Wei says nothing.
“Damn you, I fucking love you, Shen Wei! You have to let me care too! Please! I can’t do this without you, my best friend, my partner, my everything!”
Shen Wei feels something, hot, wet, trickling out of his eyes. He belatedly notices that he’s crying and he’s not sure if it’s because of the pain or because of Zhao Yunlan’s honest and desperate words. “Zhao Yunlan, I’m not-”
“Shut up, Shen Wei. I know you’re going to say something stupid about yourself and I honestly cannot handle this right now. You’re going to shut up, and you’re going to let yourself be cared for because honest to all the heavens, if you don’t listen for once in your life, I will never let you come on a case again. Am I clear on that?”
Shen Wei looks up at Zhao Yunlan’s teary face, his wobbling lip and he feels something far worse than the wound in his chest tear him apart. He nods silently.
“Good.”
Three ambulances come eventually. Zhao Yunlan gets Shen Wei on the first.
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Date: 2019-10-08 06:33 am (UTC)It was a hell of a fight, the bastard was seriously adept at controlling Youchong and other horrible creatures, and the entire SID did not get away without at least a scratch or scrape each.
When finally they managed to apprehend the suspect that had been haunting their steps for several weeks, they were essentially all knocked down in simultaneous relief and injury.
Shen Wei was the only one who remained standing, his cuts and scratches minor. He’s not uncomfortable at all, he’s had worse happen to him. Several of the SID need stitches and Zhao Yunlan is holding his arm, probably in need of relocation.
He walks over to where Zhao Yunlan is sitting on the ground, coming up behind him, and places his hand on Yunlan’s shoulder. Zhao Yunlan doesn’t turn, but Shen Wei can see him smile weakly with his eyes closed. He seems to be dazed and worn out from the fight because he doesn’t make a move to get up or reach for Shen Wei, breath hitching weakly.
“Xiao Wei,” he mumbles.
Sending out as steady a pulse of dark energy as he can, Shen Wei feels a wet cough bubble up, but he forces himself to swallow, to keep putting everything he has in him into Zhao Yunlan’s body. His other hand is holding the back of Yunlan’s neck, thumb slowly stroking as Zhao Yunlan winces and exhales pain-filled breaths.
Slowly but surely, all the cuts are healed and the shoulder is back in its place. It seems as though Zhao Yunlan was unaware of how deep his injuries and his exhaustion were, but now he is re-energized enough to turn around, open his eyes, and steal a kiss.
“Shen Wei, holy shit, you didn’t have to-”
He cuts short as his mouth drops open in horror.
Shen Wei startles. The satisfied smile on his face falls immediately as he registers his beloved’s appalled expression.
“What’s wrong?” he says lightly, barely noticing how he wobbles back and forth, the blood dripping down his face from where he was struck in the head.
“What the fuck, you absolute fucking idiot!” Zhao Yunlan all but screams, immediately coming around to wrap himself around Shen Wei and oh.
Oh.
Suddenly it makes sense.
“Zhao Yunlan, I’m fine. It’s just a few scratches,” Shen Wei says with a smile, even as he’s starting to notice the pain radiating from all the lacerations and that huge gaping one across his chest and how his head pounds, how it pounds.
“You bastard, you’ve been torn to shreds and that’s all you can tell me? I swear to the heavens this son of a-” Zhao Yunlan cuts himself off with a sobbing gasp as he tears his jacket off with shaking hands to at least try to staunch that massive wound on his best friend’s chest.
The rest of the SID seems to stir from where they’ve been nursing their wounds and they’re almost equally horrified to see Shen Wei’s condition even with their own scratches.
Shen Wei flushes under their scrutiny and looks away from Zhao Yunlan, swallowing back the remaining blood in his throat. He suddenly feels weak, but he has to help the others, he has to help-
“Would you please stay fucking still for a moment? You’re losing so much blood. Please tell me you left something for yourself,” Zhao Yunlan’s voice is high and desperate and Shen Wei really wants to lie.
“I…” he hesitates, but he knows there’s no way out. “I am… depleted for the time being.”
Zhao Yunlan inhales in that way that Shen Wei knows means he’s trying not to hit something and he swallows again, watching him closely.
“Of fucking course you didn’t,” Zhao Yunlan states, voice shaking. “You actual fucking asshole, my arm was dislocated and I had a few scratches, I would have been fine! You, on the other hand… how could you not fucking heal yourself?!”
“I can handle it, I just need to know you’re well,” Shen Wei says blithely, even as his body is making him alert to even more scratches he didn’t know he had.
Zhao Yunlan’s grip on Shen Wei’s jacket tightens. “You- I’m not well if you’re not! Especially if you’re… like this, how could you ever think that this is okay?”
Shen Wei says nothing.
“Damn you, I fucking love you, Shen Wei! You have to let me care too! Please! I can’t do this without you, my best friend, my partner, my everything!”
Shen Wei feels something, hot, wet, trickling out of his eyes. He belatedly notices that he’s crying and he’s not sure if it’s because of the pain or because of Zhao Yunlan’s honest and desperate words.
“Zhao Yunlan, I’m not-”
“Shut up, Shen Wei. I know you’re going to say something stupid about yourself and I honestly cannot handle this right now. You’re going to shut up, and you’re going to let yourself be cared for because honest to all the heavens, if you don’t listen for once in your life, I will never let you come on a case again. Am I clear on that?”
Shen Wei looks up at Zhao Yunlan’s teary face, his wobbling lip and he feels something far worse than the wound in his chest tear him apart. He nods silently.
“Good.”
Three ambulances come eventually. Zhao Yunlan gets Shen Wei on the first.