Trust me to save you

Theo held the ice pack to his purple and blue arm, eyes searching Blaise’s face. Blaise didn’t let him ponder for too long.

“Don’t think for a second he was right.”

Theo opened his mouth. Closed it.

“It was not your fault.”

Theo shook his head. Blaise shifted on the bed, wanting to be face to face. Theo tried turning away just as Blaise caught his chin with a gentle grip.

“You don’t get to run away from me,” Blaise murmured, tracing circles barely grazing his lips, “Ever.”

“I hate him. I just want him dead.” Theo’s voice cracked and Blaise struggled to hide his anger.

“He will get what's coming for him.”

Blaise wiped away the first of many tears.

“Trust me to save you.”