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Dwight awoke tiredly to find the bed empty next to him.
He panicked for only a moment before he registered the smell of breakfast and coffee coming from the kitchen. So, he stretched, grabbed his crutch, and slowly hobbled his way into the kitchen.
"Morning, love" David smiled as Dwight limped to the dining table. He set his crutch against the wall and sat down. "Pancakes alright?"
"Yeah"
"Good, good" David muttered, finishing off the last pancake and plating it. He walked over and set a plate with two pancakes on the table in front of Dwight. He then walked away again, returning soon after with a cup of orange juice, which he also gave to Dwight. "Alright if I check the bandages?"
Dwight nodded and averted his gaze as David knelt beside him and gingerly rolled up his pant leg. He was glad to see that Dwight hadn't bled through, but he still figured it was best to clean the wound again and change the bandages. The Trapper's bear traps weren't exactly sanitary, after all.
"I'm gonna get some first aid stuff and be right back" David let the other man know, kissing him on the forehead and walking away to the bathroom.
Dwight's leg hurt like a bitch, but the good news was that it hadn't needed to be amputated. He'd probably have issues walking for the rest of his life, but beggars can't be choosers, he supposed.
He ate his pancakes, glad to see that David hadn't slathered them in syrup. He knew that David preferred syrup, but he could never stomach the sticky stuff, so he appreciated that David kept that in mind. He was always so considerate about Dwight's food sensitivities like that.
David returned a moment later with some first aid supplies and a bottle of Tylenol, which he set on the table so that Dwight could medicate at his own pace.
Wordlessly, he knelt down once more and gingerly removed the bandaging.
The sight was pretty rough. There were a few really deep gashes, which had just barely begun to scab over, and the surrounding skin was caked in dried blood.
"I'm gonna clean you up with some alcohol now" David warned, grabbing the first of several alcohol pads he'd use to clean the wound and surrounding skin. Dwight gripped the table tightly and braced himself.
The burning as alcohol hit his open flesh made tears spring to his eyes against his will, and he quickly took off his glasses and set them on the table so they didn't get stained.
Tears began to fall in full force as David painstakingly cleaned up his leg.
David felt awful for hurting his boyfriend like that and made quick work of cleaning him up and applying new bandages. Once that was all done, he rolled the pant leg back down and hugged his sobbing boyfriend.
"You did so well, love" he praised as Dwight sobbed into his shirt from the burning pain still radiating through his leg. "I know it hurts, but you were so good for me"
He wished he could rid Dwight of this pain.