A Friend? A Lover?

Chapter 8: Wounds mental and physical.



Everything was going fine in the Halliwell household since they gained their new house guest three weeks ago. Wyatt and Chris were inseparable, Chris still slept in Wyatt’s bed but as much as he physically wanted Wyatt, he wasn’t yet emotionally ready.



Piper made Chris enrol into highschool, despite the constant arguments that it caused from the boy in question. Piper found herself loving Chris like a son, so much so that she could hardly remember a time when Chris wasn’t in their life. While she sat and watched her son sit at the table Piper smiled, Wyatt was practically beaming, he was in love, and his love was due to be home at any time.



‘Detention sucks’ Wyatt internally spoke to himself as he tapped his fingers on the kitchen table waiting for Chris to get home from school.



What he didn’t expect was to see Chris the way he was when he returned home.





It was now Five O’clock and now everyone in the Halliwell family, minus Chris, was sitting around the living room waiting for the elusive Chris to show up.



“He’s two hours late! Where the hell is he?!” Wyatt yelled in the middle of his pacing. He was worried sick.



Piper wasn’t fairing much better, she was tapping her foot in a sign of nervousness, and everyone was so tense that they jumped a mile when the front door slammed open. Wyatt was moving within a second, he ran around the room towards the front door and what he found there made his blood run cold. Chris was standing just inside of the doorway holding onto the wall to steady himself. But that wasn’t the worst of it.



There on Chris’s previously white shirt, was a growing puddle of red.



“Chris!” Wyatt yelled as he rushed forwards to catch him when he lost his struggle to remain upright. Wyatt cradled him in his arms and gently lowered him to the ground. He ignored all of the gasps of shock from behind him and focused all of his healing powers onto the wound.





Wyatt vaguely became aware that both his father and his aunt Paige moved to help assist in the healing, but remained oblivious to the fact that Phoebe ushered the children into the kitchen out of the way. Piper stood frozen, horrified at the sight before her.



“It’s not working. DAMMIT! Why isn’t it working?” Wyatt yelled to no-one in particular as the golden glow proved to be ineffective.



Chris watched on through half laden eyes, he noticed how Wyatt’s hands were shaking in effort. He slowly raised his own shaking hand and shakily wrapped it around Wyatt’s. “It’s OK.” He muttered shakily to the distraught face above him. Wyatt snapped.





“OK! OK! How is this OK Chris, you are lying bleeding in the middle of the floor and I can’t heal you!” He yelled as he caught Chris’s hands in a vice like grip.



“Hey...”Chris muttered soothingly “...It’s gonna take more than...than this to keep me down, Wy.” Wyatt opened his mouth to reply but Piper beat him to it. Snapping out of her shock she screamed at Leo “HEAL HIM!”



Leo glanced over his shoulder to Piper and asked her “Will you please fetch me the first aid kit, a needle and some thread, I will have to do this the normal way, and it won’t heal.”





Despite having reservations about the whole stitching up outside of a hospital thing, Piper immediately ran into the kitchen to find all of the necessary things. Leo then turned to Wyatt, “Get him onto the couch.”



Chris, who still has the ability to hear, tried to stand up but Wyatt ignored him and lifted him into a bridal carry. Chris buried his head into his shoulder to stop from crying out in pain as his wound was jostled. He almost moaned at the loss of contact when Wyatt placed him on the couch.



When Chris was successfully lying down Wyatt moved to the arm of the chair to let his father have a look at the wound. He kneeled on the floor by Chris’s head and ran his hands through the soft brown locks. Chris gazed lovingly into his eyes. Then out of nowhere he screamed!



“Arrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Chris closed his eyes in pain and a lone tear escaped. Wyatt looked shocked from Chris’ face to his father who was now pressing down onto the wound. Hard!



“What are you doing?!” Wyatt shouted at Leo and then tried to pull him off, but Coop and Henry held him back, they knew what Leo had to do.



“I need to stop the bleeding Wyatt.” Leo said not moving his gaze from the wound.



“But you’re hurting him!” Wyatt shouted, still fighting on his restraints.



“It has to be done Wyatt.” Leo muttered sadly, eyes downcast.



It was at that moment Piper came into the room and saw that Chris had passed out due to the pain. She let out a sob, seeing him lying bleeding on the couch broke her heart. He passed Leo all of the things that he required and then tried to lead Wyatt out of the room. “Come on sweetie.”



“No! Mom I can’t leave him here, he’s hurt.” Wyatt looked into his mothers eyes’ begging her to allow him to stay, Piper was wavering under the gaze but Coop knew what had to be done.



“Wyatt. Go with your mother. We won’t let anything happen to him, but if you stay you will just be distracting us and all of our attention needs to be focused upon helping Chris now.” He said firmly, then he began to tug gently at his arm. “Come on son, it’s Ok. It’s Ok.”





It was over an hour later when Leo entered the kitchen looking thoroughly exhausted, blood coating his hands and clothes. Wyatt jumped up and ran to him immediately. Bombarding him with questions.



Leo held up his hand to stop him then he said “Chris will be fine, he just needs to rest.” The whole family sighed in relief (Minus the kids who had been orbed by Paige to Victors). It was Coop who was the next to speak.



“Are you sure ... I mean that was pretty nasty.” Leo just sighed in reply and then sunk into the chair that Piper gave him.



“It was bad. I have no doubt in my mind that if he had been any normal guy that wound would have killed him instantly. The only reason that he is alive is because of his slayer strength.”



“The only reason that he is in this state is because of him being the slayer!” Wyatt let out through ground teeth, seething at the powers that be for forcing this burden onto Chris’s shoulders.



Phoebe looked on sympathetically feeling all of the emotions rolling off her eldest nephew in waves. “Wyatt, why don’t you go and take Chris into your room, make sure that he is warm enough. We will find out what happened to him tomorrow after a decent night’s sleep. Wyatt merely nodded and left the room.





Walking into the living room, Wyatt felt a tear rolling down his cheek. It broke his heart to see Chris’s hurting when he couldn’t do anything about it. He sighed deeply and then moved forward to Chris. It would have been easy to orb then upstairs with minimum contact, but Wyatt needed the reassuring feel of his boyfriend in his arms to prove that he was still breathing.



Placing one hand gently under his knees and the other under his back, Wyatt lifted him slowly and gently. As soon as he was standing up straight, Chris shifted in his sleep, he moved his head and tried to snuggle closer into Wyatt’s warmth. His hands weakly grabbed handfuls of Wyatt’s t-shirt. Wyatt smiled a teary smile and rested his head ontop of the sleeping angels in his arms. He walked slowly towards the stairs, and with great ease he climbed them until they reached their room. Walking in he used his telekinesis to pull the covers back on the blanket and then placed Chris down on the mattress.



Once Chris was settled comfortably Wyatt lay down beside him and wrapped his arms protectively around his waist, mindful of the wound. He pulled the blankets over them both and then finally let the tears come.



Once they started he couldn’t stop. He began sobbing his heart out. Tears of grief and fear of loss poured out of him like a tidal wave. “Please...don’t leave me....I love you so...soo much.” He muttered into Chris’s hair as he kissed the top of his head.



He fell asleep in that position, the tears and emotional trauma of the day exhausting him. His exhaustion made him completely unaware of the eyes watching the pair, malice in his eyes.





A/N so what do you think. I am so sorry I haven’t updated in a while, there is no excuse that is good enough, and all that I can give is the promise that the next chapter will be up within the next week.

Please review! Whoever guesses who the ‘malice’ is will receive a cyber hug and a mention within the next few chapters.