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Ollie was too worn out to wake up so he never heard the apology. He did wake up a few minutes later though when he heard Jeff moving around the room getting together the things needed to patch him up.

It was a good thing Jeff had enough medical training to fix most of the damage he inflicted, because the last thing either of them needed was to have to explain to Cord or Eli why OIlie was so cut up in the first place and that would only expose what was going on to Ollie’s parents and he couldn’t handle even the thought of that happening.

He didn’t really bother to cover himself up often, but he was pulling a clean pair of scrubs when Ollie finally stirred. It was quicker than taking a shower before stitching him up even if Jeff did still need to wash his arms and hands. 

“I gotta get you patched up… You’re still bleeding,” he mumbled, trying to bury his emotions so Ollie wouldn’t catch on to them. 

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Ollie was a light sleeper anyway even before he and Jeff had started seeing each other, so he stirred when Jeff touched his hair, though he didn’t wake up completely just yet, just moved his head a little before settling again.

With the cut in his side still being enough of an open wound to need attention, it was still bleeding, leaving a small pool of it beneath his body, though not as bad as when it was freshly opened up. Depending on just how much total loss he’d gone through though, he’d probably feel somewhat tired and run down for a few days while he recovered.

Jeff was gentle as he moved to press a soft kiss to Ollie’s cheek before slipping out of the bed. He had enough medical supplies around to be able to numb the area and stitch him up properly, but it was better off being done in the bathroom simply because it was easier to sanitize.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, hoping Ollie was still asleep enough to not hear just upset he was feeling over it all. 

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Sleeping with his hands cuffed above his head wasn’t exactly comfortable for him, but Ollie had gotten used to it when Jeff had forgotten to bother before. Any other time, he’d have gotten up and disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower, especially when things were really bad, but being left in cuffs meant he had no choice but to just sleep and hope that when he woke up, Jeff would be himself again.

As it was this time around, Jeff hadn’t used him as a punching bag, so the bruises were mostly limited to bites ringed with clear teeth indentations and marks that vaguely resembled handprints where he’d been grabbed a little overly possessively, and his cuts had been added to when Jeff decided more blood was needed, and that still caked most of Ollie’s torso, thighs and neck, and matted his hair.

His hands were shaking again as he checked over the injuries, but this was more horror at what he had done than anything else. The cut on his side was going to need a few stitches, but the rest of the wounds just needed cleaned and bandaged properly. It was a relief.

Hesitantly, he ran a hand over Ollie’s hair, not wanting to wake him just yet but also needing to get him cleaned up at the very least.

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Once Ollie had given up any sense of resistance and gotten into a submissive headspace, the fear disappeared, all his focus on the physical sensations and letting his brain translate any pain into something good, his body responding to Jeff automatically and willingly with fevered enthusiasm.

The time passed in a weird hazy blur for Jeff and he could never be sure if it had been 10 minutes or two hours, but it was always a startling feeling to come back into himself. He could smell blood and his stomach tightened as he turned to look at Ollie. It wasn’t…it was bad, but it wasn’t as bad. He had done worse, not that that made it better.

Slowly, he leaned over the other and undid the cuffs, hoping like hell they hadn’t been left on for too long. He was quiet, eyes blue and full of self hatred once more. He was just glad to see the rise and fall of Ollie’s chest to prove he was breathing.