[Dorian had promised he would be there, John had suggested it and it seemed like the best thing he could do at the time. What he failed to realize was that it would be this hard to watch, in spite of John's phenomenal and surprising victory he was still injured, alive, but still injured...and alive was conditional. He didn't think it would be quite so agonizing to watch or that his own reactions would be so visceral, but what had he expected? Not the lancet of emotions that pierced his skin and shook him more than he thought it would or more than he thought it should.
They were sharing a bed, Dorian enjoyed John's company and most things about the man he found charming, they had similar interests and relatable gifts and humor. It was cliche and Dorian would never admit to it out loud, but he didn't realize the scale and scope of his own affection for the man until he had to see him nearly die at the hands and legs of this creature. While Dorian wasn't running like a panic stricken maiden, he certainly moved quickly when the opportunity presented itself, knowing that if he ran he wouldn't be able to keep the panic inside of the box.
As he moved he removed bits and pieces of his armor letting the hard metal and sharp edges fall where they may, he could retrieve them later, but he knew silk and soft leather would be less jarring and painful. Once he reached John, Dorian stooped down knees in the dirt and filth]
Makers breath...I should have paid more attention to healing spells. [Dorian is extremely careful, he doesn't move John much, he just angles him gently so he doesn't choke on his own blood] I need to get you to a medic...are you fit to move with assistance or...perhaps magic...less pressure?
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They were sharing a bed, Dorian enjoyed John's company and most things about the man he found charming, they had similar interests and relatable gifts and humor. It was cliche and Dorian would never admit to it out loud, but he didn't realize the scale and scope of his own affection for the man until he had to see him nearly die at the hands and legs of this creature. While Dorian wasn't running like a panic stricken maiden, he certainly moved quickly when the opportunity presented itself, knowing that if he ran he wouldn't be able to keep the panic inside of the box.
As he moved he removed bits and pieces of his armor letting the hard metal and sharp edges fall where they may, he could retrieve them later, but he knew silk and soft leather would be less jarring and painful. Once he reached John, Dorian stooped down knees in the dirt and filth]
Makers breath...I should have paid more attention to healing spells. [Dorian is extremely careful, he doesn't move John much, he just angles him gently so he doesn't choke on his own blood] I need to get you to a medic...are you fit to move with assistance or...perhaps magic...less pressure?
[This was, clearly, not his area of expertise.]