#( myfriendsareenablingmyshit: larabee: 001. )

[vengare]

@myfriendsareenablingmyshit​ sent: 55. anywhere immediately after a really bad fight [Chris Larabee.]
 ► FROM LIMINAL SPACE MEME

He’d have to change his sheets later.

That was all Red mourned, anyway, as he sat back in his chair and looked over his handiwork. The man was wrapped proper, torso shaped by clean bandages, and in the warm glow of lamplight Red finally got a good look at him. Blond hair peppered with dust, dirt caking his cheekbones, strong shoulders, a lean frame...

Taking stock of the man’s hat where it rested at the head of the bed, Red clicked his tongue.

Gunslingers. Every time. Fools, the lot of them.

Frankly, the only reason Red had thought to grab him from his unfortunate place by the side of the road had been because of the trail of blood that followed him. If the man had already been in a fight, then it couldn’t be Red he was seeking.

He’d done all he could with what he had. Now the rest of the battle would be this man’s to fight, and hopefully he wouldn’t break into infection. Red had no idea how long it’d been since he passed out just off the roadside.

By the time morning rolled around, Red was dozing in the chair by the man’s bed, arms crossed and head dipped and ready to rise at any moment’s notice. The bedside table had two cigarettes in its ashtray, long dead, and their ashes rustled with the gentle blow of wind through the open window.