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Wels had been sitting zoned out on the floor when he heard the doorbell ring, he usually would have just ignored it and let whoever was at his door believe he wasn't home but this time something compelled him to open the door. Wels picking himself up off the cold tile without a second thought and trudged over to the front door to see who was there, the face he opened the door to was not a welcome sight.
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Hels hadn't seen Wels in weeks, he knew that Wels would be in bad shape when he went to check up on him but he was still horrified when he saw how Wels looked. Wels wasn't wearing his usual armour and had instead donned a grey jacket and black tracksuit pants, his hair was a mess and he sported dark bags under his eyes, but what worried Hels the most was the blood, Wels' sleeves were covered in blood- some of it was a dark, crusty brown but a lot of it was a fresh crimson, Hels could've sworn he even saw it still soaking through his counterpart's sleeves.
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Wels quickly sobered up a bit at the sight of Hels and realised the state he was in, he tried to close the door to shut Hels out but Hels stuck a foot in the doorway and easily forced his way into Wels' home.
"You're bleeding, we gotta fix that buddy." Hels stepped forward and tried to take Wels' hand but was quickly pushed away.
"No. 'Mfine." Wels once again tried feebly to push Hels back out the door.
"Do we need to do this the hard way Wels?" Hels began to pull out one of the weakness potions he had brought with him in case the interaction went south.
"Go away Hels. I don't want help." Wels turned to run off but before he could get anywhere he was splashed with two potions of weakness and dropped to the floor like a sack of spuds.
Wels tried his best to thrash around and fight his way away from Hels but all he managed was to shake pathetically and groan in pain as he was easily lifted off the floor and slung over Hels' shoulders in a fireman carry.
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As Hels picked Wels up, he was noticeably as light as a feather. Hels trudged along to his own house and once the pair were inside, Wels was carefully laid out on the couch. Hels immediately went to remove Wels' jacket, cringing at the way it clung to the blood on his arms, the way he squirmed and yelped in pain and the way he snivelled and begged Hels not to do this.
After finally getting the jacket off Wels, Hels disappeared for a moment and came back with a bucket of warm water and a rag and wordlessly began to mop away the dried blood that thickly coated Wels' arms. Wels tried desperately to get away from the tender hand that was cleaning him but with the weakness and how dizzy he already was from the blood loss, he barely managed to even pull his arms away, and when he did withdraw them with much effort, they were easily pulled back down and held tighter this time- effectively immobilising him.
Hels drew in a sharp breath as he wiped more of the blood away, the cuts were deep, deeper than they ever had been before, they ran far into Wels' flesh.
"Jesus fucking Christ Wels! These are really deep."
Hels grabbed two potions, one a bright red healing potion and another a dark pink regeneration potion, he grabbed two new rags and soaked them with the regen, placing one sopping pink rag on each of Wels' arms and making sure just about every cut was completely covered. Next Hels brought the healing potion to Wels' lips, who vehemently refused to drink- Hels knew that there was no reasoning when it came to a matter of self-preservation with Wels- so he forced the mans jaw open and let the potion flow in, forcing his head to tilt upward so it wouldn't dribble out, after a minute or two of refusal and feebly attempting to spit out the bitter liquid, Wels eventually gave up and swallowed the potion, defeatedly flopping to the side when the bottle was pulled away from his lips.
The problem with giving Wels healing and regen was that it let him regain a small amount of strength, and unluckily for Hels, he was intent on using every but of that strength to get away from any sort of medical help. Wels tried to sit up but was quickly pushed back down, so he tried another route of peeling the regen-coated rags off his arms and folding his arms behind his back so Hels could no longer access his wounds to treat them.
"Wels, please don't make me tie you down, you know I'm not above it." Hels frowned as he held Wels down and simultaneously tried to pry his arms out from under his body.
"Fuck off" Wels mumbled as he kept struggling against Hels
Hels sighed and pulled out another splash weakness potion, this one instantly knocking Wels out due to how exhausted he already was.
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The next time Wels woke up, he was in a different room, his head was throbbing and the overwhelming pain in his arms had dulled considerably. Wels went to lift his hand to his face and found that he couldn't move- that was worrying. Wels tried to look around the room and figure out where he was, he was laid on a bed in a mostly empty room with his wrists tied down securely by his sides and his ankles tied to each other and the bed. He also noticed that he had been changed out of his clothes and into a T-shirt and shorts with bandages completely covering both of his arms.
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Hels watched as Wels struggled for a moment and then shuffled slightly across the bed so that one of his bound hands could reach into his pocket to search around for something, finding nothing, Wels let out a frustrated growl.
"You took my knife." Wels said it with absolute hatred for the fact he was being stopped from hurting himself.
"Oh my god, thats what you were trying to do!? Of course I took your knife, you nearly bled out!" Hels was horrified that Wels was still so motivated to do such damage to himself.
Wels didn't respond and instead pulled harder on his restraints, he knew it was futile but it gave him something to do. He then moved on to trying to slam his head into something but all he found was a soft pillow and mattress. Wels was getting frustrated with how well Hels had baby-proofed the area and started biting his lips, it didn't bring him much pain but he managed to draw some blood at least.
"Wels, stop that. I can't have you hurting yourself." Hels was already reaching for another weakness potion as he knew Wels would never listen to him.
As Hels expected, Wels completely ignored him and bit harder into his lips and tried to turn away from him, smearing some blood on the bedsheets in the process.
"Wels if you don't stop biting your lips I'm going to have to give you another weakness potion." Hels strode across the room to the bed and looked intently at Wels for an answer to his ultimatum.
Wels shut his eyes tightly and focused on the pain he had managed to inflict on himself.
Hels sighed disappointedly and unleashed to splash potion on his brother, watching as he fell completely limp. Hels used a tissue and some water to wipe Wels' face clean of the blood, he knew there was no way to physically stop Wels from doing that to himself so he would just have to try talking some sense into him when he regained control over his body. Hels knew he had to help Wels but he didn't even know where to start, he was really in over his head.
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