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Posted on April 24, 2024 by henry tudor
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I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

It hadn't taken Henry long to drift off to sleep. How long had it been since he had slept good? Weeks? Months it seemed. He hadn't slept well since before their dreaded downfall. So many nights he simply sat awake in bed looking out in the vast nothing. He tried counting sheep, he tried medication, he tried drinking himself to unconsciousness. Nothing worked. And yet, tonight when he settled alongside Sterling, he fell asleep quickly. His sleep tonight was the best he'd ever had.

He felt the bed shift beside him, that familiar feeling of Sterling getting out of bed. But something pulled him from his sleep, his eyes drifting open to watch the figure of his ex fleeing the room and heading towards the bathroom. Henry remained beneath the covers until he heard that familiar sound of vomit splashing against the toilet water. He sighed as he slowly began to rouse his body and sit up.

Within moments, he was following the sound towards the bathroom. He wasn't prepared to see the black in the toilet bowl. He sighed softly as he reached into the linen closet and pulled out a couple of wash rags. Flipping the faucet on, he drenched them both in cold water for a few seconds before flipping off the water and ringing out the rags. He folded one into thirds along the long edge, placing the rag on his forehead and holding it steady in place. Kneeling before him, he used the other to clean the man's lips and chin. Once the black was washed from his skin, he tossed the soiled rag in the sink before he sat down next to his ex. "Do you want some ginger ale?" Ginger ale usually helped him when he felt sick to his stomach. However pure his intentions were, Henry had a feeling nothing would make Sterling feel better. Something told him that the witches tonic was designed to make him suffer while slowly healing him from the inside out.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousand times again


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