Different Priorities

Damian knew he was bleeding without opening his eyes. His forehead was wet with it, hair sticking uncomfortably to his skin. Iron and mildew flooded his senses with each inhale. A low moan escaped as he started to carefully shift, testing his body. Everything ached. His arms were wrenched back and twisted up between his shoulder blades. Tight cords cut into his wrists, ankles, and knees.“Hush now,” Someone said, “Stay down.” But it wasn’t his family’s kind hands that touched his rising head. A steel-toed boot settled against his neck instead, pressing him back down. “Wouldn’t want to nick you on accident.”“Get your foot off of him.” Grayson’s snarl sent chills down Damian’s spine.Whumptober Day 28