Lenn waited until he was not hearing the guards footsteps anymore before he returned to the storage room.
Zain was now sitting on the floor behind the door as his legs had given out from weakness. He was bleeding so heavily that his face was becoming pale, his lips chafed and white.
Lenn walks further into the storage room, searching the procedure boxes, the stackable plastic containers with lids, for anything he could use to stop Zain's heavy bleeding. He packs everything he finds durable in his arms and puts them into a medical trolley and pushes it towards Zain.
"You did not tell the guards about me, now you are trying to heal me," Zain says gruffly, a small smile stretching across his lips as Lenn leans closer, ripping off his shirt with his fingers. He watches his beautiful face intently, taking in how his brown eyes flicker over his bloodied body, his nose crinkling with a deep frown.
