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It wasn’t like Carlos to arrive home late. Especially not after sending his “I’m on my way home, do not start cooking unless you want to sleep on the couch” text.
But he was, by nearly three hours, stumbling in looking exhausted and worse for wear and- “Is that blood?!”
Carlos leaned against the door, mentally debating whether going straight into the shower was the better idea, or if standing around and explaining his extended delay was smarter. One look at his concerned lover gave him his answer.
“It’s not mine, I promise.” But now, just the thought of having blood on his shirt was turning his stomach. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He’d throw it out later. Or burn it. Depended on how dark his thoughts went.
TK crossed the loft, kicking the shift further away. “What happened?” he asked, the hysterical note in his voice held back as he shifted into what Carlos had once dubbed Paramedic-mode, checking him over for any obvious injuries. He tugged Carlos away from the door and towards the shower, hellbent on making sure he was okay.
Carlos collapsed onto the closed toilet while TK got the water started. “Rookie cop and a very drunk idiot who knew how to slip out of handcuffs without sight. He managed to get a jump on the rookie, I had to help with the takedown right after sending you that text.”
“And the blood?”
“The rookie had a bloody nose by the end of everything. I spent the last few hours writing reports. Because my phone was out and also ended up covered in blood, it’s being cleaned for me as a thank you.” Taking the offered hand, he slipped into the shower with his lover, letting TK do all the work. “Not exactly what I wanted to do after an already long day, but that’s the job.”
TK sighed, resting his head on Carlos’ shoulder. “Yeah, it is. Just wish someone was able to let me know. Maybe not you, but anyone else. I was calling hospitals.”
“I am so sorry, TK. With everything including making sure the rookie was okay, I got tunnel vision to get out of there as fast as possible.”
“I know, which is why I wasn’t mad, just worried.”
They let the hot water wash away the last worries of the day.