Enduring the pain

Malcolm had carried in Chris and sat him down on a bed, waiting for someone to come and see if they could fix his broken ankle. He waited patiently for someone to come help.

Grimhilde went over and looked at the two of them. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked, taking a seat on the opposite side of where Malcolm was sitting. "Or better yet, tell me what happened."

Chris Smiled and winced at the pain. I was playing basketball with my "Friend" and I fell. I heard a crack and I don't know if it's a big crack or not. I just hope I get better fast, he said.

Grimhilde clicked her tongue before she hovered her hands over the fractured ankle. Her palms started to glow a slight yellow while his ankle began to heal.

Malcolm watched the Norse demigod to her thing. It was quite interesting to see this take place in front of him. The son of Hephaestus looked over at Chris, smiling a bit before staring down at the patient bed.

Grimhilde finished up. "I would suggest you stay off your ankle for while."

Chris smiled, thanked her and asked Malcolm to walk him to his cabin. Can you walk me to my cabin? he asked sweetly. He goes crazy but what else can he do. Fighting the urge to kiss him as a thank you, he just smiles and hugs him.Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.

Malcolm nodded his head. "Yes, I'll walk you to your cabin." He sighed and hugged him back. "And you're my friend. Of course I would help you when you're in need." Malcolm stated before letting go and standing up from his seat. "Are you ready to go back now?"

Sure, he said as they headed back to his cabin.When he walked in he saw one of his siblings sitting on there bed just listening to their music. Hey, he said. how's it going, he asked, friendly while trying not to fall on his backside.

Malcolm paused, looking around the cabin. His eyes fell on one of his friend's bunk which made him smile slightly. He didn't want to interrupt Chris talking to one of his half-siblings. He bit the inside of his cheek and went to sit in a chair until Chris tells him otherwise.

Malcolm nodded his head and sat down next to Chris. He's never been in a situation like this with someone he liked as well as with someone who liked him back. He cleared his throat, thinking about the different ways he could start a conversation with the son of Ares. "So, how is your ankle doing? Does it feel better?"

Chris nodded. Yes. It feels a lot better. Not completely better but almost there anyway so that's good. I think I can walk though but I will be walking slowly, he said. He blushed not realizing what he might have just done. Was he talking to much. He couldn't tell. He didn't want things to get awkward so he shut up. Am I talking to much? he asks.

Malcolm smirked, shaking his head. "No, no. Even if you were all I would do is just listen to you speak. Im a good listener." He shrugged his shoulders a bit before looking down at the floor. Was that blood? Anyways, the son of Hephaestus tapped his own leg. "Nice cabin."

Chris looked at him shocked. Thanks and are you OK?. you weren't bleeding earlier. You must've scraped it against the barbed wire on the cabin. Now that they are alone he lifts him into the chair next to him and has him rest his leg on the bed so he can look at his knee.

Malcolm blushed deeply when Chris lifted him and say him in the chair with his leg propped up on the bed. "Uh, I'm fine, Chris. I don't think I scrapped it or anything." The son of Hephaestus looked over at him. "You're pretty strong to be able to lift a giant like me."

Chris blushed at the comment. Thanks and you were bleeding so I thought I'd check out your knee. It doesn't look too bad, besides I can lift 400 pounds.

Malcolm nodded his head. "Oh, okay. I see. Well I think I'm fine, Chris. Thanks for you concern though." He smiled kindly before moving his leg off the bed and on to the floor. "Hey, um...I was wondering if you would like to-- if you could- maybe go...eat...with me."

Chris was stunned. Was Malcolm asking him out? He knew that if he was he would gladly accept no matter what anybody else thought. He saw not one person in the cabin so he kissed him knowing that nobody else saw. Sure, I'd love to, he said in a very giddy mood. He was happy Malcolm asked him and he smiled so wide that his face almost hurt in the process. Can you help me walk to the mess hall? He asked sweetly.

Malcolm flinched when he tried to kiss him, but decided just to do it back. "S-sure I can help you, but I don't really like eating in the Mess hall when it's packed. Too many people and not enough room." The son of Hephaestus frowned a bit, staring down at his lap.

Chris Smiled. He new this meant something good for him. We could go somewhere else to eat. I had one of my brothers pack some food for me earlier. I think it is over there in the basket by his bed. Can you go get it for me? He asks. He was very happy. This was the happiest hes ever been in his whole life.

Malcolm nodded his head and got up to go get the basket that was packed for him. "You must have some friendly brothers then." He mumbled before taking the basket of food with his large hands and walking it back over to Chris where he placed it on his bed. "Here you are, Christopher."

He knew that was only half true to him. Sort of. I have three nice brothers so far an one knows about us and he offered his help because he's gay and I can talk to him better than most of my other siblings, he says. He smiles and looks at him shyly.

"Oh, okay." Malcolm smiled at him before sitting down on his bed. "I have a brother and sister than I'm really close too as well. Sawyer and Adan. I'm not sure if you know them or not."

Chris Smiled. I know Sawyer but not Aden. I met Sawyer on the Sparing feild just the other day. he said. He was happy to meet someone who got him so well. He was very nice and I am glad I have some people that get me easily, he said.

Malcolm smirked. "Sawyer is a "she" not a "he", bab-- I-I mean, Chris." Smooth Malcolm, real smooth. "So, uh. W-what do you have in the basket?" The son of Hephaestus asked, hoping to change the subject and away from his mistake of calling him "babe".

Chris smiled and blushed when he almost got called babe. Just some alfredo pasta in a dish with a little bit of chicken and some sparkling grape juice, He said blushing. I hope it's not too much. Where do you want to go to eat? He was now blushing very bad. he didn't mean to but he was beat red. Not a good thing and also not a bad thing.