A bucket filled with freshwater sat untouched outside the door along with a few dry cloths. Louis sighed and picked up the pale. “Someone must have not done their job.” He mumbled to himself as he unlocked the door. He paused and glanced at the log sheet checking who had visited Harry. He ran his finger down the list of name, most of them were him. Carters name appeared three times then he paused. Patricks name was on the list. He took a deep breath trying to calm …show more content…
He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up covering the boy's skinny legs and torso.
Feeling the scratchy blanket against his legs Harry squirmed. He shifted moving his head side to side before opening his eyes. He squinted trying to focus but his vision was cloudy. He parted his lips and widened his eyes as he reached for Louis.
Louis froze. He didn’t know how to react. He paused and looked down at the boy. It was becoming obvious something was wrong. He looked very disheveled and irritated. “Are you ill?” He asked. Like expected Harry ignored him. He rested his head against the soldiers arm and closed his eyes.
Louis sighed and pressed the back of his hand against Harry's forehead. His temperature was fine. Louis didn’t understand. He scanned the boy's body and paused. The red marks on his neck were becoming more noticable. He reached and moved the boy's head to see the other side.
“Who touched you?” He asked. Harry squirmed and dug his unkept nails deeper into Louis’s arm. The soldier cringed but refused to pull away. He did understand the boy. Also in an odd way he liked it. The feeling of the boy curling up against him. Their body heat warming each mother. He felt wanted for the first time in years. It was a lovely