"Of course it hurts. Oh, Jack--I should have come sooner."

Teleporting his lover safely back to the house, Balthazar gently laid Jack out on their bed, stroking a few stray hairs from his face. Planting a soft kiss to his lover's forehead, he stepped back to assess the damage. It was a deep and nasty wound made by a blade, yet the angel could treat it. He knew there was no point in making himself feel guilty that his lover had been injured. This was part of Jack's world and Balthazar knew he couldn't be everywhere at the same time. Some bastard was always out there to cause harm to someone else and that man had to be Jack.

"Lie down on the bed, love. I'll treat your wounds."