Curt and his partner ran as fast as they could out of the building, hurrying towards Curt's parked car. Owen yelped in surprise as he tripped on a rock and fell. Curt turned around to see why Owen yelled and his eyes widened when he saw Owen clutching his leg, his face red. They didn't have a lot of time, so he ran over to his friend and kneeled down next to him.

"What happened?" Owen glanced up at him, still holding onto his leg. "I tripped on a fucking rock," he replied, attempting to stand back up. He fell down again, a small whimper escaping his mouth.

Curt's eyes darted back towards the warehouse they just escaped from before looking back down at Owen. "Do you think you can walk?" Owen shook his head as he stared at his leg. It felt like it was sprained. Curt sighed before he bent down and pulled Owen into his arms so he could carry his boyfriend.

Owen gave him a surprised look as Curt carried him over to his car, which was hidden in the woods behind the tall building. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy, love?" he asked nervously. He heard Curt chuckle.

"I carried much heavier things, Owen," he replied, running faster. Owen clutched onto his arm as Curt carried him. His leg was aching, and his expression showed it. Curt gave him a concerned look before sighing in relief. They had made it to his car. He heard someone shouting behind them and he turned to see a man running out of the warehouse towards them.

Curt pulled out his gun with one hand, still holding Owen with the other arm. He shot him twice in the chest, before helping Owen into the passenger seat of the car. Curt ran around to the other side of the car and jumped in. The two of them let out sighs of relief as they drove away.

Owen gave him a confused look. "Curt, where are we going?" Curt smiled at him and reached over to hold Owen's hand. "I got us a hotel room for tonight," he explained. Owen nodded before his face scrunched up in pain and he grabbed his leg.

"I've never had a sprained leg hurt this badly before." Owen laughed awkwardly as he clutched his leg. Curt frowned and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. They arrived at the hotel a few minutes later and Curt wrapped his arm around Owen's waist to help him inside.

They got their keys to the room and headed for the elevator. Thankfully they were on the second floor so it wasn't a long ride up. Curt tried not to let his face show how worried he was about his boyfriend. He knew that it was probably nothing too serious and that he would be fine, but he couldn't help but worry nevertheless.

Curt helped him inside and closed the door behind them. There was only one bed in their hotel room but that wasn't going to be a problem because the two of them always sleep curled up next to each other whenever they spent the night somewhere.

Owen felt instantly a bit better when he sat down on the bed, and Curt sat down next to him, admiring how pretty his lover was. He leaned forward and pecked him loving on the cheek before bending down and kissing his leg lightly. That made Owen giggle and Curt couldn't hold back a smile at his laugh.

"God, I love you," Owen told him, meeting Curt's bright eyes. Curt simply smirked before leaning forward and kissing him again.