Alex could stand here, with Michael in his arms, forever. He's never felt so at peace in anyone's presence like this before. His hands fell to Guerin's hips, then slid around his waist to hold him close. They shared a connection Alex couldn't explain, but it was there and familiar, like it's been there his whole life waiting to meet Guerin, his other half.
"No hospital. Got it. How about a drug store or something? I can help clean and wrap it before it gets infected." He pleaded.