Stirring from his sleep, feeling his husbands lips against his own, Thomas opened his eyes and hummed happily. He reached for his darling husband before he could leave the bed, but was too slow to catch him. Nevermind it though, he would catch him soon enough. Quickly rolling out of bed and throwing on enough clothing for himself to be presentable, he quickly followed Michael out of their room.<br/><br/>Before Thomas could see his husband he could hear the sickening sound of something soft hitting a wall, and the screech of pain that followed. Flying down the hall, Thomas came to a stop when he saw his husband crumpled on the floor with blood beginning to pool beneath him. Rushing to his side Thomas tightly gripped the gaping wound on his neck.<br/><br/>"Nonononono- No! Michael! What- Who-?" The poor king could do nothing for his love, save for trying to stem the blood flow long enough to get him to the castle's resident healer. Too terrified even to concern himself with the perpetrator of this horrible attack, Thomas scooped Michael into his arms and swiftly carried him down the halls, desperate to save his husband. "Just hold on Michael. Help is coming." He whispered, carrying him the rest of the way before the guards had sealed off the castle and begun to search for the attacker.<br/><br/>The healer sent Thomas from the room to try and save Michael. He wasn't allowed back in until he had done everything in his power to try and save him.