Aftermath
- eternallyboundrpg
- Aug 16, 2020
- 24 min read
Whicked:
As the cab pulled up at the door to my apartment, I threw the fare through the hole in the safety glass that separated the front and back seats and pushed open the cab door, heaving my worn body out of the car, my feet unsteady as I walked myself up to the door. Fishing out the keys from my bag, I let myself into the complex.
My face and head pounded as I staggered toward the elevators. Pushing the call button I gingerly leant my head against the icy cold of the tiles that covered the wall where the elevators were housed. The chill felt good against my swollen, broken, bloody skin. I closed my eyes enjoying the small comfort as I waited for the elevator car to arrive.
I stepped back as I heard the chime that signaled the elevator’s arrival. I pulled myself away from the tiles with a moan and shuffled into the cab, I pushed the button for the 7th floor and allowed the elevator to carry me home, to safety.
Ryodan:
It was probably five years since I had spoken with my friend Declan. He and I had worked on one of the newer buildings in downtown Caldwell together. I had been on the welding crew and he had been on the electrical crew. We hit it off on day one and were pretty inseparable during the job. But, once the job was done, he disappeared to northern New York state for work and we kinda lost touch.
This morning, he had called, out of the blue. He was back in town for a new job and wanted to let me know that the welding crew had an opening. I thanked him for thinking of me, but explained that I managed to get a job at the local manufacturing plant. He laughed and told me he never expected me to be the one to settle down. I grinned at the thought. We had both been pretty happy with transient work. That was before my sire passed and my mahmen kicked me out. Then I learned real quick how beneficial having a stable job was.
While we were on the phone he told me about how his sister had been working at a club recently when the place blew up. Apparently, the King himself had been outside fighting off lessers and there had been an accidental explosion. One of his sister’s coworkers had actually saved the King’s life. It was when he mentioned her name that my ears really perked up. He called her Whicked. There was only one female that I knew with that name, my cousin. There was no way in hell my cousin had saved the King’s life! Shit like this just didn’t happen to people in our family. Either way, I decided it was time to check on my little cousin. If she had been through what Declan was saying, it was time I put on my big boy pants and gave her some facetime.
It had been a long time since anyone in our families had spoken. As young, Wicked and I had spent a lot of time together. When I was around ten or eleven, they suddenly just didn’t come around so much. I didn’t understand it at the time. It happened around the same time that I found out I was born to a human female, and not of my mahmen. I thought that maybe the rest of the family was ashamed of me. So, Whicked and I hadn’t seen each other in a really long time. But, all I could think about was her going through all this trauma. I needed to step up and be the one to step forward. If she was ashamed of me and didn’t want to see me, so be it. At least I would know that I would be there for her, if she needed me.
Whicked:
The elevator came to a halt at my floor with a vicious shudder and I couldn’t help but cry out. My face felt like it was 5 times its normal size and with every movement no matter how slight my arm screamed out its disgust. Not only did every inch of my body hurt but my mental state left a lot to be desired, I tried to black out what had just happened, as if it were a bad Dr.eam. I probably could have convinced myself had I not been in such pain and had the front of my Dr.ess not been coated in my blood.
I inched slowly down the hallway, trying not to jar my arm, I cradled it close to my body. My vision was growing limited as my eye was swollen to the point that it was pretty much swollen. As I shuffled down the hallway, I just prayed that Alanna would be home, she could run me a bath and help me get cleaned up and call Ahxton so she could feed from him and give the healing process a kick start.
Finally after what seemed like forever, I made it to my front door. I bumped up against it with my non broken side and hoped that if Alanna was home she would hear the noise and come to investigate, after a few moments and no response I bumped the door again and called her name as loud as could but my mouth wasn’t working so well, it wouldn’t open wide enough for me to enunciate my words. Steeling myself against the door, I moved my unbroken arm to my side and delved into my purse, fishing around until my fingers circled around my house keys. Dr.awing them out, each movement slow and purposeful, I slid the key into the lock and the door opened into an empty apartment. I shuffled inside pushing the door behind me which didn’t quite close but I didn’t hear or care. I made it to the couch and was about to search my bag for my cell when a wave of nausea caused by the severe pain my body was enduring washed over me, I threw up all over myself and the floor before folding into the couch. I tried to keep myself awake, knowing that with head trauma’s losing consciousness was a no-no but I couldn’t stop myself from going under.
Ryodan:
Even though I tried to pretend I wasn’t, I was nervous as hell. What if she did turn me away? What if she gave me that look that my little sister now reserved for me? That disgusted look that said, “You do know you’re not one of us, right? You’re half-human. You’ve never belonged with us and never will.” The thought of it made my stomach turn and I almost turned back about three times on my way over. But, all I kept thinking of was my little cousin, Whicked, half-pint, as I called her back then, and the hell it must have been through to go through an explosion like that. Then to have to bring the King back to life in the middle of it all. I was sure she had plenty of friends to help her through it. But, I needed to see her, myself. I was her big cousin. I had promised her once, when we were young, that I would always protect her. That was what Dr.ove me forward.
The tips of my fingers were numb as I made my way down the hallway to her apartment. I hadn’t kept close tabs on her, but I had always known where she was living and I thought I knew where she worked. Apparently, I had missed the jump to the latest club.
As I arrived at the door and saw it half-open, concern flooded me. I rapped my knuckle on the door and called out, “Whicked?” No answer. By now my heart was in my gut. This wasn’t the best neighborhood in Caldwell. “Whicked!” Still nothing. Fuck it! I slowly pushed open the door and stepped into the apartment.
That was when I saw her, lifeless, on the couch in her living room. I rushed into the apartment, not caring if anyone else lived there or was home. My little cousin was bloodied and from the door, I couldn’t even tell if she was alive. I fell to my knees beside her and with terrified hands, I felt for a pulse. It was there. Thank the Scribe! Putting my hand on her shoulder, I gently nudged her, “Whicked?”
Whicked:
*The black hole that was unconsciousness slowly began to loosen it’s grip on my and I could hear my name being called, my body being shaken gently enough but it still caused a jolt of pain to ravage my body each time I was shook. As I began to waken I murmured a groan, my mouth trying to make out the words but with my face swollen to the size of a basketball it was hard to make my mouth cooperate* “Sssschtop ittttt…...Hurtssss….!”
My one working eye opened slightly and I blinked a few times before my vision cleared and I came face to face with a Male that I didn’t recognise but somehow knew all at the same time. I sat up straight, suddenly terrified that Marcus had sent someone after me after all he knew where I lived. As I sat up I couldn’t help but throw up a little again, the pain was worse than before and I knew that something was wrong with my face, it wasn’t just a swollen cheek, maybe a broken cheekbone? I shuffled back into the sofa staring at the stranger who was pretty much pinning me into place on the sofa, his eyes were full of concern which made me re-think the whole Marcus thing. “Who….?” I tried to get out the remainder of the sentence but my body didn’t want to cooperate. I needed pain meds and a bath, maybe a very very strong Dr.ink or something? I inched forward on the sofa, intending to get up and get to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and find something that would take care of the pain.
Ryodan:
As she sat up I could see the welt around her eye and nose, her cheekbone was definitely broken, and so was her arm, and her shoulder was possibly dislocated. It was hard to tell by the way she was holding it. However, the thing that absolutely decimated me was the all blood down the front of her ripped Dr.ess. I had seen this once before with a buddy’s female, after she had been violated by her boss. I tried to hold back the growl that was building up in my gut, but I couldn’t. How could anyone do what was obviously done to my little cousin?
I was so disturbed by what I was seeing that I didn’t realize the horror in her eyes as she took in my form. Of course! She had no idea who I was. She hadn’t seen me since we were young. I instantly sat back on my heels and pulled my hands away, throwing them up into the air, as if in submission. “Whicked… half-pint,” I added in hopes of proving my identity, “it’s me… Ryodan, your cousin.” God, I hoped my fears weren’t true. If they were, I would be the absolute last male she would want to see, right now.
Whicked:
Hearing my old nickname coming from the lips of the stranger in front of me brought tears to my eyes. Tears of joy at seeing the boy who used to be my best friend, transitioned into the Male before me and tears of shame at the pity I could see in his eyes. He knew what had happened to me. I glanced away from him looking down at my Dress, absently noting the rips and blood. With my working arm I covered my chest area with my arm and murmured an “Oh Ry...”. I moved to push Ryodan out of the way, I needed to get myself cleaned up and get some pain meds asap.
I shuffled forward, my arm still clutched across my chest. My damaged arm hung limply at my side and when I tried to get up, the pain grew unbearable, I let out a moan of agony as I pushed myself up into a standing position. Dizziness washed over me and I swayed on my feet. I left Ryodan at the couch as I weaved throughout the apartment as if Drunk trying to find something that would help take the pain away.
Ryodan:
The knot in the pit of my stomach unraveled as she spoke my name. Recognition, not disgust coated those words, which put one, tiny piece of my disturbance at ease.
As Whicked weaved, I rushed to her side and attempted to steady her without causing too much pain. But, she cringed away and I wasn’t totally sure it was due to the pain of what she was going through, or the thought of a male touching her. Inwardly, I growled again. I needed to know who did this to her, and as soon as I did, his ass was going to meet the bottom part of my boot.
I moved in front of her and bent down some so she was looking me in the eye, “Whicked, you need to see a doctor. If any of those breaks heal wrong, like that arm looks like it is, they are going to end up needing to be rebroken. Trust me, you don’t want to go through that. Let me take you to Havers, please?”
I could see the trepidation in her eyes and was pretty sure she was going to say, “No.” But, I knew this was the best thing for her. I would have to convince her, one way or the other. Just how? I was pretty sure she would have listened to her family, if they were still living, but they weren’t. There was obviously someone else that lived here. Would they be able to talk her into it? Problem with that was, when would they be home? We could be here for hours, while all her breaks set. Not to mention that she really needed to report this. I wasn’t sure what had happened yet, but there needed to be a record of this. Someone had beaten and violated my little cousin. Be it someone she knew, or a stranger on the street, it needed to be documented. Scribe save the male if it was someone she was involved with! If that were the case, in honor of her family, I may just have to kill the mother fucker.
Whicked:
At Ryodan’s mere mention of Havers, I shook my head which only exacerbated the pain further. I didn’t want people to know what had happened to me, I didn’t want to be violated any further than I had already been. My body started trembling with fear and tears ran from my eyes, biting my lower lip gently, I shook my head more gently this time. “Ry….I can’t….People will know….judge. I just need some pain meds and a little blood and I will heal ok. So can we just not go to Havers…..Please?”
I knew what Ryodan would say, the same thing I would say to Alanna or any other Female. See the Dr., get a rape kit and report it. And I knew it was what I should do but I knew what Marcus would say, that I wanted the sex. That I consented and that anyone Dr.essed like me must have wanted it. Then panic set in, what if he cancelled the loan if I reported it? I wouldn’t be able to buy the club without the loan if he did that. I definitely couldn't report it, the club was all I had wanted for the last few years, ever since I started working in bars and clubs. On top of all this, if I reported it, that meant going to the Brotherhood and this was the last thing I ever would want to bring to them. I couldn’t care less if I ever saw Wrath or his merry band of thugs ever again.
Ryodan:
I understood the why of what she was saying. There was always a sense of guilt on someone that went through what she had. I knew this from when my buddy’s female went through it. She wasn’t right for years, still isn’t quite 100% right. They’ve had issues when it comes to intimacy ever since that day. I hated to think of Whicked in that way. This was my little cousin. Half-pint. I used to call her that not because there was a huge gap in our ages, but because as a young she was very petite and I was big for my age, so she became Half-pint. But, just to think of her going through the turmoil that my buddy’s girl did, destroyed me.
“Whicked, I know it’s the last thing you want to do, but trust me, hon… no one is going to take one look at you and think anything other than, ‘Who the hell did this to her, and how can I hurt him?’” I looked into her eyes with a pleading stare. “You need to be seen by a doctor. You need to have a…” my throat stuck on the word ‘rape.’ It was as if there was an enormous lump of peanut butter jammed up in there. “Well, you need to have some x-rays done, at the very least. Probably have those bones set properly.” I decided we would cross the rape kit when the time came.
Looking around the apartment, my eyes settled on exactly what I was trying to find, a throw on the couch. Grabbing it, I gently wrapped it around my cousin. “Please? My car is right outside. Let me take you to Havers.”
Whicked:
As I looked into Ryodan’s eyes they were full of understanding and pleading, so much so that I simply nodded, giving in to his request to go to Havers. I knew that with him beside me, I would be safe and protected and that he wouldn’t leave my side no matter what. It was the same when we were young, I was like his shadow and he mine. It was rare that you would see me without Ry. We spent summers together and were not only family but best friends too.
I clutched the throw tightly around me with my uninjured arm and pulled myself to a standing position, I teetered in my heels and glanced down at my feet. I wanted these shoes off my feet, if I was going to Havers, I was going in semi comfort. I kicked off the heels and slid my feet into a pair of black fluffy slippers. Did I care if I looked ridiculous in a ripped Dress and fluffy slippers? Did I fuck!
I tried to at least fake a smile for Ryodan, hopefully convey to him that I was doing ok but the truth was I was far from ok, and if I couldn’t convince myself, how could I convince him? “Ok Ry….lets go but promise me if someone even tries to judge me that we will leave, alright?”
Ryodan:
Relief washed over me as she nodded in agreement. This was the absolute next step necessary to get Whicked on the path to healing. Sure, she could heal at home, wash off all the pertinent evidence off in the shower, and probably never fully confront what had happened to her. I had learned a lot from my buddy and his girl through her experience. I had been the one person he had leaned on the most during that time. If Whicked didn’t seek help now, it was highly unlikely she would later.
“I promise, no one is going to even look at you with judgement. But, if they do, we can leave.” I was positive that no one with a medical background would look at Whicked and judge her for anything. Problem was, would Whicked see it, even if it wasn’t there? We would have to cross that bridge when we got to it. Hopefully, we wouldn’t.
It was a quiet ride to Havers, as Whicked spent most of the Dr.ive with her eyes fixated just past the passenger’s side window, but not really focused on anything outside it. I wanted to pull her into a bear hug, hold her hand, something to let her know everything was going to be alright. But, I didn’t want to push any kind of physical intimacy on her. It would have to be on her terms.
Walking her into Havers, I could see the fear in every step she took. So, I stepped in front of her at the desk and told the receptionist that she had been badly beaten and with my eyes impressed upon how important it was that Whicked not wait it out in the waiting room. She did not need prying eyes. The receptionist took one look past me and immediately took us out back to a private room, letting us know that the triage nurse would be in as soon as possible.
Whicked:
I barely paid attention to the Drive to Havers clinic, I tried to keep my mind focussed on things I could control, so I thought about the details of the club that I wanted to put into place as soon as I found the right place of course. I ran through in my head everything that I needed to organise. It kept me calm and stopped my mind wandering back to earlier in the day. I could feel Ryodan’s worried eyes dance over me occasionally. Knowing him so well, I knew that it would be killing Ry to not hug me but I knew he was respecting my boundaries and not pushing his needs onto me.
The next time my brain checked in to the present, I was standing on the other side of a clean reception desk while Ryodan did all the talking. I didn’t know what he said to the receptionist but we barely stood there for a minute before we were whisked straight through to a private room ahead of the people waiting their turn in the waiting room as if I were someone important.
Mere seconds later, a slight man came into the room with a female nurse and introduced himself as Dr. Havers himself. He went to talk to Ryodan while the nurse, a pleasant redhead came directly to me, her tone soothing and calm. She drew the curtains slightly and handed me a hospital gown. With gentle hands she helped me strip out of my bloody dress and underwear and into the gown before assisting me onto the bed. She then began to talk to me about my injuries and how I had obtained them, was I robbed or was it a case of domestic abuse? I shook my head slowly ignoring the now constant pain and I explained in a lowered tone, hoping the Males on the other side of the curtains wouldn’t hear. “I….I was beaten and then, um raped”. The nurse nodded as if I just confirmed what she already suspected. She turned to a medical cart close to the wall and pulled out a small vial of a clear liquid and a syringe. She tore open the packet and slid the needle into the sealed bottle and Dr.ew a few ml of the liquid before turning to me. “This will help ease the pain you are in, do you consent to my giving this to you?” I smiled as if she had just told me I had won the lottery. “Yes, please”. She slid the needle into my arm and depressed the plunger and a warm hazy feeling took over. She disposed of the needle and I settled back against the pillows. She then went behind the curtains, I suspected she would be telling the Doctor what I had confirmed and arranging x-rays etc, but with the meds in my system my ability to care was slowly diminishing.
Ryodan:
While the nurse assisted Whicked on the other side of the curtain, I told Dr.. Havers what I knew. It wasn’t much. It was pretty much what you could see by looking at her. She was obviously beaten and I suspected she had been raped, even though we hadn’t discussed that. I also gave him the heads up that she was mortified about being judged. He assured me that no one here would do that.
As soon as the nurse was done, she pulled the curtain back and allowed Dr.. Havers and me to move towards the bed that Whicked was now getting more comfortable on. Dr.. Havers gently assessed her wounds, with a little prodding here and there, and a little manipulation in other places. He agreed with me that there were breaks in both her cheekbone and her arm. The arm was already starting to set wrong and would need to be broken again, in order for it to heal properly. First, he needed x-rays of everything and he wanted to do a MRI on her head to ensure she had no bruising of, or bleeding in the brain.
This was when the nurse tenderly brought up the rape kit. She explained to Whicked that the hospital would not do anything further with the rape kit, unless Whicked wanted them to. I reached out and took her hand, giving it a small squeeze before dropping it to my side. I wanted her to know that I was here for her. I’m not going anywhere. “You should let her do it, Whicked. If for nothing else, to know that it’s there, if you ever want it. Personally, I think you should move forward with naming this male and letting them process the kit. But, I know that you may not be ready for that, right now. But, let them run through the kit. That way it will always be there if you want it.”
Whicked:
Dr.. Havers prodded and poked at me and although my broken and bruised body complained, it was nothing compared to the agony I was in before coming into the clinic. He murmured discreetly to the nurse who took notes on my various breaks and other injuries. Both were very calm and professional and I had no worries that I was being judged for what had happened to me in any way now that I was here, the panic I had experienced earlier had subsided, that was until Dr.. Havers withdrew and the nurse came in closer to me, meeting my eyes she recommended that I undergo a rape kit, this would gather any evidence that my body held which would help with a conviction should I decide to go down that route.
I glanced over to Ryodan, the earlier panic now returning full force, this would be another violation, one that I knew was needed but I wasn’t sure I could bear to be touched in such intimate places again even by such gentle and caring hands.
As if understanding my reticence, Ryodan reached out grabbing my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, careful not to crush my slender digits or to hold my hand too long and intrude on my personal space. He quietly spoke to me, telling me why I should go through with the kit and I knew what he was saying was right, even if I decided not to go through with charges, the evidence could still be collected and kept in case I changed my mind.
I looked past him and to Dr.. Havers and the nurse and nodded, giving them my permission to proceed. With that, the nurse went to a storage cupboard at the back of the room and pulled out a small brown paper bag and returned to my side. With a glance to Ryodan and then to Dr.. Havers, she suggested that perhaps we could wait outside, to give me some privacy and respect.
Waiting for a moment until the Males left, she then turned back to me and pulled a small wheeled table back and placed the bag on top. She then began to unpack small bags, tweezers, scissors, a comb and a few larger bags. She then reached down to a low cupboard close to the bed, she pulled out an expensive looking camera. As she laid the camera down on a shelf under the main table top, she explained what she would be doing through each step of the examination, retrieval of evidence and the photographs. I simply nodded, feeling numb. Closing my eyes as the nurse removed my gown and began the process, I switched off to what was going on and tried to imagine myself elsewhere.
Ryodan:
What does one do while their little cousin sits on the other side of a thin curtain being subjected to a rape kit? I could hear the shifting of clothing on her body, the click of a camera, and even her nails digging into the rails on the bed as unimaginable things were being done to her. I was hard pressed to not go back in and stop it all, but I knew how important doing this was. It meant that Whicked would have evidence should she decide to prosecute, which I was bound and determined to talk her into doing. I would have to be careful how I did it. The last thing she needed right now was another male imposing his own will onto her. My intentions were only of the purest, but she had to want to do this, name his name. If I were to force her to do this and she wasn’t ready or willing, it would be like raping her all over again. At the same time, this male had to pay, and I knew Whicked wouldn’t want him to do what he did to her to another female. Whicked had always been a strong female, even as a young. I was hoping it wouldn’t take much convincing to talk her into at least naming the fucker.
As I stood waiting, every bone in my body wanted to walk away from what was happening on the other side of that curtain. But, there was no way in hell I was going anywhere while Whicked needed me. I would be within whisper distance of her until she was ready to be on her own again, or had someone else that she trusted with her. Good thing I didn’t have a job to get to, right now. It wouldn’t have mattered, I’d call in sick. Nothing was going to take me away from my little cousin.
Finally, the nurse came back out and gave me a small nod. I turned to the curtain and quietly called, “Whick?”
Whicked:
I curled up as best as I could on the narrow hospital bed, a thin sheet clung to my frame, my head buried into the deep pillows. The pain meds had kicked in fully and I felt like I was surrounded by cotton wool, like I was padded like an expensive china doll ready for transport.
The nurse smiled kindly as she packed up all the small packets containing scraping from under my nails. Swabs from my genitalia and mouth for DNA. My clothes. My favourite dress was ruined and well that just pissed me off.
I blinked sleepily as I heard Ry call my name and peer around the drawn curtain. I was grateful that he was here but also wondering why he was here. I hadn't spoken to him for years and suddenly when I needed him the most, he appears as if like an angel sent from the Scribe. Whatever the reason I am sure he will tell me all about it, but maybe when I am not so high on whatever numbing agent they had me on. "Hey Cousin, they want to send me for some x rays and maybe an MRI because of my head injuries, probably gonna have to have my bones reset too, which is an utter bitch, right?!" I have a tired half smile and wondered how far Ryodan's protective instincts were going to push me into reporting this. I already told the nurse I knew who my attacker was but she didn't push any further than that but I knew that he would. He wouldn't be able to help himself. So I would volunteer at least some of the information to at least keep him happy. "Ry…. I know who did...this. Who attacked me. His name is Marcus. *Tears pooled in my non swollen eye before spilling down my broken features* He is the manager at Caldwell First Bank, a civilian. I needed a loan for my club, I thought I was safe, but he didn't like me telling him no...Ryodan he...he raped me.
Ryodan:
Walking around the corner of the curtain, I cringe as she explains that she needs to have some bones reset. I had a feeling, but it makes me feel better that I got her to agree to come. “Better to have them reset, than to have them heal wrong.”
The nurse poked her head around the corner, but as soon as she heard Whicked talking about what happened, she turned around and left, I assume to give us some time to talk. It wasn't what Whicked said, or how she said it, but the shuddering in her voice as she said it that absolutely decimated me. I was going to kill this mother fucker. Yup. Even if it ended me up in front of the Brotherhood, myself. I was going to put my hands around this asshat’s neck and strangle him over and over again, until he begged me to put him down. I tried as hard as I could to keep my face calm, but I was sure I wasn’t doing a great job at it. I could tell she could see the anger in my eyes. Reaching out, I wiped her tears away with the tip of my thumb. “I appreciate you telling me, Whicked. Tell me all about it, or don’t. It’s totally up to you. But, I think you need to report it. This guy has probably done this before and he’ll definitely do it again, if he can get away with it. If you report it, it stops that cycle.” I took a breath to gauge how she was feeling about it, but I wasn’t sure. I think she might go either way, so I continued. “It will stop him from doing it again, to someone else. I know this would be the hardest thing you would ever have to face. Harder than anything you’ve been through in the past. But, Whicked, I’ve seen someone choose not to, and it has nearly broken her. She knows the guy that violated her has done it since and she still can’t bring herself to come forward. It grates on her every day. She feels guilty for having gone through it and she feels guilty for not reporting it and she feels guilty for the females he’s done it to since.” I suddenly realized I might be dumping a major guilt trip on her, so I tried to do a little backpedaling. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to guilt you into reporting it. I’m really not. I’m just… I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I’m definitely not trying to make you feel any worse than you are, and if I am, I’m sorry. I’m just going to… I’m going to change the subject and walk with you down to get your x-ray and MRI."
Fuck! I felt like a ginormous shithead. All I could hope was that Whicked got what I was trying to say and wouldn’t hold it against me.
Whicked:
I sighed inwardly as I listened to Ryodan. Of course I knew that reporting it would be the right thing to do, I didn’t want Marcus to be able to use his position to give him access to vulnerable women again, but on the other hand I didn’t want to report it as that meant the Brotherhood getting all up in my business and I didn’t think I could handle another confrontation with Wrath at the present time. I nodded slowly indicating that I agreed with what he was saying. “Ry, I love you for being here for me and looking after me but I need to think a little about it first, there is just a lot you don’t know at the moment and it would make the whole mess even more of a shitshow that it already is”. He nodded and stepped back as a nurse, a different one from the one who attended me earlier wheeled over a wheelchair advising that given my injuries and the pain meds I was on, it was safer to wheel me down to x ray rather than me walk. I thought it was slightly strange that the kind nurse had disappeared so abruptly earlier but I just figured there was an emergency she needed to deal with although I wasn’t quite sure how she would know since no one came in and she didn't seem to have a pager or anything that would have alerted her to it.
The new nurse asked if Ryodan wanted to escort me to x ray or wait here and of course being the protective Male he took hold of the handles and told the nurse to lead the way. I gave a half hearted smile as I was wheeled out of my room and down the hallway toward the x ray suite. My mind now whirling through scenario’s involving Wrath, the Brotherhood and Marcus.
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