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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Damian sat in a chair next to Vincent's bed awaiting Belle's response. When she finally did, he felt like his heart leap out of his chest. "You're going to live, it's okay," he told his unconscious companion as he dabbed the sweat from his high fever burning him up. He waited worried in his seat waiting for--what seemed hours upon hours--Belle to show up. When she did, he nearly raced to her, but instead stood back in Vincent's room awaiting her arrival into the room. When she finally did, he struggled not to give her a tight, childish squeeze. Though Vincent's father had been through the pain and suffering many times, Damian wasn't entirely sure the son would survive. Just having a strong will didn't make people survive when their bodies went into shock.

He looked at her to see her own shock in her face speaking how he should have been brought to a hospital. If he could, he would have but there would have been too many questions and it would bring Vincent out into the public, which Damian was trying very hard for him to keep out of. It was bad enough he just barely turned twenty one a few months ago and now he was a vigilante. He was sure the young man didn't want to add anymore stressful things to his list.

"He was jumped on the way back from a premier and when he was, he was hit by a car. He called me and I came to find him unconscious in an alley. He hasn't been awake to get a statement from," he told her when she asked. Quiet once more, he fallowed to her side to see the blood soaking into the bed after bleeding through the towels already. It sickened him to see his arms start paling out from his blood loss and he knew it would only get worse with his injuries. He looked back to her from Vincent's blood loss issue when she asked him to hold Vincent down. He scoffed at the idea as the man was unconscious, but he was far from wrong when Belle started moving his shoulder.

Vincent suddenly woke up wide eyed as if he had been simply sleeping when Belle came in to help him. He looked over at her as she yanked at his shoulder and he screamed arching his back trying to escape from the pain, but Damain had to kneel on the man's already bleeding chest to keep him down in his adrenaline high. He coughed heavily raising blood out of his lungs as he struggled to breath. "Augh..." he moaned quietly when his shoulder finally relocated and he started falling right back asleep. Damian was able to get him to retain consciousness and to see past self defense for him to give him four of the heavy pain killers. Barely he manage to swallow down those pills when she started working on his chest to remove the bullet that was still lodged in it. He snarled and went to grab for her hand to pull it away from him, but Damian was fast to pin the man once more feeling awful when he saw the tears falling down his face as he tried not to scream again.

"More painful?" Vincent muttered when he heard her say something was going to be painful. He looked down at her from where Damian held his head down and his other arm. Immediately, he felt the needle pierce the tender skin and he howled. Never could he remember yelling so loudly and swearing so much in a short amount of time. He whimpered barely having the strength to even scream as he wanted to. He bit his lip hard and struggled through the procedure and when the drugs kicked in, it was obvious. Vincent was unconscious entirely through the second stitching and didn't even flinch. He was exhausted, he had lost a lot of blood, and he was in too much pain to stay asleep initially, but now the drugs soothed him over finally.

Damian collected the bloody towels from Vincent's bed to notice the master himself was wearing about the same amount of blood that was in his system. He couldn't help but to smile a bit as she cleaned off his body before slumping in her chair showing how tired she was. "Miss O'Dear, I think I can manage getting his fever down for now. There is a spare bedroom next door so you can come in and check in on him, but I agree the worse is over. All he has left is his fever," Damian reassured her covering Vincent in a large amount of blankets. At the new heavy weight, he noticed Vincent wincing, but he stayed asleep to slumber on and fight the reminance of his shock and adrenaline. With his own exhausted sigh, Damian sat at the foot of his master's bed planning to watch over him until his fever broke.

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[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Belle breathed in heavily and released a small huff of air, her own adrenaline rush from being woken up in the middle of the night to deal with this emergency quickly wearing off. She clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking, surprised she was even able to stitch him up effectively. She'd never had to deal with something like this, a middle of the night call where she was the only one around to save someone's life. It was a brand new experience for her and honestly it had been a bit terrified that she was going to screw something up. Vincent's screaming and pained looks hadn't made anything easier either, it was hard to focus when you knew you were the one causing even more pain to someone. In those types of situations, she always had to remind herself that she was doing more good than she was harm, despite the patient's protests.

Damian's voice brought her out of her sleepy thought filled state and she looked up at him curiously, taking a moment to process what he said. "Alright, just come get me if you need my help or if he get's any worse." she said quietly, standing up from her chair and glancing at Vincent before she turned to Damian and nodded. Normally, she probably would insists on staying and helping, but she didn't think she would be too much of a help right now. She was worn out and would probably just fall asleep anyways, so there was no use in protesting. At this point, she was just glad Damian offered her a room so she didn't have to drive home and she could still keep an eye on Vince to make sure he was going to be okay. She then headed out of Vince's room and into the room next door.

Once there, she found the bathroom and washed off her hands to remove the last traces of blood from working with Vincent's wounds, splashing off her face as well before drying both off. She looked like a tired mess in her plaid pajama pants and tank top, but there hadn't really been time to change. And regardless, it didn't really matter what she looked like, just how fast she got there. Not caring a bit, she slipped off her boots and climbed into bed, setting her phone beside her on the night stand before she made herself comfortable. She fell asleep quickly after that, her exhaustion weighing on her.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Damian led the tired nurse to her room where she could finally get some sleep. He picked up her phone and turned off any alarms she might have set and also put her phone on silent so nothing would wake her. Once she was taken care of, he returned to Vincent's side to tend to his fever and try to keep it as low as possible. He also had to fight with the need to coddle him when he would wake up throughout the night looking as if he had never slept before in his life. Within two minutes, he was unconscious once more, barely breathing, and shivering badly.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Damian left Vincent's room exhausted himself to wake Belle who he found slumbering under the covers with the afternoon glow casting so perfectly across the bed. He smiled at the innocents of the scene and almost felt guilty for disturbing it, but he knew she would kill him if he left her to sleep forever. "Belle, it is time to wake," Damian told her softly walking to the window and pulling them open to spread the bit of light into the room to let in the full intensity of the sunlight in. "What would you like for brunch?" he asked her forgetting about Vincent temporarily. The man was entirely unconscious in the other room and had been for the past two hours finally, but his fever hadn't broke yet. It worried him slightly, but the fact he was starting to become more aware when he woke made him feel less nervous.

「 I'M IN THE DARK... 」xxxxxxxxxx

 

[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Hearing a faint voice in the distance, Belle rolled over in bed, burying her head in the pillow a bit more. Soon after, the voice spoke again, talking about brunch. And then the light flooded in, making her groan faintly into the pillow. Pushing herself to sit up, she blinked at the brightness in the room around her - something she rarely woke up to since she always got up so early - and rubbed at her eyes until they had adjusted. "Brunch?" she repeated out loud, grabbing her phone and checking the time, seeing it was noon, before practically leaping out of bed. "Did I forget to set an alarm?! I have to be at work in an hour and wait. Is Vince okay?" she blurted out, running a hand through her mess of curls as everything that happened last night flooded back to her. She didn't wait for Damian's reaction, or answer his question about brunch - not trying to be rude, just a bit flustered - and walked off to Vincent's room pretty quickly, concern taking over the fact that she was probably going to be late.

Pushing the door open to his room gently, she walked over to the bed, questioning "Vince?", curious whether he was awake or not. She layed her hand across his forehead gently to see he was still running a pretty good fever. Sighing heavily, she took her hand away from his head and brushed a stray strand of his hair away from his face, looking to the door and expecting to see Damian there. Whether he was or not, she mumbled "He's hurt really bad..." as if she didn't fully remember how bad off he was last night. Turning back to face him, her eyes scanned over his body again, remembering stitching him up and shuddering slightly at the thought of how much blood he had been covered in when she arrived. "I'm going to have to look at his ribs again." she muttered under her breath, remembering she hadn't given them much of a second glance last night and they looked pretty black and blue now. They were probably broken, although she wasn't going to mess with that until after his fever had died down.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Damian barely could fallow after Belle's wild movements to catch her or give her a response. He just stood off to the side to avoid being hit by her erratic movements in a panic to return to Vincent's side. If he wasn't in such bad shape, it would have been cute that she ran to him so worried and only concerned about him. He fallowed her slowly back to Vincent's room seeing her fuss over him once more, but he couldn't laugh at that, he had been doing the same until the last two hours where he took a nap.

Vincent however was waking up slightly at her brushing the hair out of his face. His eyebrows narrowed tightly and his lip curled up when she touched him as if he feared her, but it was mostly him reacting to the nightmare he was having. He gritted his teeth together and gave a painful moan before it grew silent and his eyes opened instead. Exhausted, he looked down at her with his murky green eyes to see the blankets pulled back off him and his entire torso on his left side black and dark blue. He coughed lightly trying to clear up the dry blood in his lungs and pulled his blankets back over him as if he were in a trance. In attempt to become more comfortable, he tried to roll over and instead yelped and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he looked over at Belle again, but with more recognition and his breathing running ragged once more.

"What happened?" he asked not remembering the night before post when he saw Damian in the car and he was laying in the backseat barely conscious. "Why are you here so late? I think I'm going to throw up," he said closing his eyes with a heavy sigh and groaning loudly. It hurt so badly to breath and the pain killers had long since worn off, but Damian hadn't been able to get him to swallow anything as he had never been awake for long enough to swallow down the large pills.

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[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Belle watched Vincent's expressions as he came back to consciousness again, frowning slightly as he gritted his teeth and let out a painful moan. She watched as he opened his eyes and looked at her - but not really at her, just kind of in her direction. He looked very out of it and she could understand why. Sighing gently as he pulled his blankets back over his torso, she was about to say something when he made the mistake of trying to move. She winced a bit when he let out a yelp, biting her lip gently with concern. She waited for him to recover from trying to turn over silently, watching as recognition flooded through his face the second time he looked at her. Sitting down in her chair, she watched him, chewing her lip for a moment before she spoke. "You were jumped last night. And hit by a car. You're in pretty bad shape..." she said gently, biting her lip again as he groaned in pain. "You need to try to get some more pain meds down." she said carefully, dumping four more in her hand and grabbing the glass of water as well, holding them out to him.

As she waited for him to take them or refuse them, she turned back to Damian, seeing him pausing near the doorway. It was only then she realized he had been up all night and looked exhausted. "I'll call off work today and stay here... make sure his fever goes done. It's been a tough night for you too, get some sleep please, okay Damian? I can take care of him for now." she said, her tone gentle but stern at the same time. It was evident that even if he protested now, she'd find some way to get him to go get some sleep. She could handle making sure Vincent was okay and honestly, she'd feel better staying here at least until his fever died down. She watched Damian for a moment before she turned back to face Vincent, her eyes scanning his fervently, trying to determine how much pain he was in right now. She knew he felt sick and was obviously in a hell of a lot of pain, but right now she was trying to determine when she should set his ribs. She didn't want to do it until he wasn't feeling sick anymore, but she knew not setting them early on could be worse in the long run. And from that quick glance this morning, she knew they had to be broken and could only be annoyed with herself for missing that last night.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Vincent reached to rub his forehead when he realized he did have a bullet hole in his chest. He snarled and rubbed his face resting his nose in the crook of his arm not wanting to see light and just wanting to sleep. He looked from the crevice to see Damian bow himself out of the room and leave for his own bedroom to finally sleep. He didn't understand how he had supposedly slept all night, he didn't feel like he had. He turned his attention from himself to what Belle was offering him: something to swallow. He contemplated this idea only briefly and was fast to turn it down. While the pills might knock him out for a few hours, the agony of trying to swallow while his throat was swollen as it was and torn up from coughing all night, he wasn't entirely fond of the idea.

"Pass," he told her in a horse voice. "I can barely swallow the caked blood and thick saliva putty. I don't want to try for more at the moment. I just want to get some sleep." He looked at her again seeing her eyeing his ribs and he reached down to feel them with his unused hand running his fingers over the broken bone slowly. He winced realizing the injury perfectly well. "Set it," he told her in a more commanding voice than a suggestion. He knew what she was thinking about and he wanted it done now before it grew more worse than it already was, if possible.

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[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Belle watched as Damian left the room, happy to see that the man was going to get some much needed sleep. He had let her sleep for quite a long time, more than she would have liked although she did have to admit it was refreshing. He deserved some sleep of his own now. She then turned her attention back to Vince, who was snarling again in pain. It killed her to see him like this, or people in general for that matter. She saw this kind of stuff pretty regularly at the hospital, people in pain and nothing she could do to help them. It was worse to watch Vince in pain for some reason though, maybe because she had grown to know him pretty well over the past month or so and had always been there to clean up his injuries. Sighing gently, she didn't push the pain killers and simply set the glass of water back down as well as putting the pills back in their bottle. "I should give you an IV then, something to get some fluids into you at least." she said gently, not knowing how he was going to feel about that. She should have given him an IV last night, but she just wasn't thinking clearly. It bothered her how much she had missed last night, but she tried not to think about it too much. Instead she pulled out the med kit and started digging around looking for an IV.

When he suddenly told her to set it however, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at him curiously. He spoke with a sort of authority, like he wanted this done now and that was how it was going to be. She just watched him for a minute, glancing down at his ribs before back up at his face. "Are you sure? It's going to hurt like hell." she said gently, waiting for his response. She knew he would probably be better off with her setting it in place now and wrapping his ribs up, but it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience none-the-less. When he insisted, she bit her lip for what had to be the tenth time that morning and nodded, abandoning her search for the IV for now and getting out the wrap she was going to need to help keep his ribs in place. Pulling the blankets down away from his torso again, she helped him sit up just a bit so there would be enough space between the bed and his body for her to wrap the cloth around. "Just try not to move too much while I do this, I know that's going to be hard. Scream all you need to though." she said sympathetically, knowing he was going to need some way to release his pain.

With one last sympathetic glance, she focused on what she was doing, applying pressure to his ribs to set them back in place and wrapping the cloth around him expertly to make sure they would stay. The initial pressure would be the worst, but it would take a few hours to get used to the constant pain from the position his ribs were being forced into. She finished quickly however, having done this before and knowing exactly what to do. When she finished, she tied off the end of the wrap and let him get comfortable, chewing her lip and looking at him apologetically. "Can I give you that IV? I swear it'll help." she asked carefully, not wanting to overwhelm him or anything. She simply stood there and watched, trying to keep herself from reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from his face or holding his hand. For some reason she just wanted to comfort him, but didn't want to be overbearing either.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Vincent narrowed his eyes at her when she seemed to hesitate at what she ordered. "Now, Belle," he told her in just as stern of a voice. It wasn't him being mean, it was him trying to work with the bit of adrenaline and energy he had managed to pull from some reserve somewhere deep from his body somehow. He looked at her waiting for her instruction on what she wanted him to do and he did just as she asked of him as he sat back on his elbows finding just as much pain in sitting up like he was compared to what he remembered having his ribs set was like. He nodded to her when he was ready and took in a deep breath and closed his eyes obviously trying to keep calm and in control, but when those first set of ribs snapped back into place, he howled once more arching his back. Tears formed in his eyes and he had to fight himself to straighten his back out again for her to continue.

When she was done, his entire body was flexed from the pain and his heart raced fast under his chest with his breathing trying to out match it for it's pace. Slowly he got his breathing under control, but he looked like he was close to collapsing and would have if he wasn't already in bed. He laid back on it curling in toes in his blankets with his hand while the other gripped at the roots of his hair as he snarled. Even after the first initial regain of control, he had to fight to continue on with what Belle wanted to do with him. "Yeah, sure," he said in a much calmer voice than he had when he demanded her to fix him. "Don't make me even drink anything or I'm going to throw up everywhere," he told her giving a bit of a laugh despite it ending in a coughing fit. He still had that smile back on his face as he tried to put on a tough face for Belle as he could tell she was very worried for him.

"It'll be okay, Belle. I just have... have to take care of this fever..." he said starting to sound weak again as exhaustion quickly came back to sweep him away from her once more.

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[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Belle hated hearing Vincent scream as she set his ribs back in place, but she had to focus on what she was doing, so while she had been setting his ribs, she had ignored it. It was always horrible to hear someone in pain though, especially if you're the one causing it - even though she was helping. She watched him with concern flooding her eyes, glancing back down at the med kit occasionally in an attempt to find an IV. She was going to give him an IV whether he wanted one or not, but she was definitely hoping he'd cooperate with her. She knew she was bombarding him a bit, especially right after setting his broken ribs back into place, but she needed an answer, so she waited patiently as he snarled in pain, gripping his hair in his hands. She had just located the IV when he gave her permission to use it and smiled softly, nodding as she pulled it out and started prepping it.

"Well the IV will make it so you won't have to drink anything right away, it'll keep you hydrated. And I'll add some painkillers in there." she said with a slight grin, trying not to look so serious and concerned. He seemed to keep a smile on his face, so she could keep one on her's as well. His voice grew weaker with the next thing he said however and she sighed gently, watching as he started fading back into sleep again. "I know Vince, you're going to be fine." she said quietly, touching his arm gently for only a moment as he faded off to sleep. She finished setting up the IV and added some painkillers before sticking the needle in his arm carefully, letting the IV do it's work.

Once this was all set up, she left the room for a moment so she could call of work. She knew she was going to get an earful for calling so soon to the time she needed to be in, but she needed off today and they were going to have to understand that. Fifteen minutes later, after a long phone conversation and doing everything in her power not to be annoyed, she had the day off and made her way back into Vince's room, looking over at him as he slept. She smiled lightly to herself before walking over to the bookshelf in his room and picking out a book, figuring she might as well do something while she watched over him. Once she had a book, she walked back over to the chair and set it down, feeling his forehead once more. It definitely wasn't burning up as much anymore, which meant he was finally come down from his fever, which was definitely a good sign. Smiling softly, she settled herself down in her chair by his bed and opened up the book, glancing at him every once in a while to make sure he still looked alright.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

It was getting dark out again when Vincent woke up nearly entirely this time. His mind was still hazy from the beating it took, but he understood what was going on much better than he originally had. He looked around his room seeing that Belle had left--probably for something to eat since it was nearly seven o'clock. His own stomach had no interest in food as it had a more than helpful serving of a blade less than twenty four hours ago, but his brain was too awake for him to stay in bed.

Despite being well aware of the scolding he was about to get, he slowly got himself up and out of bed to pull out his IV from his arm so he could walk freely. He looked down at his body seeing it was far more colorful than it had been before he had gone out as Ryder and the injuries were much more sever than when he first went out. He grunted finally pushing onto his feet and holding a hand over his wound on his stomach that was throbbing from the small movement. He looked at himself in the mirror this time and he didn't feel as sexy as he had the day before. Now he felt like he just wanted pain killers, popcorn, and a movie night like when he broke his arm when he was little. Very slowly, he shuffled to the bathroom to use it and clean his face off trying to feel at least a little refreshed, or at least attempt to.

Eventually he wondered back to his bed and pulled out the smokes from the top drawer of his night stand and lit one taking in a heavy drag. Immediately he regretted it. His lungs felt like he had lit them on fire. He fell into a coughing fit as he put it out in the ash tray in the drawer. He felt like his coughing went on forever until it finally stopped with blood running down his chin and filling his mouth. Never had felt more sick in his life or pathetic. Whether it meant more pain or not, he had to get out of there.

On his feet again, he slowly started wondering out of the bedroom leaning heavily on the wall as he went. He closed his eyes tightly leaning on the top of railing for the stairs not entirely sure he still wanted to go down these, instead he stopped and sat on the stairs leaning against the railing enjoying the cold air on his clammy skin instead of the hot blankets. "I'm going to be in so much trouble," he muttered wiping the blood from his chin to stare at on the back of his hand in his daze.

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[VVanderIust]

ＳＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＥ ＦＡＹ Ｏ' ＤＥＡＲ

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Belle read for a while, occasionally getting up and pacing around, just sitting around not quite working for her. She was always busy and running around like a maniac, so not having anything to do at the moment was kind of driving her bonkers. Eventually she asked Damian - once seeing he was awake - if there was a laptop or desktop computer she could use. He pointed her to the one in the library, which was only a few doors down from Vince's room so she could still check on him easily. She started working on her college work on the computer, making good use of her time so she could get far ahead and get more sleep later in the week. If she was going to have to miss work today, she'd like to at least be doing something other than watching Vincent sleep. He seemed to be doing okay and she was checking on him every half hour. She had just gotten back from checking on him about fifteen minutes ago when Damian had come into the library and asked her if she wanted something to eat. Considering she hadn't eaten anything yet that day, she readily accepted and came down to the kitchen to help him make dinner.

After they had finished making dinner and were sitting down to eat, they discussed things about Vincent and about her work, as well as about Vincent's dad who had lived here before her. It was nice to get to know at least Damian a little better and through him, get to know some things about Vincent. However, just as they were finished, Belle shushed Damian for a moment, thinking she heard something from upstairs. It had been a while since she had checked on Vince. Hearing the coughing and then footsteps a minute later, Belle sighed heavily setting her fork down on her plate. "He's not good at staying still, is he?" she said to Damian with a grin, despite the fact she knew Vince was probably hurting himself a lot more right now. The guy was ridiculous though, trying to get up and move around after how badly injured he was last night.

Standing up from the table, she reached the stairs just as Vince stopped moving, leaning against the stairwell. She started up the stairs as he mumbled that he was going to be in so much trouble and forcing her best stern look she could, she said "Uh, ya you're in trouble." she said, only able to keep a serious face because of how badly injured he was. She just couldn't help but find it slightly amusing that he knew he'd be in trouble with her for this. Quickly making her way the rest of the way up the stairs, she positioned herself along the side of him that was free of bullet and stab wounds and supported him. "C'mon, back to bed." she said carefully, helping support his weight as they walked back to his room. She helped him back in bed gently and glanced at the cigarette before sighing heavily and looking back at him.

"I'm sure that felt nice." she said seriously, nodding to the ash tray. He didn't even want anything to drink last night, so she could imagine how smoking had to feel. She then turned to the side table and got some pills out, setting them on his nightstand. She walked to the bathroom and filled his glass with cold water before setting it next to the pills and sitting down in her chair. "You should take those... and try to stay in bed. You're going to end up tearing you're stitches open and hurting yourself worse." she said gently, not wanting him to re-injure himself solely because he was feeling restless.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAll the broken pieces left unglued
xxx → Should never find their way
xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Vincent hissed as he was helped back onto his feet, digging his fingers into her back a bit. Within a few strides though, he managed to hold mostly his own weight, but that would only last for a few steps before his legs reminded him he had been hit by a car. He looked up at the ceiling, not even wanting to think about what his legs looked like as he hadn't really taken a good look at them before. When prompt, he sat down on his bed as Belle wanted and hunched over himself in an attempt to save his aching body some straining. He looked up at her when she noted that he had tried to smoke before leaving the area. "I've gotten better, but it's still there. Nearly dying is a bit stressful," he admitted before reaching out with his least injured side to take the pills and dry swallow them.

He grimaced at the taste and shivered before he chased it down with the glass of the best tasting water in the world. When he finished, he felt a lot thirstier and wished the glass was a lot bigger. "Could I at least take a bath or eat or have some more water? I just want to do something other than hide up in my room for eternity. I can't help it that I've gone from a couch potato into a super athlete, okay? Going from potato to superman is a hellova lot easier to do than being use to running your a** off then staying still. You've gotta give me something to do. Watch a movie with me, maybe?" he requested as he rolled the last drop of water around in the bottom of his glass.

With a sigh, he put his glass back on the table and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at how unkept it felt after constantly being so sweaty from his fever and running around in a leather costume prior to that. Thinking about the way that sounded, if he explained what happened, it could be taken as the night happening a lot different. Right then, he wished it was a different kind of leather suit he had worn.

Shaking his head, he refocused and looked up at Belle then to Damian who stood in the doorway as if he were guarding it from Vincent leaving again. "C'mon, Damian, you've gotta let me do something. I'm losing my mind already and it's day one that I'm awake. What am I going to do for the week that I'm stuck in bed and god knows how long after that where I can't workout. I'm going to go back to sporting my pizza gut and I will be locked in an insane asylum from boredom. You've gotta sympathize at least with me..."

Damian sighed at him and shook his head. "Young master, I'll tell you the same thing I told your father when he was laid up in bed: You need to rest and listen to your doc for once. He was extremely high strung and spent a lot of time pushing past injuries. I don't think you want to spend the last of your years requiring pain killers to get up in the morning, Hughes. If you think physical therapy is bad, you should see what that kind of life is like."

Vincent gave the older man a vicious look before looking down at the hundreds of scars he had prior to becoming Ryder. Hell, he had only spent one night out and he was already shot, stabbed, and ran over. If this was how it was going to happen on a regular basis, getting the crime rate back down was going to be a hellish process. In his mind, he needed to be training, not laying in bed, hoping to get better faster. If he didn't keep at the criminals, he was never going to regain the respect and the crime wasn't going to drop again.

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[VVanderIust]

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Belle nodded when Vincent mentioned that almost dying was a bit stressful and that was what had prompted the smoking. She understood, but she couldn't help but say something about the fact that he had smoked regardless. She had noticed that he had been doing better and seemed to not be smoking as much and she also knew it was directly linked to him being more in tune with his body and more focused on being a better athlete. Now that he was going to be stuck on bed rest, she was a bit worried he'd pick the habit up as heavily as before. That was the least of her concerns right now however as Vincent rambled on about how he needed to do something - anything at all. She listened as he continued to ask what he could do, taking the empty water cup from him and walking to the bathroom to fill it back up. She was still listening to him of course and walked back in just as Damian walked to the doorway, speaking his mind.

She handed Vince the water cup back and sat in her chair across from his bed, turning her body to listen to Damian. The fact that he was actually supporting her wishes as his nurse for once caused a grin to play across her lips. She was totally sure that Damian was the reason that Vince always worked through his injuries - at least in the beginning. Now it was obvious that it was the combination of the two of them that always pushed too hard. So hearing him in support of her wishes for his health was refreshing. "Damian's right, Vince." she said gently, turning back to face him after nodding at Damian gratefully. "You need to rest. It'll just get worse otherwise. But yes, you can take a bath or watch a movie or eat meals. But you have to most of it resting. We'll work on being more active again after you've healed more. We have to take this one step at a time." she said gently, watching him with concern in her eyes.

She hated to see him so injured and so defeated by his injures. But he needed his rest more than anything right now. He could actually die if he didn't rest properly. This injuries were way more severe than anything he'd experienced before. "Can I check over you again and make sure you didn't manage to pop any stitches or anything?" she asked lightly, motioning for him to lay down again. "And maybe if your hungry you can get some food afterwards?" she suggested, turning to face Damian for a moment. "I think some sort of shake or smoothie might be easiest for him now considering how raw his throat is. But I'm sure he could handle any food, he does need something to help build his strength back up and give his body fuel to heal." she said casually, smiling at Damian for a moment. She then turned her attention back to Vince, waiting for him to do as she instructed. There weren't really any if's, and's, or but's about it.

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[Unbreakable Justice]

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xxxxxxx into the hands of x( x s o m e o n e x )x like you !

Damian looked to Belle before she approved of his master eating something. He turned away from the two of them to go make something light that he would pack with as much nutrients as possible for him. The need to get Vincent back up and moving again as soon as possible was known in his mind for both the boy's sanity's sake and the fact that him being Ryder meant that a lot of people were affected by him taking sick days. If Damian had to, he would go out himself as Ryder for a bit, but the older man couldn't do it as well as even Vincent. He may have trained both Nicholas and Vincent, but he was an older man when he met Nicholas. Now that he was in his fifties, running around like a maniac was a bit harder.

Vincent however, still had that wild sprit and it was showing even when he was hurt bad enough that he couldn't walk far without help. He gave a sour look back at Belle when she had taken the side of the butler - of course - and then wanted to make sure he was okay still. While he knew she meant the best intentions, he was just angry. If she let him do what he wanted, he knew it would only last for a few seconds before he collapsed, but it was the principal of being restricted over anything else.

Still, he didn't fight her anymore. He knocked the water she gave him and then put the glass up before he laid back on the bed. Letting out a painful sigh, he tried to readjust himself on it, but it just felt impossible to get comfortable. Somehow laying down felt a lot worse than standing as it let all his injuries resurface and remind him how badly he had been hurt. He tried to wiggle to get more comfortable, but stitches seemed to be pulled no mater how he laid and bruises were always being irritated. There just seemed to be no comfortable way to lay. "Would you watch something with me after this? I promise I'll wash up first," he reassured her as he closed his eyes, a wince still on his face.

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