It doesn't matter what she says, anymore. Nothing can piss him off now. He's riding on the thrilling high of someone else's pain, and it's only made better by how much he hates her, how proud she always is. He steps back to examine his handiwork, just watching and listening. What is more delicious? The sight- blood painting her tight little body red, arm hanging limply at her side, bent and mangled strangely? Or the sound- the heaving breath, the stifled sobs, the moans of pain? It's all a beautiful show for him to drink in, to bask in.
His whole body feels warm and wonderful. His... Dick is twitching. Waking up. He ignores it. Pushes any sexual thoughts away aggressively. But it's not even thoughts, it's an automatic response from his body. It begins to disturb him, irritate him. No. Not for this girl. Disgusting. Revolting.
"Well. I suppose it's time for your boyfriend to clean up my mess. He'll have such fun with that. Until next time."
With that, he begins to disassociate, his face and eyes going blank. It seems to take a long time, him just standing there, swaying slightly.
"No-" fuck. Nina almost didn't want Jeritza to see the state she was in, knowing that his hands were the cause of it, at least in the physical sense. That hurt more than the broken bones and cuts and burning acid and fuck she didn't think that part through enough. The aftermath will be awful.
Nina stood from the chair, blood rushing, spilling onto the floor already soaked with it. She stumbled, still half sobbing as she tried to move away from him.
But she fell instead, slipped and toppled, twisting at the last second to brace herself on her unbroken arm, the feeling of her burned hand hitting the floor making her whimper. That was it. That is what truly broke her, her head bowed to rest against her forearm, the sizzling of her own skin right beside her ear, and she just... cried. Don't look at her. Please god don't look at her.
Jeritza has been buried deep in his inner world. Lost, frankly. He'd given up on trying to control his alter, given up on trying to manage his mental state or life. Without any chance at happiness or love, without Nina or anyone else to care for, what was the point? He no longer cared what happened to him.
He'd only become buried deeper as Death Knight tortured Nina and enjoyed himself too much to even think about giving up control of the body. So when he finally does disappear, Jeritza isn't right there to take his place. He's not even aware he's supposed to switch in.
This is the cause of the radio static in his mind, the vacant way he stands in the middle of the kitchen, like a video game avatar with no one holding the controller.
But faintly, Jeritza hears crying. A woman crying. It sounds like... It might be Nina. Slowly, he begins to move out of the dense fog he's in, toward the crying. He feels dread. Does he want to see this?
He becomes vaguely aware of a kitchen around him. The crying is coming from below. He looks down. As soon as he does, he is snapped into focus, violently jolted into his body with a small gasp.
Nina... Crying and crumpled in a pool of her own blood. He falls to his knees beside her.
"Nina?! Nina. What happened?!" A far cry from his usual monotone, his voice sounds conpletely horrified. His throat feels tight, his heart pounds fast in his chest. He puts a hand on her back and looks around for evidence of what's occurred. Blood, a chair, tools on the counter, a vial of liquid.
Torture.
He looks down at her again, afraid to touch her and hurt her more.
Nina's breath came hard, the air in her lungs like fire as panic set in. It was so easy to be prideful and arrogant in the face of a monster. But knowing Jeritza would not enjoy the sight of her broken body, would hate knowing how and why it happened, made her feel like she was the monster for what she was about to make him suffer through.
It was agony, hearing him shout like that - too used to the monotone. Maybe she should have been pleased he sounded like a person, for once, instead of some dead, emotionless machine, but the price wasn't worth it.
"No." She murmured, and it was stupid to even try and hide it. She had nowhere to go. She needed help, even if the help came at the hands of the man who had inflicted the wounds. Sort of. "Just call for help and go. You don't need to be here." She lifted her head so he could hear her speak, revealing the acid burning her hand, the blood on her lips and chin, and hints of the wounds on her chest. The broken arm was, well, fairly obvious and difficult to hide in any position, hanging lamely at her side against the tile. "I'm sorry."
Nightmare. Nightmare. Nightmare. Jeritza had awoken many times to the sight of dead bodies, but rarely was anyone still alive and in pain, and if they were, he'd simply end the pain with a final merciful blow. It was never like this, never someone he... Cared for so much. It's a deep, awful, sinking, cold pain. Guilt and terror. Will she die in front of him?
"No. I won't leave you."
His voice is gruff even as his throat still tightens and strains against the possibility of tears. He pushes down his emotions enough to be able to act. He quickly examines what of her he can see. An acid burn, blood from cuts, a broken arm.
He gets up swiftly, grabs baking soda and water with trembling hands and mixes them, then kneels again to pour the solution on her hand. The neutralizing effect should grant her instant relief from much of the burning. He spots one of the sources of the blood- a wound on her shoulder- and presses healing energy into it with his palm. It should relieve a bit of the pain and stop most of the bleeding. There's likely a first aid kit somewhere in this house, but he doesn't want to leave her here to go look for it. Her arm will be a terrible ordeal; he'll have to set and splint it somehow. Unless they go to a clinic...? His mind races.
Nina had no idea what he was doing, but the moment he returned and started pouring something on her hand, her instinctive response was to flinch, half expecting it to hurt just as much as the burn did, even if she did not fear he was trying to hurt her. The relief was... surprising, and after a moment of tension, she relaxed as best she could with the pain still shooting through her from various other sources.
"Jeritza-" She almost warned him not to look or even touch the wound on her shoulder, knowing full well the nasty brand she carried now. That awful, obvious indication that the Death Knight was there and had laid claim to her - a warning for the both of them that this was only the beginning. Nina did not regret her choice to let him torture her, but she was very much regretting this very moment.
Gods, her fucking head hurt. Her eyelids fluttered. Too much blood on the floor that should be inside her; the taste of metal in her mouth; her entire body aching worse than the time she fell off a fucking castle wall and landed on nothing but solid earth. "I need a doctor. I won't - I won't tell them it was the Death Knight. I promise. You'll be safe."
He's panicking slightly. The way she says his name tugs on his heart. But he can't break down now. He has to deal with this, take responsibility for this, even though it's something he would never even think of doing...
Thankfully he doesn't notice the brand yet, obscured by so much blood.
She says she needs a doctor, and she's right. She's lost too much blood, and at the very least, she needs IV hydration and a strong painkiller. Two things he doesn't have. Her pain is hurting him... He's never felt that way before.
Think, Jeritza, think. He looks down at his hands, which are covered in blood. If he carries her into a clinic, what will they think? What story will they tell them? Will he be recognized and incriminated immediately, regardless of what they say?
It doesn't matter. He won't let her die, and he won't let her suffer needlessly. He can deal with whatever happens to him, so long as he knows she's okay.
"Okay. I will take you."
He helps her to sit up against the cabinets. Then he removes his own sweater.
"I need to tie your arm up. This will hurt."
He gently, but quickly, bends her broken arm up against her chest so it won't fall or hang painfully as he carries her. He ties his sweater around her snugly, to hold the arm in place. Then he lifts her. He'll walk to the end of the street and call a cab from there, so no one knows exactly where they came from.
Nina was fully prepared to defend him if she had to. Him being covered in blood could easily be blamed on the fact that he had to help her after she was assaulted by... someone. She wouldn't dare try to name names. Her wounds and bloodloss might be enough for her to just say she didn't see their face. Hid it. Something. It didn't matter.
"Motherfuck-" she growled as he adjusted her arm. Far less painful than the actual break, but no less awful now that the adrenaline has worn off.
Nina took a deep breath to steel herself as he lifted her, slumping against his chest once he started walking. Few and far between were the moments when she felt so helpless, so awful for what she had done - not even to herself. "Thank you." She murmured, relatively silent for the duration of the trip there, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He whispers the dazed chant as he exits the abandoned house and walks briskly down the street. He carries her slightly apart from his body so his steps will jostle her less. It's more effort, but she's light and he has to do whatever he can for her now.
He sits on the curb at the end of the street with her in his lap and summons a cab with his device. As they wait, he looks down at her face, but it's so pained and bloodied he can't bear to keep his gaze there. He knows his alter well, knows how horrible he is and what he does to people, and the fact that she's bearing the brunt of it makes him feel awful.
He stares into space, disassociating, though Death Knight isn't anywhere near. His alter hates this kind of task. It's completely against his nature to care for someone like this. Jeritza's brain simply needs to put distance between himself and this situation, these feelings.
Helpless. He did everything he could think of to keep her safe from him, and none of it made any difference. This wasn't his fault, and yet it is his burden. What is he going to do now? How can he possibly keep her safe when the danger is inside of him? He wishes she would kill him (still unaware of death's impermanence). Perhaps he should do it himself just to end this. The world would be far better off without him, objectively.
"It's okay." She replied. She felt awful for all of it - for subjecting Jeritza to the aftermath of the Death Knight's torment, for not being strong enough or quick enough to make it out before they switched. It wasn't his fault, it was hers, because this is what she thought would be best. Bearing the brunt of the bloodlust, relieving Jeritza of any blame because she sure as fuck wasn't going to utter his name.
But he was so... soft. So sweet. Too gentle for all of this. Nina felt the tears falling again and tried her best to press her face to the crook of his neck, to draw herself close even if it hurt. "It's okay. I'm okay." She would be. She had to be. "You don't have anything to be sorry for anyway - I did this. I let him do it just like I said I would. I won't let him hurt innocents if I can avoid it, and I'm not going to let him keep making you suffer for his shit." A beat. "You weren't supposed to see it. I'm sorry."
His daze is interrupted by her squirming to get close to him, and he gently pulls her in, cradling her. He feels her hot tears on his neck.
So she enabled this. Allowed it. Perhaps even asked for it. It makes him feel a little better, that she wasn't snatched up against her will in fear, but it doesn't absolve all of it. Would this just happen again and again? Would he constantly wake up to her being hurt so that the city could be safer? The thought of it makes his heart ache. Tears begin to brim in his own eyes, and his breath shakes slightly. These strange and terrible feelings he's never had before threaten to overwhelm him. It was all easier when he pushed people away, kept them at a distance so they would be safe. It was so painfully lonely. He was sad all of the time. But is this any better?
He lowers his face down to kiss her forehead. One of his tears falls onto it. He rests his cheek against it.
It's all so broken.
"I don't want you to be hurt," is all he can choke out. His voice is small and sad and almost childlike.
Nina could not properly console him like she wanted to. So the best she could offer was another gentle press of her nose against his neck; a soft sigh of warm breath on his skin. Feeling the tear following that sweet kiss is a worse agony than any physical pain she felt.
"I know." She admitted with another sigh. "But it's worth it to make sure everyone is safe. To make sure you're safe." She wished she was smarter or knew more about helping people with their problems- but this was all she could do. Use her body to endure so no one else had to - or, at the very least, no one else had to die. "I'm sorry, Jeritza. I'm so sorry you had to see this - I just don't want someone to take you away, toss you in prison for crimes you don't even commit. If I have to suffer for it, then I will."
"I know that's probably not what you want to hear. I understand if you won't forgive me for it either."
She says she's doing it for him, and while that's worse, selfishly, it does feel nice for someone to care about him that much. Especially someone he does care for himself. She says it's for him, to keep him safe and it of trouble. Were they in Fodlan, he would insist that wasn't necessary. But here, everything is completely different. He *could* die if his alter attacks someone too powerful, he *has* suffered injury, and he *will* eventually suffer consequences if things continue this way. But Nina sacrificing her body isn't what he wants for a solution.
"I forgive you. I will figure something out... A better solution... For now, rest."
Their cab soon pulls up, and he holds her in the back seat. The driver glances at him with fear and anger. When they arrive at the clinic, he pays double what the fare is and apologizes for the blood. As he rushes her inside, he tries to think of what to say. He found her on the street after an assault...?
She smiled faintly against his neck. "Thank you." Of course he forgave her. He was a good man, a sweet man who deserved far better than he had.
Nina was struggling to maintain consciousness once settled in the cab and in his arms, the rocking of the cab almost lulling her to sleep despite the pain.
Then she was moving again, grunting as she tried to figure out where she was suddenly. Doctor? Right. She could almost feel Jeritza hesitating. "Found me injured in the road." She muttered. "They've seen me before." With wounds also inflicted by the Death Knight, but she hadn't even namedropped him then for whatever reason. A desire to fight him again, maybe. Who even knew.
They've seen her before... Probably from her first encounter with his alter. Here goes nothing.
He steps inside and explains the situation to the person at the check-in desk. He found her in the street after she was assaulted. He didn't see her attacker. He lists out her injuries that he knows of. Nina drips blood onto the shiny tiled floor.
The triage her and get her a bed almost immediately. Two nurses bustle around her, cleaning her wounds, bandaging her up, putting her on IV fluids. There's no uninjured hand to hold, so he sits by the bed, leaned forward and gently stroking her unbroken forearm. When they clean her shoulder wound, he sees it's in the shape of a "D". Rage alights in him. The nerve to do all of this to someone who only wants to take care of them, and then sign an initial to her body like the mutilation is an artwork he's taking credit for. He's witnessed the aftermath of horrible things his alter has done, but this one is on its own special tier. He grits his teeth, but makes no mention of it. The nurses don't say anything either.
Nina offered nothing to contradict the story. In fact, Nina didn't say much if anything once the sedatives and painkillers kicked in, knocking her out while they set her arm into a proper brace and cleaned her wounds, the 'D' eventually covered with a bandage and blocked from view. Out of sight, but most assuredly not out of mind.
She was out for a while - hours, even, until the drugs wore off enough that she could awaken, half expecting him to not be there when she did.
He's relieved that she doesn't have to feel the pain of the bone being set, and that she falls asleep. She won't die. She will be okay. She's a strong woman. This won't phase her for long.
For a little while he's nervous that the nurses will ask him questions or bring in some kind of investigator, but they don't. They let her sleep because she obviously needs it. It's late, too. If there is an ordeal with the law, it will come tomorrow.
He holds onto her arm still, watching her as she sleeps. Eventually, he sits back in the chair and nods off as well, his head falling forward and to the side. Periodically, he wakes and gazes at her for a minute before falling asleep again. Until he wakes and she's also awake. He leans forward again, his hand going back to the uninjured part of her arm, stroking it gently.
She was surprised, but clearly not displeased if the way she smiled at him was any indication. There was a softness to it that could easily be blamed on her still being half doped up on painkillers, but not all of it. A part of her was genuinely happy to see him still there - glad he hadn't wandered off to do something stupid or wallow in misery alone. That she hadn't been left alone.
"Hi." She slurred, nose crinkling. God damn her mouth was dry. "Wild fucking night, huh?" Was it night? She had no fucking idea. "You okay?"
"Water. I feel like I've been eating sand." She said once her brain started to catch up, body shifting to instinctively rise and finding that doing so was actually absurdly difficult. "Ugh." Not being able to move was going to drive her crazy, she could already tell.
Jeritza experimentally presses a button on the bed that he had been examining while she was asleep for lack of anything better to do. It begins to lift the bed into a sitting position. Nice. Turns out he's not as hopeless with technology as he thought. Slowly the bed rises her to sitting, and then he leaves the room and asks a nurse for a cup of water.
Will wonders never cease. Nina raised her brows up, impressed by the movement, and adjusted as best she could on the bed. Her arm in a sling and her acid burned hand wrapped fairly tight, even her overconfident ass had to admit the truth.
"I... don't think so." She offered, aware enough to blush. This was going to be fucking embarrassing, having him baby her.
Some small part of him feels proud that he impressed her, even with something so small. How silly and strange.
He steps a little closer and leans toward her, holding the cup to her lips. He watches the water level carefully as he tips the cup, as the last thing he wants to do is dump it on her. He allows her to take a few small sips. Staring at her lips reminds him of their kiss, and absently he wonders if that might ever happen again.
Shockingly, only a small dribble of water managed to escape her lips, the rest she tried to eagerly swallow back. When he pulled the glass back, she looked up at him, smiled again.
"See something you like?" She laughed. "My face get fucked up too?"
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His whole body feels warm and wonderful. His... Dick is twitching. Waking up. He ignores it. Pushes any sexual thoughts away aggressively. But it's not even thoughts, it's an automatic response from his body. It begins to disturb him, irritate him. No. Not for this girl. Disgusting. Revolting.
"Well. I suppose it's time for your boyfriend to clean up my mess. He'll have such fun with that. Until next time."
With that, he begins to disassociate, his face and eyes going blank. It seems to take a long time, him just standing there, swaying slightly.
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Nina stood from the chair, blood rushing, spilling onto the floor already soaked with it. She stumbled, still half sobbing as she tried to move away from him.
But she fell instead, slipped and toppled, twisting at the last second to brace herself on her unbroken arm, the feeling of her burned hand hitting the floor making her whimper. That was it. That is what truly broke her, her head bowed to rest against her forearm, the sizzling of her own skin right beside her ear, and she just... cried. Don't look at her. Please god don't look at her.
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Jeritza has been buried deep in his inner world. Lost, frankly. He'd given up on trying to control his alter, given up on trying to manage his mental state or life. Without any chance at happiness or love, without Nina or anyone else to care for, what was the point? He no longer cared what happened to him.
He'd only become buried deeper as Death Knight tortured Nina and enjoyed himself too much to even think about giving up control of the body. So when he finally does disappear, Jeritza isn't right there to take his place. He's not even aware he's supposed to switch in.
This is the cause of the radio static in his mind, the vacant way he stands in the middle of the kitchen, like a video game avatar with no one holding the controller.
But faintly, Jeritza hears crying. A woman crying. It sounds like... It might be Nina. Slowly, he begins to move out of the dense fog he's in, toward the crying. He feels dread. Does he want to see this?
He becomes vaguely aware of a kitchen around him. The crying is coming from below. He looks down. As soon as he does, he is snapped into focus, violently jolted into his body with a small gasp.
Nina... Crying and crumpled in a pool of her own blood. He falls to his knees beside her.
"Nina?! Nina. What happened?!" A far cry from his usual monotone, his voice sounds conpletely horrified. His throat feels tight, his heart pounds fast in his chest. He puts a hand on her back and looks around for evidence of what's occurred. Blood, a chair, tools on the counter, a vial of liquid.
Torture.
He looks down at her again, afraid to touch her and hurt her more.
"Show me where you're hurt."
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It was agony, hearing him shout like that - too used to the monotone. Maybe she should have been pleased he sounded like a person, for once, instead of some dead, emotionless machine, but the price wasn't worth it.
"No." She murmured, and it was stupid to even try and hide it. She had nowhere to go. She needed help, even if the help came at the hands of the man who had inflicted the wounds. Sort of. "Just call for help and go. You don't need to be here." She lifted her head so he could hear her speak, revealing the acid burning her hand, the blood on her lips and chin, and hints of the wounds on her chest. The broken arm was, well, fairly obvious and difficult to hide in any position, hanging lamely at her side against the tile. "I'm sorry."
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"No. I won't leave you."
His voice is gruff even as his throat still tightens and strains against the possibility of tears. He pushes down his emotions enough to be able to act. He quickly examines what of her he can see. An acid burn, blood from cuts, a broken arm.
He gets up swiftly, grabs baking soda and water with trembling hands and mixes them, then kneels again to pour the solution on her hand. The neutralizing effect should grant her instant relief from much of the burning. He spots one of the sources of the blood- a wound on her shoulder- and presses healing energy into it with his palm. It should relieve a bit of the pain and stop most of the bleeding. There's likely a first aid kit somewhere in this house, but he doesn't want to leave her here to go look for it. Her arm will be a terrible ordeal; he'll have to set and splint it somehow. Unless they go to a clinic...? His mind races.
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"Jeritza-" She almost warned him not to look or even touch the wound on her shoulder, knowing full well the nasty brand she carried now. That awful, obvious indication that the Death Knight was there and had laid claim to her - a warning for the both of them that this was only the beginning. Nina did not regret her choice to let him torture her, but she was very much regretting this very moment.
Gods, her fucking head hurt. Her eyelids fluttered. Too much blood on the floor that should be inside her; the taste of metal in her mouth; her entire body aching worse than the time she fell off a fucking castle wall and landed on nothing but solid earth. "I need a doctor. I won't - I won't tell them it was the Death Knight. I promise. You'll be safe."
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He's panicking slightly. The way she says his name tugs on his heart. But he can't break down now. He has to deal with this, take responsibility for this, even though it's something he would never even think of doing...
Thankfully he doesn't notice the brand yet, obscured by so much blood.
She says she needs a doctor, and she's right. She's lost too much blood, and at the very least, she needs IV hydration and a strong painkiller. Two things he doesn't have. Her pain is hurting him... He's never felt that way before.
Think, Jeritza, think. He looks down at his hands, which are covered in blood. If he carries her into a clinic, what will they think? What story will they tell them? Will he be recognized and incriminated immediately, regardless of what they say?
It doesn't matter. He won't let her die, and he won't let her suffer needlessly. He can deal with whatever happens to him, so long as he knows she's okay.
"Okay. I will take you."
He helps her to sit up against the cabinets. Then he removes his own sweater.
"I need to tie your arm up. This will hurt."
He gently, but quickly, bends her broken arm up against her chest so it won't fall or hang painfully as he carries her. He ties his sweater around her snugly, to hold the arm in place. Then he lifts her. He'll walk to the end of the street and call a cab from there, so no one knows exactly where they came from.
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"Motherfuck-" she growled as he adjusted her arm. Far less painful than the actual break, but no less awful now that the adrenaline has worn off.
Nina took a deep breath to steel herself as he lifted her, slumping against his chest once he started walking. Few and far between were the moments when she felt so helpless, so awful for what she had done - not even to herself. "Thank you." She murmured, relatively silent for the duration of the trip there, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat.
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He sits on the curb at the end of the street with her in his lap and summons a cab with his device. As they wait, he looks down at her face, but it's so pained and bloodied he can't bear to keep his gaze there. He knows his alter well, knows how horrible he is and what he does to people, and the fact that she's bearing the brunt of it makes him feel awful.
He stares into space, disassociating, though Death Knight isn't anywhere near. His alter hates this kind of task. It's completely against his nature to care for someone like this. Jeritza's brain simply needs to put distance between himself and this situation, these feelings.
Helpless. He did everything he could think of to keep her safe from him, and none of it made any difference. This wasn't his fault, and yet it is his burden. What is he going to do now? How can he possibly keep her safe when the danger is inside of him? He wishes she would kill him (still unaware of death's impermanence). Perhaps he should do it himself just to end this. The world would be far better off without him, objectively.
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But he was so... soft. So sweet. Too gentle for all of this. Nina felt the tears falling again and tried her best to press her face to the crook of his neck, to draw herself close even if it hurt. "It's okay. I'm okay." She would be. She had to be. "You don't have anything to be sorry for anyway - I did this. I let him do it just like I said I would. I won't let him hurt innocents if I can avoid it, and I'm not going to let him keep making you suffer for his shit." A beat. "You weren't supposed to see it. I'm sorry."
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So she enabled this. Allowed it. Perhaps even asked for it. It makes him feel a little better, that she wasn't snatched up against her will in fear, but it doesn't absolve all of it. Would this just happen again and again? Would he constantly wake up to her being hurt so that the city could be safer? The thought of it makes his heart ache. Tears begin to brim in his own eyes, and his breath shakes slightly. These strange and terrible feelings he's never had before threaten to overwhelm him. It was all easier when he pushed people away, kept them at a distance so they would be safe. It was so painfully lonely. He was sad all of the time. But is this any better?
He lowers his face down to kiss her forehead. One of his tears falls onto it. He rests his cheek against it.
It's all so broken.
"I don't want you to be hurt," is all he can choke out. His voice is small and sad and almost childlike.
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"I know." She admitted with another sigh. "But it's worth it to make sure everyone is safe. To make sure you're safe." She wished she was smarter or knew more about helping people with their problems- but this was all she could do. Use her body to endure so no one else had to - or, at the very least, no one else had to die. "I'm sorry, Jeritza. I'm so sorry you had to see this - I just don't want someone to take you away, toss you in prison for crimes you don't even commit. If I have to suffer for it, then I will."
"I know that's probably not what you want to hear. I understand if you won't forgive me for it either."
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"I forgive you. I will figure something out... A better solution... For now, rest."
Their cab soon pulls up, and he holds her in the back seat. The driver glances at him with fear and anger. When they arrive at the clinic, he pays double what the fare is and apologizes for the blood. As he rushes her inside, he tries to think of what to say. He found her on the street after an assault...?
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Nina was struggling to maintain consciousness once settled in the cab and in his arms, the rocking of the cab almost lulling her to sleep despite the pain.
Then she was moving again, grunting as she tried to figure out where she was suddenly. Doctor? Right. She could almost feel Jeritza hesitating. "Found me injured in the road." She muttered. "They've seen me before." With wounds also inflicted by the Death Knight, but she hadn't even namedropped him then for whatever reason. A desire to fight him again, maybe. Who even knew.
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He steps inside and explains the situation to the person at the check-in desk. He found her in the street after she was assaulted. He didn't see her attacker. He lists out her injuries that he knows of. Nina drips blood onto the shiny tiled floor.
The triage her and get her a bed almost immediately. Two nurses bustle around her, cleaning her wounds, bandaging her up, putting her on IV fluids. There's no uninjured hand to hold, so he sits by the bed, leaned forward and gently stroking her unbroken forearm. When they clean her shoulder wound, he sees it's in the shape of a "D". Rage alights in him. The nerve to do all of this to someone who only wants to take care of them, and then sign an initial to her body like the mutilation is an artwork he's taking credit for. He's witnessed the aftermath of horrible things his alter has done, but this one is on its own special tier. He grits his teeth, but makes no mention of it. The nurses don't say anything either.
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She was out for a while - hours, even, until the drugs wore off enough that she could awaken, half expecting him to not be there when she did.
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For a little while he's nervous that the nurses will ask him questions or bring in some kind of investigator, but they don't. They let her sleep because she obviously needs it. It's late, too. If there is an ordeal with the law, it will come tomorrow.
He holds onto her arm still, watching her as she sleeps. Eventually, he sits back in the chair and nods off as well, his head falling forward and to the side. Periodically, he wakes and gazes at her for a minute before falling asleep again. Until he wakes and she's also awake. He leans forward again, his hand going back to the uninjured part of her arm, stroking it gently.
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"Hi." She slurred, nose crinkling. God damn her mouth was dry. "Wild fucking night, huh?" Was it night? She had no fucking idea. "You okay?"
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"Hi. Yes, I am fine. What do you need?"
Because she must need something. Food, water, painkillers, something. He will get it.
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Returning to her bedside, he asks:
"Can you hold it?"
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"I... don't think so." She offered, aware enough to blush. This was going to be fucking embarrassing, having him baby her.
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He steps a little closer and leans toward her, holding the cup to her lips. He watches the water level carefully as he tips the cup, as the last thing he wants to do is dump it on her. He allows her to take a few small sips. Staring at her lips reminds him of their kiss, and absently he wonders if that might ever happen again.
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"See something you like?" She laughed. "My face get fucked up too?"
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"Ah..." He blinks. "No, your face is... Good," he says awkwardly.
... What?
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can wrap soon ithinks
yuh we can end here