Little By Little | Riley & Nai | Private

Silence. The youthful girl was voidless of any counter to what his own tongue had fathomed, wavering lids - dusted by a shade of scare plum - consumed by the splintering pain that prodded at the nerves of his scathed form - unable to percieve an expression that unknowingly decipted her gentle features. Consistent semblance of dejection grated a path of emotion along his rhythmic beating heart, lashes of raven cleaving hesitantly apart to expose the enchanting red that inclined beneath - only peering toward a set of dirtied feet. Had she already disembarked? There came no surprise on that regular matter - a demeanour of bitter spoken words was enough to drive others away. A composure of flawless lies that vomitted a venom-like tone would carelessly spew from his own beaming lips - fearless to make others loathe, but at the same time, seeking for a hand. He had already urged himself to believe something so absurd would ever come true. At least, not for him.

But, albeit, the crown of raven alifted. Tired eyes clashing with an empty space that once confronted the set of alluring purple orbs, and an array of gentle features - cold, but evidently humane. Grisly smeared lips twitched into a faint smile, pitying himself for actually convincing that he would get any help. Shadow of upper strands masking the motion of optics as his lower lip firmly pursed against the other, slender arms gripping at his side before he felt a touch. A light, and ginger touch. The particular hands of an unknown discreetly became the warmth of a figure by his side - small - the irises convulsed in jolt to the action of support, already maneuvering him through flocks of people as his pain struck sightings peered tiredly to the girl. So the money thing must've worked then. premising his bribe was the reason, he was still relieved that he would be able to go "home" without the old-man questioning where he had lurked off to, or, how he had gotten so grazed. After all, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be staying here for awhile.

Before his own insight portrayed they had disembarked into a small clinic - thankfully not busy - he commenced the speechless gaze of a nurse who ceased in all movement to their entrance, plainly shocked by his injuries before stumbling over and influencing him into her own support - the delicate hold of the previous girl slithering from his other arm as he barely glanced back to look at her - vanishing by the close of a door. The older woman precised him to sit on the white bed of the room, the clatter of tools resonating from the meager proximity - brash behaviour expressing no heed to his worry of an emblem but the injuries that outlined his body. "H-Hey wait!" a mild path of red flooded into his cheeks, uneased by the fact she had removed all of his upper "clothing" - bruised stomach the only regard as her optics alit in a wave of even more surprise - before meeting the red that tainted his hand. Without delay, he used the other to mask it over, fully aware she had already witnessed it.

"..I used to be in it.." he lied, "Once you leave that place its marking stays with you forever.. how do you think I got these injuries in the first place- ow!" the woman was not paying attention, and had already remarked a motion of long, flawlessly white band-aids to coil around the upper half of his chest. The concluding section to every wound that was already covered the last of them all. "We get a lot of people in here, Mister.. so don't worry about it. Just sit back, and rest. You won't be able to leave for awhile." she remarked while tending to the purple flesh, tinted by the fracture of rib bones - appreciatively not broken whole. "Huh!? I can't be in here for awhile! I'm fine so-" cleaved by vocalization once again, the lady forced him back onto the bed, his agonized nerves straining at the force of her thrust - lastly liberating from the room with such a careless looking smile.

The option of escape was labeled within his casually flowing thoughts, steering toward an open window that urged him to snake out of the bed, immediate confrontation to the floor enough to sit him back onto the soft structure as his arms reclined messily infront of his chest - a crease remarked along his evidently annoyed features. "Tch, this is stupid." spoken to himself, the sudden announce of another voice caused him to twist towards the door in utter befuddlement - comprehending that his own wounds were the cause of his lacking in senses as he without delay regonized the figure that stood before him. "For the sake of humanity?" his eyes boredly met hers, turning back towards the window as his bare and bandaged back only met her view - lengthy and still binded locks messily falling from his shoulder. "Ah.. I see. Well, if I were you, I'd take the money. After all, whats the point in bothering with the sake of humanity anymore?" a pause, "You must live a pretty boring life if thats the only thing you think of.. although, that stupid will is what saved me, so I guess I should appreicate it for now." sarcasm belched from his lips, observing the life that herded left and right outside his window - distant voices spanning to his ears, "You can go now, shorty.. I have nothing else to say to you." he waved her off like a nobody - when really he was probably in no position to act so cavalier.

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