Saky took out some rubbing alcohol and some bandages as she waited for Jay to walk in. "This is going to hurt." She untied the cloth that was on it and rinsed it out with some warm water. "You've never been shot before have you? Good the it was just a graze. No bullet in there." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the check. "Her comes the pain." As she said this he poured some alcohol on the wound and let it do it's job for a few secs and wiped it off with a towel. "Alright hard part it done. All I need to do it wrap it up. Hey think you can look at my arm, I'm pretty sure I have a bullet in there and need you to get it out." As she said all this Jay's wound was wrapped and she was now looking at hers. She rinsed it with water and to a pin out to poke around with. Of course everying was sterilized before hand. She looked to Jay and handed him the pin. "Ready..."

Jay turned his arm toward her and looked down at it as she began to undo the makeshift bandage and clean out his wound. It was the first time he'd really gotten a chance to look at the damage done and he was glad to see it hadn't been too severe. The blood had already begun to settle and though it was a bit deeper than he was used to, it wasn't enough to make him pass out again. He looked when she planted a kiss on his cheek. He'd almost forgotten she had spoken until a sharp pain shot up his arm. Being taken by surprise, he cursed out loud and kept his eyes and fists clenched until the pain subsided.

After she'd wrapped him up he looked to her wound, a bit puzzled. He wanted to help her, but he wasn't a doctor. He didn't know anything about wrapping a wound let alone digging the bullet out of her arm. He took the pin as she handed it out to him, but he didn't look reassured at all. "You might be, but I'm not sure I am." He took to her wound and frowned. Though it was clean he could tell it was quite deep. After a few moments, it also began to bleed once more as if urging him to hurry along. "Alright...I know this is gonna hurt, so bear with me." Without a count or anymore warning he began to dig into her wound. He was surprised at how well he was taking it, considering he'd never been this close to a real bullet wound. After what seemed like ages, Jay heard the sound of the bullet hitting the ground. Blood was beginning to slow freely from the wound and was quick to begin dressing it once more. He acted without thinking, but he seemed to redo the wrapping rather well. He'd been silent through the process, but finally spoke up when he was done. "How's that? Does that feel better?"

Sakyda grabbed a towel and put it in her mouth. As he dug in to reach the bullet she tightened her grip on the towel and closed her eyes. Though Sakyda had been through a lot in the past, the process of getting the wounds clean was still a pain. Once she heard the bullet hit the floor the towel fell out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes she looked to her arm. "Well you did pretty good for a rookie." The tightened the wrap and then smiled at him. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to take a shower." She turn to start the water and plugged the tube. "On second thought I wanna a bath. Did you wanna join? It might hurt a bit since the wounds are still fresh but we do need baths."

(skip what happens of you'd like ^^ I'll leave you to the next day or something)

Jay was glad he'd done at least a decent job at patching her up, but a twinch of pain still made his own arm quiver. Sometimes he hated being an empath. As he'd worked on her, he could almost feel the pain she surpressed. He wasn't surprised she was able to do so, but it didn't make him any less in awe of her many talents. When she mantioned taking a shower, he nodded slightly and rose to leave her alone. However, he pause at he second question, idling in the doorway. His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, but he managed to keep him self calm as he answered her. "You sure about that? I mean, the tub is big enough for two, but I wouldn't want to crowd you or anything." He came off cool and collected, but as he glanced back at her, he had to focus himself forward again. He'd forgotten she was still in her undergarments. So much for Mr. Cool.

The light of the crescent moon shown down on the empty streets. One lone figure walked down the sidewalk, His leather overcoat shining from the moonlight. The tan leather of his coat crinkling slightly from age. His white shirt clinging slightly to his scrawny frame. Matching quite well with his black pants and shoes. A blue striped scarf wrapped around his neck and a tan colored matching fedora adorned his head. His skin was pale and his eyes were slightly sunk in. The iris's a bright silver. He wore black leather gloves and in one of his hands he held a bitten into apple. He walked down the street admiring the sights of this suburban outlook. "well..." He said quietly, "Looks like I've gotten lost again....what shall I do...?" He sighed as he took another bite of his apple.

The only thing that disturbed the evening were red and blue lights shimmering next to the Rolandburg Hotel. Though there had once been a large group of them, only a few officers and civilians were still outside. Up on the third floor, shattered glass from a broken windows and black soot marred the one beautiful face of the luxury hotel. It still stood proud and firm, but it was easy to tell it had seen better days. One of the officers noticed the man in the fedora and quickly began to approach him. He seemed a bit flustered and had a pen and clipboard held tight in his hands. "Sir? Sir! Is it alright if I ask you a few questions." The cop's name badge read 'Higsby' but it didn't take a genius to tell he was a rookie. "There was some sort of disturbance here at the hotel, do you know anything about it?" The questions seemed rehearsed, as though he'd been asking it to every passerby, but Higsby seemed rather serious and interested in what the man may or may not have seen. "Well?"

He looked at the police officer quizzically. "Why...no...no I don't know anything of this recent incident...I'm sorry, but I just arrived to this site when you just started asking me questions. But please, by all means share with me what you know hmmm?" He looked at the cop with his silver eyes. In the moonlight they appeared to shine.

Higsby looked around slightly as the man asked his question. He knew he probably shouldn't have been giving information to civilians, but this guy seemed trustworthy enough. "Well...it's a bit puzzling really. It seems there was an explosion in the hotel. There was no prior bomb threat and it seems to have only affected a small area on the third floor. Luckily, no one was killed and only minor injuries were reported." The cop lifted his hat slightly and scratched his head as he continued. "We've already interviewed everyone registered to that floor except for one newlywed couple. They haven't yet been found, but we've been assured by another elderly couple on that floor that they weren't the cause of this and that they got out safe." Readjusting his hat, he let it fall back down on his blonde head of hair. "So, we've been trying to..."
"HIGSBY! Are you telling important information to civilians...AGAIN!?"
Higsby flinched and a nervous smile was evident on his face. "Don't worry, Chief! I'm just finishing up with, Mr...." He looked back to the man, hoping he'd help out by at least giving the chief his name. Before darting off, he also added, "Though we don't suspect the couple, we still want to at least find and question them. One is an african-american male with glasses and dreadlocks while the other is a female that seems to be of a similar persuasion, but she has dark purple hair..."
"HIGSBY! NOW!"
With that, the rookie cop raced off, waving back at the fedora man. "Thanks again for the information, sir. Have a nice day!"

The man smirked and looked at the smoldering hotel. He wasn't surprised to hear their had been survivors. After all the chances of it were quite high. And he always counted down the chances...."Well...looks like I have a missing couple to find...." He smirked again as he continued down the path to....where ever he was going. About fifteen minutes down the road he spotted a small house. He shrugged and walked up to it. Deciding this would be the best place to rest for the night. He knocked on the door and when there was no answer he tried the handle. When he found it opened easily he smirked again and strode right in. It was clear this home had been abandoned long ago. The furniture was slightly ruined and the wall paper was peeling. There was an odd aroma of mold and rain water. He sat on the couch only to have a swarm of moths fly out to escape the sudden disturbance of their meal/home. He sighed heavily as he layed back and smiled. "Home sweet home for now....eh old boy?" He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep for the night.