05-07-2012, 07:12 PM
Rion only stood at the door, looking at Hezza, for a moment or two. He wanted to wait around for her, but was exhausted. The man turned on his heel as the last of the sun hid from their quiet little city. As he passed through the living room, he gave one last glance to the stranger on his couch. The doctor had told Rion the same thing he told Hezza; call an authority figure as soon as possible. Rion was so caught up in being a hero that he neglected to realize that this stranger could be a danger to him, to Hezza; to the entire Third City. He remembered the faces of the inhabitants. They were petrified. Rion only hoped that they didn't have reason to be. Plus, the guy was severely injured. He couldn't hurt a fly. Right?
Rion rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fists, sighed, and started up the stairs to the restroom. He needed a good, long shower. He just hoped the warm water and relaxation wouldn't make him faint. Rion peeled the sticky, sweaty, bloody clothes from his tight figure, folded them, and placed them on the ground beside the bathroom door. He was a very neat, meticulous man, with very strict routines. He examined his body in the mirror, noting minor bruises and scratches, but that was usual. He tilted his head, wondering what tomorrow had in store. He turned on the hot water, and let himself melt in the water's embrace.
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Slade sat upright and awake in his dark bedroom. He heard the shower sputter and fully flow; he knew the doctor left because Rion was too far up his ass to have left his side. He shifted uncomfortably on his bed, and decided to stand and stretch. He was still exhausted; his body almost refused to move. He pushed himself off of the bed, and teetered across the room to look out his window. Hezza was still standing there, alone. It was as if she sensed his presence, because, not long after, she departed for the home. He heard the door open and close.
He thought about rushing down the stairs to her with a blanket, but that would only muddy the waters even further. He didn't want to be affectionate with her; she didn't trust him, and he, sure as hell, did not trust her any longer. Slade pouted and returned to his bed.
Surprisingly, he fell directly to sleep.
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