Lee to the Rescue~!

[chaolanmalice]

After carrying Quistis into his townhome, Lee racked his brain for what he should have been doing next. Was he to take her to the infirmary? Hell no. He couldn't do that. Someone would ask about this and he knew someone would be smart enough to figure out what she'd done. He'd have to protect her just a bit longer. He paused by his bed to rest her

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[_quistis_trepe_]

She sat up and moved to the edge of his bed by scooting herself then stayed there. Again and again she attempted to figure out what the hell just happened and still came to no good conclusions.

[chaolanmalice]

When he'd returned, he was carrying a bowl filled with hot water, and over a bare, rather muscular arm, was a damp rag. He looked at her for a moment and then knelt down to sit upon his knees before her. And in a gentle movement, he leaned forward to daub at the cuts upon her shoulder with his rag, trying to cause as little disturbance as possible.

[_quistis_trepe_]

Some of the slices were clean and made quickly, while others were more jagged. It looked as if someone had tortured her for a while and had been more of the sadistic sort. Upon closer inspection he could see a small incision across her throat that was no deeper than a papercut, or a scratch it also oozed blood. The one upon her throat straddled her jugular vein as if she planned to go all out or so to speak.

[chaolanmalice]

As he looked her over, his grey eyes met hers and he shook his head slowly. Oh, yeah. He'd been scared shitless. Damn kids and their emo, rock and roll music. "Don't ever do that again. You understand me?" He couldn't even pretend to act a little nicer. He was genuinely annoyed...or worse.