Another dreadful day. Clouds congregated in the sky blotching the stars, twilight faded as night took over, taking over the sleeping city. Wreathing in pain as his nauseous body pulled along, slowly, all he could think of is to get somewhere safe, but where? Mind in doubt, body shuddering and joints scraping, things couldn't get worse, he grimaced. More scars littered his body, and more wounds seep in, he growled and groaned, limping slowly as essence slowly poured away. He was delirious, confused, like a rabid animal, alone, dejected. Every time fate seemed to drag him, not wanting his suffering to end, why? He collapsed against something hard yet warm, it was comforting on the most part, with it's wooden structure staying true. It had a handle, it was made of a slick brass, so was the hinges of the door as well with his eyes narrowing in pain. He groaned, desperately he crouched, peering through the key hole. He saw a eye, a gentle looking one doing the same as he was, he froze The door opened, with a slender figure taking several steps backwards, with him collapsing onto the floor unable to help himself up. He mumbled, he groaned as his body slowly failed him. He saw a figure through a wince. It was Kyra. He slightly eased. She was shocked, surprised, astonished at the state he was in. Adrenalin filled her body as her mind tried to process what just happened. She went up to him in earnestness and helped the cripple, he winced and whined as his wounds opened, it stung, feeling like every step made they made, made the wound expand, his eyes followed her. "Don't worry, going to patch you up-, seriously you scare me with these stunts you pull." she sighed Helping him down, with his writhing and groaning refusing to stop, resting him on a couch, fluffing a pillow laying his head down slowly. She grimaced, stood up, escaping from his sight. She returned, with a surgical scissors, cotton, a bucket of water and a rag. His eyes rolled to the side seeing the scissors
Time passed, clothes bundled up in a pile. Her face was more astonished, the amount of scars, bruises, gashes, the gaping crater in his stomach convulsing in agony, her surprised look phased out, with her picking up the bucket, slowly cleaning his wounds, adding anti-septic, which smelt of lemons, clearly made his trembling and groaning get worse "Toughen up you big baby, you're lucky I'm here" she mused, he objected with a loud growl. It was not much of a struggle, with bandages and plasters patching up his shattered self. She placed down the rag back in the bucket, wiped the sweat off her face, she looked into the bucket with her pausing in disbelief. It was murky, with a red glint reflected by light illuminating from within her house, murkier than oil, having this strange pull that lured her thoughts. She shook her head, stood up, and returned some time later. The house was comforting, with a cool warmth hanging about, the lights where more dimmed than usual, with A TV to his left being on,, displaying some the news, it was hard for him to decipher what it was saying. A small coffee table made of glass also sat not too far away, pristine with a polished look making it seem new. He looked at the bowl with uncertainty, it was a throffy stew, with little bits of meat, carrots, cabbage, complimented by a orange liquid, it unnerved him, he looked toward her with uncertainty, displaying a awkward grin while doing so "Do I really have to- that-" he croaked. Pointing towards the stew that sat on his lap, she nodded with a stern look on her face. Looking for a excuse he attempted to sit up, but collapsed into a cough, with some parts of his body going numb. She had a disappointed look on her face, before kneeling down next to him, picking up the bowl and feeding him. The soup was rather sweet to his surprise, yet he found it draining every time he took a spoonful, his eyes weakened, unable to keep them open. She smiled softly, putting the stew on the glass table.
Picking up a blanket she had folded up and wrapped around his already cocooned body. She smiled softly, she dimmed the lights, before resting on her arm chair, clicking the remote scaling down the volume, she watched something about houses.