glanced out the window to the dark street below... wondering if she'll ever see *him* again..

stumbles down Main Street, toward the clinic. He looks like hell, blood falling freely from his chest, his shoulder, his head, clothes_

ripped up and covered in gunpowder. Oh please let her be there, he thinks, wondering if he'll make it before he loses his battle to retain_

conciousness.

saw a man stumbling about, thinking it was a drunk man and about to turn in for the night before she spotted the man under a lamp post._

"Ivan!" she cried out and dashed down the stairs to open her door. " I-Ivan!" she ran out to catch him before he could pass out. " What_

What happened to you?? " she asked, pulling him into the clinic.

someone grab him and pulls him away, but doesn't have the strength to struggle. He looks up, eyes completely glazed over with pain. It_

takes a few seconds of him searching her to realize that it's Ly, the woman he was looking for. "Got in a fight," he mumbled, edges of his_

vision blurring.

"Jesus, some fight.." she locked her door and placed him in one of the emergency rooms, gathering all her necessary items. " Stay awake_

for me.." she told him, ripping his shirt toget a good look at the bleeding wound.

's eyes are a bit unfocused, but he nods, clinging to conciousness as best he can. His shoulder is completely numb and he doesn't think he_

can move it. His chest, however, feels like it's on fire.

knew the bullet didn't pass through his body, so before she could do anything, she began to chant a little incantation, her hands roaming_

just above his chest. What ever metal slid right out and attached it's self to her hand. " There... " she murmured, placing them in a empty_

container. Soon after, she grabbed a towel, pressing it against the open bleeding wounds, applying pressure as she reaches over to obtain_

a vile of liquid. " Talk me through what you did the other day." she demanded, wanting him to stay awake.

watches her preform magic, mesmerized by the sight. She says something, not realzing at first that she's talking to him. Then again... he's_

the only one there, so she must be. Isn't he alone with her? He can't tell it hurts too much. "What I did..." he says slowly, as if he does_

not understand what the words mean. "I... stayed home. I moved in with my sister recently and... there were things... to organize." He_

pauses, brow furrowed. What happened after that... his sister... Natalia? Yes, there was something there, he just couldn't grasp it._

"Natilia..." he starts then trails off. "Something happened, I think. So I went out..."

nods, listening. " Sister huh? Is she okay?? does she know what happened to you?" she asked, pouring a vile of smelly liquid into his wounds

waiting for him to call out in pain as it burns any infection and stops the bleeding. She was trying to work fast to save him from any more_

pain..

bites his lip as the liquid starts to burn at his skin, resisting the urge to cry out. "Nyet, I do not think she knows..." He stops and_

stares off, eyes looking right through Ly as if she was not even there. "Natalia... what had happened to us?" he whispers quietly.

sighed, worried. " Okay.. hush now.." she hummed at him wanting him to save his energy. Now that most of the damage was taken care of, she_

cleaned the wounds, placing her handy gel onto clean gauzes and wrapping up his bullet holes. " Now.. that should cover it all.."

quiets, watching her work. Her fingers move deftly, cleaning his wounds with a practised ease. His gaze however, kept being drawn to her_

face, studying the countours of he cheeks and the way her hair feel in her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. He nods in response to her_

words, not entirely hearing her. He feels almost as if he watching life happen to him on a televsion screen with the volume turned way down_

unable to talk to the actors around him.

((...television does not exist in steampunk. Genre!fail. OTL.))

(( Hehehe!! <3 ))

hasn't noticed his staring, as she finished up with cleaning his burns. " There... all done, the gel i placed on your wounds will heal your_

skin over, but won't heal fully, you need to rest... I have a room upstairs you can sleep for the night..." she stripped off her bloodied_

apron and gloves.

listening more carefully this time and he manages to get the gist of what she is saying. He simply nods, not knowing if he is even able to_

speak at this point. Exhaustion has long since seeped into his wounds, making it hard to do anything but go with the flow at this point.

"come now.." she told him, knowing he was unable to speak at this point. "Lets get you upstairs..." Slowly, she lifted him to a sitting_

position, then to his feet, leading him down the hall to the staircase.

follows her directions without question or complaint. She could have been leading him back into the hands of that bastard Niels and he_

would not have cared in the slightest. He allows himself to be led to the staircase. Something tugs at the back of his mind, something_

about how situations have changed, which is supposedly funny, but it flits away before he can really get a grip on it.

also had that thought, but didn't think that this was a very funny matter. Ly kept an eye on his feet, making sure he didn't trip as they_

finally made it to the landing. " Only a little further..*yêu*"

barely alert enough to realize that he is going up stairs. All of his energy is focused on not falling, because he knows if he does, he_

won't be able to get up. After awhile, they reach the top, pauing for a second while Ly catches her breath. He does leans on her a bit more_

heavily. He's starting to get tunnel vision and he's not sure how much more he can take.

finally made it to the room, turning to place him sitting on the bed first, before tugging off his boots. "There now.." she smiled, helping_

him lie down. "rest.. I'll be in the other room if you need anything.." she murmured, brushing his bangs a bit as she watches his whole body

relax.

led into the guest room, falling back onto the bed the moment Ly helps him sit down. His vision swins a bit before his eyes and he hears_

words being said softly, in a comforting tone. It's nice, acting as almost a lullaby to him. He thinks he feels a gentle hand brush his_

hair from his eyes before giving up and sinking into oblivion.