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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:18 pm
It hurt to breathe, his skin itched, and even after powering down he couldn’t get the taste of vomit out of his mouth. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him like this but he’d rather it be Blaise than Desiree or Liam. So once he made it to their street, even as the world continued to spin, he fought to try and focus on which house was theirs. He’d been there a few times but his head felt full of lead and each time he took a deep breath his entire body hurt.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:25 pm
Blaise had been home that night, watching his tv in the living room, when he’d heard the knocking on his door. Someone being here this late was unusual, he didn’t get guests really, and he never brought people home to bed; he didn’t want them ever turning up to bother him at home. So he was curious, as he approached his door, over who could be on the other side at this time. At first when he opened the door he saw no one, as he was expecting someone to be standing there. A glance down however left him stunned.
“s**t.” He didn’t need the blood on his doorstep, his neighbors would have questions, he also didn’t need someone dying here.
Bending and reaching for the other Blaise went to pull them inside, working to pick them up. “What the hell happened?” Aside from an obvious beating of some sort, what the ******** had they messed around with? “I don’t know if I have enough to help…” He had a first aid kit, it made sense to have one, but did he have enough to handle the others injuries and did they need more than he could provide? Not even in terms of supplies but care.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:25 pm
Everything felt like it was muted as he tried to focus on what was happening. He’d barely heard them curse but he did feel all the aches as they tried to move him. It wasn’t the easiest thing even with their help but it made holding his side less of a struggle as he leaned some of his weight on them.
“I dunno… something in my side.” He’d felt and heard a crack but since he could still breathe, even if it hurt, it couldn’t be too bad right? Once they’d gotten him inside and away from prying eyes, he managed to wipe the blood from where his nose had smacked into the ground. “Just ‘m face.” Mumbling as he squinted against the all too bright lights. Maybe they were just normal lights but everything still seemed amplified even if the kick had sobered him up in one way.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:26 pm
“Your side…” Which they were holding, damn it. This was, in his mind, without a doubt something he couldn’t handle and he needed someone to help in dealing with this. He didn’t know any doctors who made personal calls though, his family back home had an on call to handle anything that may come up, and a hospital….there would be questions. While his mind raced, trying to figure out the best course of action, Blaise was carrying the other to his living room and laying him on the floor; he’d concern himself with the carpet later.
For now he worked to yank the others shirt off as gently as he could, whilst also being quick about things, he needed to see what was going on. “You’re lucky you made it here from the look of things.” They looked like s**t, and he was already reaching for his phone so he could call Dessire. He needed someone, right? “I’ll see if I can get you help…let me get some wash cloths.” And hot, maybe just really warm, water so he could clean things up.
“Whoever did this…we’ll need to tell Melpomene.”
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:26 pm
The carpet felt nice, as did the fact that he wasn’t moving anymore. It was enough to slow the spinning of the world around him and gave him a moment to try and focus before he felt hands on him and pulling at his shirt. Yelping as they manhandled him, he tried to keep the fabric from pulling at his piercings while they pulled it off over his head.
By now, his nose had stopped bleeding, but when he tried to look at his side, he could see the dark bruise from that a*****e’s kick to his side. Groaning, he tried to stop them from calling Desiree. “Not them, I’ll never hear the end of it….” It was kind of pathetic, but he really didn’t want that cat here, judging and being all shitty about him getting beaten up by whatever. That and he didn’t want to have to explain why he’d been under the influence while out on top of that.
More than anything, he wanted to soak up more of their attention and care, even if he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, or to himself. “Just got kicked bad the once…” He wasn’t going to mention the other scrapes or lighter bruises were from the other night before, as well as just him genuinely bumping into things at the club without realising how hard he hit things. Those scratches on his arms were where he’d tried to dig his nails in to get the feeling of crawling bugs to go away. The awareness hadn’t been there, but that had been purposeful since he didn’t want to think about things even if he ended up exactly where he’d been trying not to end up.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:26 pm
“Fine, not her, are you sure your ribs aren’t broken?” If they didn’t need help, to be seen, then that was good and Blaise would trust their opinion on it even though Rafayel seemed to be out of it. The other seemed to actually be under the influence of something, he was going to assume alcohol but wasn’t entirely certain. “Do you want heat or cold for your side? I can help you into the guest room upstairs and then get you either one for that bruise.” To help with the pain the other was no doubt suffering, how hard had they been kicked?
“In the morning you can tell me about whoever did this. Then we’ll tell Melpomene.” Because he would need to know, he could tell his spouse and Dessire then. “You’ll also explain the other injuries to me in the morning, when you don’t look so bad… and when you are sober.”
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:27 pm
It took time for him to replay what they were saying as he breathed and tried to figure out if he had broken anything or not. He wasn’t a doctor, nor was Blaise, but if he could breathe, it was fine, right? He hadn’t broken something serious.
“I think so, yeah, I can breathe.” Slurring as he spoke, he rubbed his hand over his side. They were talking so fast, at least it seemed like it, and it took longer each time for him to muddle through it and respond.
“Yeah, upstairs maybe… I dunno. Hot or Cold?” He wasn’t sure which was supposed to help, though he’d know either way in the morning. Pushing off the carpet clumsily, he tried to sit up and shook his head at the question of explaining. He hadn’t wanted an interrogation, not really.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:27 pm
Sighing Blaise was worried, he was still considering a doctor regardless of what they said, as he slowly moved to help the other up. Time to get them upstairs and into a guest room. He’d figure it out on the way up there, he could contact Dessire to see if she knew any doctors who might make house calls; since he didn’t. He wouldn't be surprised if her well off family had one, a lot of rich families had on call doctors, it wasn’t uncommon as a way to keep things out of paperwork and from being whispered or spoken about.
The walk up the stairs took time, a lot of time, but they did make it and Blaise headed them to the guest room across from his own bedroom. Nudging the door open with his foot the dark haired male sighed, this was a lot of work, as he shifted the others weight before moving them into the bedroom slowly. “Think you can strip yourself down? I can get you some bed clothes to change into, you can shower in the morning…” Unless they really wanted a shower now, then he’d make sure it was a bath, he was worried about jostling them too much before they were seen; he’d decided someone needed to see them tonight.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:28 pm
The whole shuffle upstairs seemed to pass in a blink, or at least he was only really fully aware of part of it. The throbbing in his side didn’t help much, and when they’d made it up the stairs, he’d almost tripped thinking there was one more step to take.
When they’d mentioned stripping, he stopped and pulled back even as he swayed. The last thing he wanted was to be seen without clothes by someone who could actually remember and be aware of things. His mouth moved, but it took a second try to get the words out. “I can do it after the door is closed.” While he was fine without a shirt, he’d spent more than enough on surgeries and post-op recovery to have no visible scars; he hadn’t gotten around to the rest of what he needed done. The downtime and issues with his vices made it hard to get something lined up for the more serious of the surgeries.
Leaning against the doorframe for a moment, he rubbed a hand over his face to try to think about things. At least enough to get some sort of response out.
“Just pants or something.” It would be fine, he figured.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:29 pm
“Alright.” He could understand people not wanting to strip around others, it was natural enough, it could always lead to some uncomfortable feelings afterwards and Blaise understood that well enough. “I’ll grab a pair of sleep pants from my room for you. I’m also calling Dessire to see if she might know a doctor who makes house calls, I just want to double check those ribs.” Because neither of them knew for sure, and being able to breath didn’t seem like proof enough that one wasn't broken.
“If you need a shower, or rather a bath, let me know and I can try and assist you in reaching the bathroom.” Since stripping in front of him was not a thing for the other, which was fine, he just didn’t need the other trying to get to the bathroom on their own and tripping and getting even more hurt…or dead; dead was bad.
“I’ll be right back, you can start stripping if you want.”
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:29 pm
Moving slowly, he finally sat on the bed. Sitting had seemed like an easy enough task, but as they mentioned Desiree again, he groaned. “I hope she doesn’t show up to lecture me…” Pulling at his shirt with no real rush, it took him a few tries to get the crop top off and then the fishnet long-sleeved shirt underneath it.
It took a moment for his eyes to focus as he looked down at himself. The bruise on his side was bad, and there were more scratches all over than he’d remembered. Had he started scratching in his sleep? It was hard to untangle the past week to figure things out, so he just leaned back until he flopped flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling light.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:29 pm
“I doubt she will.” But with any luck her human had a personal doctor that they could lend to them, just to make sure the other wasn’t too broken. While shuffling about his own room Blaise went to get his phone from where it was charging, in order to shoot the mauvian a text asking about help and a doctor.
Finally settling on a pair of lounge pants he made his way back to the guest room. “Do you need any help? I imagine you’ve got to be sore.” And moving had to be hard, not to mention painful, for the other and it was best he help if possible in order to lessen the others suffering. “I have a message out to Dessire.” She should, with any luck, respond quickly to him and with a solution.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:30 pm
For a moment, he wondered if they were talking about the same cat when it came to lectures, but that thought floated away as he stretched and felt the mistake that idea was. Looking back up as he heard Blaise return, he gave a non-committal shrug, considering he’d gotten his shirt off, and that was the hardest part considering things.
Groaning slightly as he sat back up, he reached for the pants and shook his head. “I got this, I’ll change into them in a minute. Do you have any….” Thinking for a moment, he tried to remember what painmeds reacted with what other substances. “Advil, yeah, I think that’s the one. And… maybe yes on an icepack.” Looking to the side a bit as he thought about things.
“I hope she doesn’t start fussing. I’m tired of all the nagging and pressure.”
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:30 pm
“I can get you both thighs.” Since he was smart enough to keep both on hand, having stocked up on ice packs since becoming a dark mirror senshi, he had a need for a fully stocked medicine cabinet and he’d not really needed it personally. He’d done really well, so far, about not getting hurt so thus far the medicine cabinet, and the ice packs, had not been needed really by him but right now he was glad he’d stocked up on things.
“So Dessire I doubt she’ll do more than worry and give me a number for a doctor…” At least he hoped so; he hoped she had the number for a private doctor. “I’ll leave you to change, I’ll grab you what you need and some water.” And maybe something to eat, something light perhaps? A quick nod, with the other having the needed clothing, before heading off to gather what was needed, including water downstairs in the kitchen.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2026 6:31 pm
It sounded good and as soon as Blaise left, Rafayel struggled to wriggle out of his tight jeans. But once they were off and he let them fall to the floor in a heap, he pulled his phone up and got into the pajama pants. They felt so loose compared to what he was used to, at first he worried they might be falling off so he pulled the drawstring tighter and tied it.
It was nice having them help, even if he wasn’t happy about Deisree potentially getting involved. It seemed they had different opinions of the mauvian, probably due to the blackmail she had on him that she didn’t need for Blaise. They were from another country anyway, something he knew probably made it hard to pull information up about if he hadn’t been here long. It sounded nice, going somewhere nobody knew you and getting a fresh start without the past clinging to you.
Sighing he scooted back on the bed and pulled the blanket up over his legs. He could hear Blaise downstairs as he took the time to check his phone and look to see if any new work contracts had popped up. It was a slower period right now between holidays and with school so he had more downtime than usual, something that hadn’t been ideal.
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