OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Who: Little Washu, Lilith Sahl and Abel Nightroad
Where: The hospital
When: Backdated to after Toshi pwns the shit out of Lilith
Rating: R for the blood~
Summary: OH SHIT LILITH GOT RIPPED THE HELL UP OH GOD WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO AAAAAA MEDIIIIIC
the log: It wasn't supposed to be this way... Oh God almighty, it wasn't ever supposed to be this way again. He'd been so happy... They had been happy. Just to see her, to feel her again, to hear her voice. He'd have given everything just to make sure she'd never be hurt. Why hadn't he listened? Why?! He could have come back after it! He could have recovered from one explosion, he'd done it once before... Several times before! He could have done it again! She would have been fine, he would have been in pain, but fine! Even that.... that man could have gotten out alive!
Why hadn't that man backed down first? It's all his fault. The damage done to him. Lilith. The pain now felt. All of it. He should have killed him back there.
Abel shook his head violently, slamming into the hospital even as the wings were slowly starting to slither away once more, leaving tattered shreds of clothing behind as the razor feathers sliced a little more away. It was no matter. Everything else was of no importance. The city itself could be falling around him.
Liliths blood was staining his hands. His clothes. Dripping onto the floor. Her blood. Her blood. He'd done it again. He'd turned his back on her for too long. He'd let her get hurt again, and now he paid the price for his carelessness.
He knew where to go. He always did. It was like the door wasn't even there. He simply slammed into it, the remaining bits of 02 putting enough strength behind it to rip it right from it's hinges, the man simply walking on top of it like it was supposed to be there.
"Washu!"
Liliths body in his hands. Held close to his body as if he could give her his own health, heal her with mere contact.
Where: The hospital
When: Backdated to after Toshi pwns the shit out of Lilith
Rating: R for the blood~
Summary: OH SHIT LILITH GOT RIPPED THE HELL UP OH GOD WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO AAAAAA MEDIIIIIC
the log: It wasn't supposed to be this way... Oh God almighty, it wasn't ever supposed to be this way again. He'd been so happy... They had been happy. Just to see her, to feel her again, to hear her voice. He'd have given everything just to make sure she'd never be hurt. Why hadn't he listened? Why?! He could have come back after it! He could have recovered from one explosion, he'd done it once before... Several times before! He could have done it again! She would have been fine, he would have been in pain, but fine! Even that.... that man could have gotten out alive!
Why hadn't that man backed down first? It's all his fault. The damage done to him. Lilith. The pain now felt. All of it. He should have killed him back there.
Abel shook his head violently, slamming into the hospital even as the wings were slowly starting to slither away once more, leaving tattered shreds of clothing behind as the razor feathers sliced a little more away. It was no matter. Everything else was of no importance. The city itself could be falling around him.
Liliths blood was staining his hands. His clothes. Dripping onto the floor. Her blood. Her blood. He'd done it again. He'd turned his back on her for too long. He'd let her get hurt again, and now he paid the price for his carelessness.
He knew where to go. He always did. It was like the door wasn't even there. He simply slammed into it, the remaining bits of 02 putting enough strength behind it to rip it right from it's hinges, the man simply walking on top of it like it was supposed to be there.
"Washu!"
Liliths body in his hands. Held close to his body as if he could give her his own health, heal her with mere contact.