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Angelo had done his best to be patient with her, though he often failed miserably. He considered it a flaw of hers, not his, and he just made it a part of his day to some how piss her off. It wasn't difficult, she had as much patience as he did, so they wore out around the same time each day and found themselves at each others throats by lunch

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Evelyn gave Harold a double take as he dragged one of the bodies out. It was so surreal for her. She turned back to Angelo, and once all the bullets were out, she let his hands go and laid them on his chest.

The doctor patched her up well. There wasn't anything too serious. Just a bunch of nicks and cuts, one that needed a butterfly clip but no stitches.

When she was done, she came back to Angelo and wiped the sweat from his face, trying to soothe in. She knew once the medicine kicked in, he would be fine.

She looked to the doctor. "Should we try to move him into bed?"

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"Not yet." he said, watching Angelo carefully, watching the bag of blood. Harold fixed up the dining room so it looked like nothing had ever happened.

Finally about 15 minutes later, with the blood in the bag gone, and some of Angelo's color back, Harold was allowed to help Angelo to bed.

Angelo, leaning heavily on Harold, snickered at Eve. "You gonna tend to my wounds?" he asked, sounding almost drunk. Bare chested and still bloody, his hair a mess and bruises blossoming on his skin, he just looked ridiculous. Even the doctor rolled his eyes.

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Evelyn followed them up the stairs and gave him a huge roll of her eyes. "Oh, my life's ambition, finally coming to fruition," she said, dripping with sarcasm.

She opened the door to his room and helped Harold get him onto the bed. She looked him over. "You look absolutely...disgusting," she noted. "And is that..bits of flesh in your hair? Oh god, that's so gross."

It was only just now that she was noticing this since it didn't seem that his life was in the balance anymore. She looked to Harold, wondering for a moment how to word her question. "Should you wash him..?"

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Harold was a quiet man, and he shot a frown at Angelo. "Yes. Your hot chocolate should be ready around now, by the way." he said, nodding down to the kitchen. Angelo rested his head heavily on Harold's shoulder, and the larger man just frowned to himself.

His limp had given him issues on the way up, but he seemed alright once he was again on solid ground. He drug Angelo into the bathroom and got to work on getting him undressed. Not only had Harold seen Angelo naked before, but he had children, and he was able to view Angelo as nothing more than a child in need of a wash.

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Evelyn nodded, saying "Thank you," to him quietly. After they went in, she stood in the bedroom a moment. She felt bad. Clearly this was taxing Harold with his limp.

She walked up to the door, already hating the innuendo that would come from Angelo. "You sure you got it, alright, Harold?"

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"Yeah. Unless you want to wash his balls." he joked out to her. Angelo could be heard laughing, and then cursing. Harold had made her a tiny plate of food, and some sweet cinnamon bread, to all go along with the hot chocolate.

Angelo was washed and dressed in pajamas by the time she was back in the apartment, and Harold had tucked him into the bed. Angelo was fighting him on the idea, but he didn't have the strength to get up and get out of the bed.

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"Children," she muttered to herself as she went downstairs. She was surprised by the food, but also grateful. She came back up to see them settling Angelo into bed.

"Thank you for the food, Harold," she said. She turned to Angelo, coming up beside the bed. "Those pain meds should be kicking in by now. How do you feel?"

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"Fucked up." he answered woozily. He had already been pretty messed up thanks to his blood loss, but the pain medication made his already sorry state pathetic.

Harold gave her a light gesture. "He's all yours now. Enjoy." he said, heading for the stairs. Angelo was settled down in the pillows, obviously half awake.

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She nodded to Harold, wanting to beg him not to go, but keeping her mouth shut. She turned back to Angelo and nearly groaned. "You're going to be trouble, I just know it. Ok, well you try to sleep. I'm just going to get cleaned up."

She looked him over, making sure that there wasn't anything else he'd need before grabbing a fresh pair of pajamas and heading into the shower. It only took her ten minutes until she came out, smelling like soap and wet hair hanging around her face. She grabbed the other pillow off his bed and laid down on the floor. She had no idea how he did it. It was insanely uncomfortable.

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"I tried to tell Harold I need to take the floor." he explained as she took a pillow. He had looked asleep, and maybe he had been, but once he heard her moving around he woke up completely.

"You can sleep up here." he offers, shifting a little, his cheek catching and dragging a bit so one eye was closed.

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"I'm fine, really." She always had to act tougher than she really was. "It's important that you're comfortable. You need all the rest you can get." She rolled over, finding yet another bruise that was in contact with the hard floor. Her body ached all over and her injuries were finally making themselves heard.

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"I won't molest you." he promised, chuckling to himself, but then he hissed in pain and curled up a little bit. "Fuck." he whispered, gritting his teeth. Most of the pain was gone, but aggravating his injuries only served to send a swell of pain over him.

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"Right, because you're so perfectly innocent." She got up on her knees to look over the bed to see what happened. When she saw that he seemed ok, she smirked. "See? Even your body is telling you to stop making fun of me. Now quit moving and talking and go to sleep."

She lay back down, a process that took longer than normal with her sore muscles and deep bruises.

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"Please? You make me nervous. I can't protect you from here when you're there." he said, sounding more earnest.

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She snorted a laugh. "Please, in your condition, I think we know which of us will be doing the defending." She had finally given in and got up as she said this, picking her pillow up with her. She eyed the bed suspiciously and hesitated.

"I swear, if you try anything funny, I'll have no problem beating up an injured man, got it?" She went against her better judgment and climbed into the side that had more room and laid the pillow down under her head. She sucked in a breath at the pain. A pain he could probably tolerate with no trouble at all, but for her, it was all too annoying.

She lay on her back right along the edge, putting as much distance between them as possible. "Besides," she joked. "We already know how good I am with a shot gun."