Apollo hadn't been there to witness the entire thing from the start. He'd come in at the tail end of the argument, when most of the damage was done.. and Apollo had been fruitless in his efforts to stop the argument from escalating into something more horrifying.
At least he understood despair a little better.
It had taken him a while before he was able to get help; once he did, once Phoenix had gotten settled, the paranormally-inclined boy hadn't left his side. Except when necessary, and even then (after setting the coordinates on his PIN) he'd pop back ever so often to check on Phoenix.
This was one of those times. The fourteen year old PINned back into the clinic hallway, glanced around (as though to check and see if anyone followed or was about to stop him), and then snuck into Phoenix's room.
His eyes widen when he notices Phoenix moving on his bed, and he moves swiftly to the bedside. Apollo is careful to be as quiet as he can, reaching one hand to the battered man.
Phoenix looks up, blinking. Ah, that Apollo boy again... The one who'd tried so hard to help him out when Kristoph was laying into him. He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Hey... uh, sorry about all of this," he begins.
The boy shook his head and hesitated at the side of the mattress. For a moment, he looked as though he was trying to say something -- then trying again. This went on for a couple tries before he finally gave up the ghost, so to speak, and sat himself down in a chair by Phoenix.
"Don't be sorry, Mr. Wright," he mumbled as soon as the words came to him. His eyes trained on the ground. "It's my fault for not being able to do anything."
He shakes his head. "Apollo, I know how you must feel, but you can't beat yourself up over this. If anything, it's my fault for setting him off in the first place." He sighs running his hand through his hair -- and wincing a bit as he remembers his left didn't come out so well either. "I just... I guess I wanted to rub it in. That he'd lost entirely by a bit of circumstance. I was stupid." He sighs. "If I'd just kept my mouth shut, none of this would've happened. But I underestimated him."
He closes his eyes and chuckles. "Typical. I spend a month worrying about losing my badge, and I finally get it back only to lose my pointing hand. Just my luck."
Whether Phoenix likes it or not, he's getting a visit from one Mia Fey. She got word of his actions via word of mouth, and not coming to see Wright would be walking away from the problem. it doesn't take her long to figure out what room he's in and his current condition from the local staff.
It's not usually like her to just meander into a person's room, but Phoenix gets the lone case this time around. She doesn't even need to say any words, as the expression on her face is full of anger.
Ohhhh boy. Does he ever recognize that look. He swallows, then closes his eyes. "I know, I know, I'm an idiot. Go ahead and chew me out, I deserve it," he says, sighing. "It's my fault for not realizing how dangerous he really was."
Mia just stares at him for a few seconds, before walking over to the bed. Oh if looks could kill, you'd be dead by now, Phoenix. Instead of inflicting physical pain, Mia knows that the only way to gt her point across is through words.
"Why did you do it? I think you had an inkling of an idea that Mr. Gavin was bad news, but still...why? Weren't you thinking about the consequences of your actions?"
Phoenix mulls over his words a bit, trying to think of a way to explain this. "...honestly? No." He closes his eyes. "Mia... I saw the story the first time on the news. Realized what he'd been holding back. And when I realized the whole mess was the result of some sort of petty revenge... I guess a part of me just wanted to rub it in, to show him that all his attempts to crush me had failed. I wanted to shine for a bit." He swallows. "After all... the man had given me hell about it for a month. I was resigning myself to throwing my whole life away, and to have it just pass me by, to find out all the little details that he was hiding..."
He shakes his head. "It was stupid. And I guess I'm too used to having a court to protect me during those moments. I have no excuse." He holds his casted hand up. "...but at least I know how not to handle the Kristoph in my world now."
Novak has go after he gets Phoenix settled - he's a slave to his phone, right? - but when he has a couple minutes of free time, he returns. He's a fairly concerned-looking lizardman, leaning over Phoenix's bed and taking stock of his injuries.
"What, my dearest spikey-headed friend, have you gotten yourself into this time. Were you kidnapped again?"
He blinks, then chuckles. "Oh God, I'm a running gag. No, it was just me being a cocky ass and paying for it," he replies, shaking his head. "I should've realized EXACTLY how dangerous he was, but I just wanted to feel like I had the upper hand for a change. Ha."
He rubs his face. "I'm really an idiot sometimes," he adds, somewhat bitterly.
"That blonde jerk, right? I mean, I don't exactly like blaming serious injuries on their givers, but you know, psychopaths, not really the best kind of people to be cocky with. They may, you know, snap your wrist. Good clean break, though. He could have, you know, made it need pins or something. Clever breaking your objecting finger. Okay, I'll shut up. Anyway, need anything? Water? Food? His head?"
[Oh good God, he's admiring the form.] Phoenix shakes off this rather disturbing train of thought and focuses on Novak. "Um, no, I'm good. I doubt they'll keep me much longer, either; there's nothing really life-threatening. And, well, I'm not really a head-hunting type. Eh heh..."
He pauses. "Still... it's a little discomforting that he's just out there, still able to hurt somebody else some way or another, and I don't have a clue what to do about it..." he admits, looking somewhat troubled.
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At least he understood despair a little better.
It had taken him a while before he was able to get help; once he did, once Phoenix had gotten settled, the paranormally-inclined boy hadn't left his side. Except when necessary, and even then (after setting the coordinates on his PIN) he'd pop back ever so often to check on Phoenix.
This was one of those times. The fourteen year old PINned back into the clinic hallway, glanced around (as though to check and see if anyone followed or was about to stop him), and then snuck into Phoenix's room.
His eyes widen when he notices Phoenix moving on his bed, and he moves swiftly to the bedside. Apollo is careful to be as quiet as he can, reaching one hand to the battered man.
"M.. Mr. Wright...?"
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"Don't be sorry, Mr. Wright," he mumbled as soon as the words came to him. His eyes trained on the ground. "It's my fault for not being able to do anything."
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He closes his eyes and chuckles. "Typical. I spend a month worrying about losing my badge, and I finally get it back only to lose my pointing hand. Just my luck."
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It's not usually like her to just meander into a person's room, but Phoenix gets the lone case this time around. She doesn't even need to say any words, as the expression on her face is full of anger.
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He awaits your bollocking, madam.
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"Why did you do it? I think you had an inkling of an idea that Mr. Gavin was bad news, but still...why? Weren't you thinking about the consequences of your actions?"
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He shakes his head. "It was stupid. And I guess I'm too used to having a court to protect me during those moments. I have no excuse." He holds his casted hand up. "...but at least I know how not to handle the Kristoph in my world now."
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"What, my dearest spikey-headed friend, have you gotten yourself into this time. Were you kidnapped again?"
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He rubs his face. "I'm really an idiot sometimes," he adds, somewhat bitterly.
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:D?
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He pauses. "Still... it's a little discomforting that he's just out there, still able to hurt somebody else some way or another, and I don't have a clue what to do about it..." he admits, looking somewhat troubled.
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