17.3 [frustration]
Claire walked into the bathroom, or the 'loo' as the Billy Idol vampire called it, and locked the door behind her. She didn't care if anyone else needed to get into the small room to use one of the toilets because she had a mission in mind now. She had her mind set on it even before she got to the hospital and the fact that Hank asked her to do it only makes her more determined.
When Cain let himself out of one of the stalls, he blinked at the sight of the petite blond waiting for him. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled at her, even if he knew.
"You're not putting me off any longer, Cain Callahan. I've waited long enough and Hank has had everything that you asked for her to have. So now we're going to fix your hand." Claire informed him in firm tones as she reached into her inside pocket, pulling out a packaged needle.
"Fuck off." Cain muttered at her, turning to walk over to the sink.
"Cain, I swear to god, I'll just stab you if I need to." Claire started towards him and then stopped quickly when he whirled around to face her.
"I said, not right now!" He roared at her, shaking a bit.
"Yes, right now." She yelled back, just as loud if it were at all possible. "Look, I get it! I get the whole wanting the pain thing, I really do...."
"You don't know anything." He spat at her, twisting away in the sudden need to hide.
"Don't tell me what I do and don't know." She stalked closer, coming to his side as she wasn't going to let him escape. "The pain makes everything clearer. It has a way of snapping everything into clear focus and it's a good distraction from the emotional pain." She could see the flicker in his eyes as he glanced over at her with a fresh sense of annoyance for her getting it. "And if you have the pain, you're not going to want anything else. Am I right?"
Instead of answering her, Cain curled his hands into fists. Well, he tried with the one but it was hard to pull off fully as it was broken but there was the pain she was talking about. It burned up his arm and he shuddered from the pain as it stole his breath. Claire watched him silently for a moment before she set the needle down and started to peel her jacket off.
"What are you doing?" He asked her, breathless.
"I'm going to heal your fucking hand." She muttered, not really one for swearing but now she was on edge. She was on edge and feeling raw with everything that had gone on. She wasn't really worried about her language because right now she was worried about Cain. "Your daughter asked me to and so I'm going to. I'm going to because you're my friend and as your friend, I'll help you with everything that comes afterwards."
He went back to saying nothing as she picked up the needle, ripping open the packaging to pull the needle out. When she was ready, she stabbed the tip into her arm and pulled at the topper to draw out a full vial of blood slowly. When she was ready, she looked at him with a gaze that told him she wasn't backing down. Hell, he was sure she would knock him down if she needed to. Or she would call for Bee and anyone else who was around. "Fine." He gave in.
Claire nodded her head just once as she watched him pull up his sleeve and then she moved the tip of the needle to his arm, right around the same place she had stabbed herself. Pushing the needle in, she started to push at the topper as she slowly injected him with her blood. She heard him gasp and once again she wondered what it felt like to other people when her blood started through their veins. "I need to set your hand."
"Okay."
She grabbed his hand, watching him closely for a second before she focused on the task at hand instead. She grabbed his fingers, knowing from experience how to do it and so with a few cracks she started to set his hand back into place as her blood helped him to heal. Still, he grunted before he clenched his jaw to swallow back any noise of pain but there was no hiding the shimmer of tears when she looked up at him again.
"Cain?"
He didn't answer her right away, seeming distant as he watched the last of the scrapes fade away on his hand till it was left perfect and whole. She wondered if he felt bad about being healed while his daughter still lay in a hospital bed just a few feet away. Finally, he looked up at her and the tears had clouded his vision completely. "Someone fucking shot my kid, Claire." His voice sounded small and far away.
"I know." She whispered as she tossed the needle into the sink to be dealt with later. Turning back to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him but it wasn't nearly as hard as he hugged her in return. She was thankful for the fact that she couldn't be hurt as he squeezed her so tightly that she was sure he was going to break something.
"Thank you, kid." He murmured and his voice sounded strangely hoarse as he put his forehead against her shoulder.
Claire didn't respond, she merely hugged him back and closed her eyes with a sigh. She had helped him like she had promised to do and maybe that would make things better for the moment but the frustration was still there. Along with the desire to hurt whoever had started all of this.
She was definitely going hunting later.
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fear_noevil used with love and permission]
When Cain let himself out of one of the stalls, he blinked at the sight of the petite blond waiting for him. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled at her, even if he knew.
"You're not putting me off any longer, Cain Callahan. I've waited long enough and Hank has had everything that you asked for her to have. So now we're going to fix your hand." Claire informed him in firm tones as she reached into her inside pocket, pulling out a packaged needle.
"Fuck off." Cain muttered at her, turning to walk over to the sink.
"Cain, I swear to god, I'll just stab you if I need to." Claire started towards him and then stopped quickly when he whirled around to face her.
"I said, not right now!" He roared at her, shaking a bit.
"Yes, right now." She yelled back, just as loud if it were at all possible. "Look, I get it! I get the whole wanting the pain thing, I really do...."
"You don't know anything." He spat at her, twisting away in the sudden need to hide.
"Don't tell me what I do and don't know." She stalked closer, coming to his side as she wasn't going to let him escape. "The pain makes everything clearer. It has a way of snapping everything into clear focus and it's a good distraction from the emotional pain." She could see the flicker in his eyes as he glanced over at her with a fresh sense of annoyance for her getting it. "And if you have the pain, you're not going to want anything else. Am I right?"
Instead of answering her, Cain curled his hands into fists. Well, he tried with the one but it was hard to pull off fully as it was broken but there was the pain she was talking about. It burned up his arm and he shuddered from the pain as it stole his breath. Claire watched him silently for a moment before she set the needle down and started to peel her jacket off.
"What are you doing?" He asked her, breathless.
"I'm going to heal your fucking hand." She muttered, not really one for swearing but now she was on edge. She was on edge and feeling raw with everything that had gone on. She wasn't really worried about her language because right now she was worried about Cain. "Your daughter asked me to and so I'm going to. I'm going to because you're my friend and as your friend, I'll help you with everything that comes afterwards."
He went back to saying nothing as she picked up the needle, ripping open the packaging to pull the needle out. When she was ready, she stabbed the tip into her arm and pulled at the topper to draw out a full vial of blood slowly. When she was ready, she looked at him with a gaze that told him she wasn't backing down. Hell, he was sure she would knock him down if she needed to. Or she would call for Bee and anyone else who was around. "Fine." He gave in.
Claire nodded her head just once as she watched him pull up his sleeve and then she moved the tip of the needle to his arm, right around the same place she had stabbed herself. Pushing the needle in, she started to push at the topper as she slowly injected him with her blood. She heard him gasp and once again she wondered what it felt like to other people when her blood started through their veins. "I need to set your hand."
"Okay."
She grabbed his hand, watching him closely for a second before she focused on the task at hand instead. She grabbed his fingers, knowing from experience how to do it and so with a few cracks she started to set his hand back into place as her blood helped him to heal. Still, he grunted before he clenched his jaw to swallow back any noise of pain but there was no hiding the shimmer of tears when she looked up at him again.
"Cain?"
He didn't answer her right away, seeming distant as he watched the last of the scrapes fade away on his hand till it was left perfect and whole. She wondered if he felt bad about being healed while his daughter still lay in a hospital bed just a few feet away. Finally, he looked up at her and the tears had clouded his vision completely. "Someone fucking shot my kid, Claire." His voice sounded small and far away.
"I know." She whispered as she tossed the needle into the sink to be dealt with later. Turning back to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him but it wasn't nearly as hard as he hugged her in return. She was thankful for the fact that she couldn't be hurt as he squeezed her so tightly that she was sure he was going to break something.
"Thank you, kid." He murmured and his voice sounded strangely hoarse as he put his forehead against her shoulder.
Claire didn't respond, she merely hugged him back and closed her eyes with a sigh. She had helped him like she had promised to do and maybe that would make things better for the moment but the frustration was still there. Along with the desire to hurt whoever had started all of this.
She was definitely going hunting later.
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fear_noevil used with love and permission]