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[vicarious_v]

V is at home, a thing that should come as little surprise, especially considering he has more proscribed art to hang on his walls.

Which is what he is doing now.

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[immmasellout]

So, we can assume he's not expecting a lot of thumps to come from one of his stair-wells. Someone's coordinates were a bit off. Ow.

[vicarious_v]

No, he wasn't really, and he makes his way there to investigate. There really shouldn't be anyone in his stairwell, after all.

[immmasellout]

There is a Meredith at the foot of his stairwell! A... rather bloody, bruised Meredith, curled in a ball at the bottom of the stairs, holding her ribs and trying not to move until the pain eases again.

[vicarious_v]

"What on earth happened?" is the obvious question as he kneels next to her, intent on getting a closer look at her injuries.

[immmasellout]

Someone's fists have had their way with her. "Seamus...." She tries to get up, fails. "Think he knows."

[vicarious_v]

There really isn't anything else for it. He carefully picks her up. "I don't have an abundance of medical training, but I'll do what I can..."

[immmasellout]

She winces, wrapping both arms around her chest. Something is grating nastily in there. "S'the only safe place."

[vicarious_v]

"Undoubtably." He places her carefully on the couch and sets about examining her ribs. "Hmmm."

[immmasellout]

There's an ominous soft spot just under her left breast, and she flinches when he touches it. Fortunately, she's not breathing like she has a punctured or threatened lung.

[vicarious_v]

With an admonition to stay put, V leaves in search of medical supplies, coming back with a box filled with all manner of bandages and antiseptics and painkillers...cottonballs and thisthats and whatnots, as though he'd raided a pharmacy lately. He probably had.

"You've at least one cracked rib," he told her, rummaging in the box. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to remove your shirt." Ah, there it is. He digs out a roll of wide bandage.

[immmasellout]

She does without argument, very carefully. After all, she nearly slept with the man. It'd be stupid to stand on false modesty now.

[vicarious_v]

A little more probing results, just to be certain, and he begins winding the bandage round her torso. For a while, he doesn't speak, simply tending to her injuries carefully.

[immmasellout]

She's grateful for his silence. It lets her try to gather up her scattered mind.

"Seamus is one of the men I used to sleep with," she says softly, as he's finishing the bandaging. "Before." Before V made her be honest with herself.