alchemic-mechanisms:

theloyal-k9:

Dolcetto had been up in his room, almost ready to fall asleep. His thoughts had been on Eden all day long and he found himself worrying about her. He hadn’t heard from her in a week or so and she had the tendency to get into trouble. Or trouble have the tendency to find her. Either way, he’s worried about her.

“Should I go see her?” He speaks aloud. He knows where her apartment is but he doesn’t want to come off as overprotective. He of all people knows how much she hates that. He shakes his head and springs up from his bed. He grabs his jacket and heads down stairs.

The smell of blood hits his nose and his instincts immediately kick in. He walks over to the bar slowly and reaches behind it, pulling his katana out from hiding. He unsheathes it and quietly walks to the door. He pulls it open and jumps out, expecting an attacker. Instead he finds Eden on the ground, covered in blood and bruises. 

“Eden?” He drops his katana and kneels next to her, “What happened to you?” He doesn’t give her time to answer before picking her up gently. He pushes some things off the table and they clank loudly on the ground. He sets her down on the table and rushes off to attempt to find something to clean her up.

She cursed herself silently for choosing to come here. This was not the ideal place to come. All she was doing was worrying him and she knew it. Another groan escaped her as pain flared through her side. She pushed herself up off the table and stood up for a few moments, testing her weight on her legs to see if she could hold herself upright. Just barely.

Even so, she took a deep breath and started following after Dolcetto, gripping her side. How many damn places where bleeding? ”You’re being awfully loud and it’s late.” Her voice was low and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was trying to stay quiet or because she couldn’t speak at a louder tone. The girl lent against a wall near her and tried to stop at least some of the blood from staining things around her.

“What are you doing?” He snaps at her, ignoring what she had said, “Your going to bleed out, go back and lay down. Go.” He commands before digging through some drawers. and finally finds some bandage wraps. “Come back out here.” He holds out a hand waiting for her to take it. 

When she grasps his hand, he pulls her out back into the main room and makes her - at least - sit down. He leaves again and returns with a wet cloth and a couple dry ones. 

“Uh,” He mutters, not sure what to say next. He needed her to remove her shirt - or at least what’s left of it.