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Who: Elle Bishop & Kutner
What: Ruby drops Elle off at the clinic for help
When: Early Thursday Morning (5am)
Where: Clinic in the castle
Rating: PG13

The thing that worried Ruby the most at the moment, was that Elle was worse off than she had assumed she'd be. It was the fact that within two days she'd been possessed, let go and tortured, and now possessed again that was taking a toll on the body. Elle had been through the worst of it and survived, and now getting her the help she needed was the foremost thought in her mind. The injuries didn't bother her though, with the exception of the slight limp that was making her take a lot longer. Finding her way back to the castle, without really having too many onlookers catch sight of her wasn't too difficult this early in the morning.

Either that or it was just too commonplace for someone to be wandering through the city this banged up.

Sam and her had spoken the night before, and Ruby was now realizing just how far gone the Sam she cared about was. Being honest with herself took some thinking, but trying to get back Sam through this loss was about the dumbest thing she'd done. If she wasn't already in such deep shit with him before, now when he came back it'd be even worse.

She should've stopped him. Laughing a bit Elle's voice echoed in her mind as she realized that the way Elle looked, Ruby might not have been able to stop him. Trying to stop him might make him lash out, might make him do something far worse than just beat up the blonde that Ruby was walking into the clinic.

Pulling the castle doors open Ruby felt Elle, slip out of it again inside of her. "Don't you dare die on me," Ruby lectured to the body she was wearing.

Pushing into the clinic she knew how it looked, because it looked bad, "Hello? Anyone? I have to explain what's going on here and if I leave before I can explain, Elle might die."

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"Elle" and "die" in the same statement was never good. Anyone's name and "die" in the same statement was never good, but it was especially pertinent when it was someone he actually knew. He was bounding to his feet out of a light sleep and making his way to the front desk. When he actually got there, what he saw was something else entirely.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, before looking for the other person who was speaking, moving towards Elle to help her get to the back somehow, someway. He couldn't find the person, so he figured it might be better to ask her, if no one else. "What happened?"

Ruby shook Elle's head, exhaling a bit as she started to move back into the clinic further. At least she could sense Elle coming out of it again inside, but it was about to get way worse when she had to leave.

"Look Elle got herself into some trouble, I'm going to take care of it, but right now you need to start treating her. When I leave, she's going to pass out and everything I'm doing to keep her coherent and with me? Goes with me."

Now Kutner was just confused, but waited until he got Elle up on one of the beds before questioning it further. "And you're -- not Elle?"

Because this was going to become an even weirder conversation of that was the case. He didn't stop treating her in the process, however picking up the stethoscope from the table next to the gurney and starting to check her heart and breathing.

Ruby didn't have time to explain. She knew the longer she was inside of Elle, the more it was doing to her, and the greater chance she had of hurting her when she did finally leave.

"No. Look, I'm possessing her. It was the only way to get her back here quickly. I'm sort of like her life support system at the moment. I just can't stay..."

Ruby looked the guy in the eye, "You're going to have to take a step back."

Possessed? Kutner didn't know exactly how to respond to that, but he just did as she said and took a step back, waiting to see what exactly it was this girl was going to do.

He was worried, considering he still didn't know what happened to her, but if Elle was still conscious when the person "possessing" her was gone, he should be able to get what happened from her. If not, he'd treat whatever he could find.

"Wait -- does she have any internal injuries?"

Ruby was about to vacate, when the guy spoke up. Annoyed she glared at him, "I'm not the doctor? I don't think so. Her arm seems to be the worst of it, and the rest is a lot of surface and knife work. She's got a burn too, and her electro-whatever is working a-okay."

After giving him a look as if to say, 'that it?' Ruby shook Elle's head and shut her eyes, loosening herself from the inside of Elle. There was no gentle way to do it, and part of her wished she could just shut down inside of her and let the treatment happen before she needed to leave.

Sam was still back in the city, and she knew that their little talk the night before was more or less for nothing.

In a rush of movement, Ruby pushed herself out of Elle. The black plume of smoke rising up from Elle's mouth and leaving the clinic through a vent as quickly as she could in order to return to her own body elsewhere.'

Elle's body slumped over backwards, back onto the bed that Ruby had made her sit down on. She was still there, somewhere but that took whatever strength Elle had gathered, right out of her.

Kutner watched with a bit of amazed shock, before moving back over towards Elle again, gently starting to reposition her on the bed behind her so that she was laying down more comfortably. His questions could wait until later -- right now he needed to make sure she didn't die on him.

Two weeks or not -- wasn't going to stop him from doing his job.

"Elle? It's Kutner. Can you hear me?"

If Elle could say that everything hurt, it would be a grave understatement. Everything hurt, and at the same time she almost couldn't feel any of it. There was part of her that had been aware of what went on, and then the rest of her shut it out. Shut down. Whatever defense mechanism she could muster she had to have used.

Then there was darkness, and a feeling of confinement and being pushed against a wall. Forced to hold fast to a surface that was raking against her back, as something moved around her.

Thinking about it made her want to hurl, but then there was a rush of everything in her slipping away and whatever had pressed her to that wall, let her fall.

The impact of falling within ones self was brutal, and even now she could only faintly hear the sound of her own name. Her body shifted though, which hurt now that she was starting to regain connection to her own body.

Kutner moved as gently as possible, moving a pen lightly over her face to check her pupil reactivity and other tests. His hands ghosted over her gently, checking for whatever injuries he could find and making note of how he was going to need to address them later.

"If you can still hear me, you're dehydrated and probably in a lot of pain. I want to put you on IV fluids with antibiotics and a low dose painkiller." He slipped his hand in the one closet to her. "If that's okay, squeeze my hand."

Under any other circumstance Elle would've resisted any sort of needle being shoved into her. She would've refused an IV drip of any kind and would've insisted on walking out of there herself to go track down Claire and -- there was something about Claire. It was there, in her mind, but she couldn't sift through the pain to bring it to focus.

Elle could barely sift through the pain to do much of anything except feel the warmth of a hand to hers. Everything was slowly waking up, all the nerve endings, all the muscles that ached and felt like they'd been lacerated.

Falling asleep would be so much easier than trying to wake up, but Elle still made some attempt to brush a finger against the hand holding onto hers. Something that she could pull thought to and actually make work.

"Okay," he said slowly, gently brushing her hair away from her face with his free hand. "Just relax, okay? By the time I'm done, you'll be good as new. You're safe."

He was worried -- really worried, to be perfectly honest, but for right now he was confident that she was going to be okay. He squeezed her hand gently one last time, before moving away to set up the IVs and get to work on dressing her wounds.

Maybe she should be grateful she was still alive, but instead it just made her stomach sink. She had trusted him, actually cared about Sam and to know that he could do that to her...

There wasn't any doubt in her mind that it was a loss, but even with that to consider? There were a lot of people that went on dangerous losses, but she hadn't heard that any of them did that to someone. That girl turned into a vampire, but there were other people to stop her. This was sick.

As time passed she flickered in and out of consciousness, trying to rest when she actually could tell she was going to rest, and to stay awake when she knew she couldn't sleep just yet. Her life was slowly being able to be summed up into small sections of things she wanted to forget. Her childhood, her father, Peter, Adam, Sylar... and now this. There wasn't anything she could think of that she wanted to keep for herself, and no one that at the moment she thought was worth the risk anymore.

What was the point of meeting someone here, if the castle could just flip a switch and make them kill you. She could have that at home, she actually did have that at home. Which is why she was dead there.

Now all she could do was just wait and see if she was going to have a two week vacation courtesy of someone she thought was a friend, or if she was going to have to explain her injuries every day until she healed.

Kutner gave her a few hours to rest and recuperate a bit, before he came back to check on her again. He wanted to know what had happened. He wanted to know who had done this to her so he could warn someone. If there was someone dangerous out there, he wanted to help catch them before they hurt someone else.

"How're you feeling?" he asked as he went to check her vitals and the wounds. He was going to have to change the dressing on the burn soon, but he was willing to take his time.

Everything still hurt, and it wasn't the pain that was overly upsetting either. Pain she could deal with, hell the torture wasn't even the worst part of it -- the person behind it was. Shifting a bit she could feel the tug of the needle in her arm, the tubing that pulled taut when she flinched from that as well.

Instinct wanted her to rip it out, but she was too worn out to even want to attempt that sort of behavior. Instead she just wanted to curl up and ignore everything for just a bit longer. That wouldn't help, in fact she was sure it would hurt more than anything.

Opening her eyes she didn't need to focus to realize where she was. How she got there was still sort of a blur though. Turning her head she saw Kutner and exhaled, "So not dead then." Her voice was strained, and her head ached.

"No," he said with a soft smile. "Not dead."

He made his way around the edge of the bed, gently taking the burned arm in his hand. "I'm just going to check this and change the dressing. I stitched up all the other wounds, and they should heal nicely." He paused for a minute, as he started to work on her arm.

"Is there anyone I can get in touch with for you? A friend I can filter something to?"

Wincing lightly she felt the tug of the tape being pulled off her arm, and the gauze that stuck to the wound being removed. The pain gave her something to focus on at least, but she hated this part. She'd been shot twice, her head sliced into, varied electrical overloads, bumps and bruises and now she could add tortured twice to her list.

Pulling in a breath she chewed on her bottom lip while he tended to her arm, and shook her head to his question, "No."

Even if there had been people that should be told, at the moment she didn't want to trust anyone other than herself. Those that cared about her would just be like everyone else, and eventually she'd be alone. It was easier to just be used to it like this.

He paused for a minute. He could sense that something was wrong, and it was something psychological -- and well, that wasn't in his job description. But he could at least try, and even if that wasn't enough -- he would find a way to make sure she got taken care of. He really didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone, at least not right away.

"I could check in on you for a while, if you'd like. Just until you get back on your feet?"

Keeping silent for the moment Elle wasn't even sure what she was going to do at this point. She wanted to kill Sam. To make sure she got to him before his loss was over, just so that he knew that this wasn't okay for him to do. Though the actual reality of that felt like too far from now. Her injuries, despite how well Kutner had taken care of them were going to take a while to heal.

It wasn't as if Claire was going to be willing to...

There was something there, in the back of her mind about Claire and she couldn't remember what it was. Focusing back on Kutner she shrugged, wincing a bit as she did, "You don't have to. I'm not going anywhere just yet."

He nodded slowly at that, before pausing as he sat down on the stool next to her bed. He had finished dressing her arm, and was finished with what he needed to do in the doctor capacity for the moment. Right now he was just going to focus on Elle in a friend one.

"Can I ask what happened? Whatever it was that brought you here -- they weren't so big on the details."

Furrowing her brow she glanced at him with a bit of a laugh, "Of course, she brought me back. Nice of her to offer pick up, delivery and returns."

Taking a slow breath and letting it out Elle tried not to get too upset, but she had trusted someone and once again she'd been let down. It would be over, and Sam would try to apologize, to say it wasn't him, that it was the castle. Which to her was ridiculous, that girl wasn't on a loss and she just led her right into the lion's den.

"I trusted someone, and I shouldn't have. That's all."

Kutner's face softened slightly as he reached for her hand again. "I'm sorry, Elle. People shouldn't have to go through stuff like that."

He wasn't sure if he should keep pressing or just let her rest, but he felt like he should know more about what happened. So that he could warn someone, or something. But right now, he didn't think that was what she needed, so he just stayed where he was and was ready to listen, talk, whatever she needed.

"Yeah, well it's par for the course of my life. I'll survive here at least."

Shutting her eyes she tried to block out all the thoughts that raced through her mind. Exhaling she turned her face away from Kutner, staring at the wall instead. If she could get her mind to stop, she might actually get some rest.

Kutner took the rolling away from him for what it was -- a sign for him to leave her alone, and left it at that. He pushed himself to his feet at that point, before nodding.

"I'll let you rest. In a few hours, I'll come back and check on you again."

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