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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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"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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