[img]http://i.imgur.com/LaeXGP5.png[/img] [b]Tagress: Hospital: Stairs[/b] It was without warning Moira suddenly found her body lurched uncomfortably, her body rising, rising up into the air, lifted on top of Tiberius’ shoulder, and suddenly, unceremoniously, carried towards the Pride’s room in the Hospital’s Recovery Wing. Her face was lit a bright crimson shade, as sudden expletives rounded out the rest of the building’s sound. Trixie and Lucien continued to be awkwardly carried in the man’s giant, inescapable grip, with the arm carrying Lucien cradling Moira’s body and similarly making it impossible for her to escape (Lucien’s body was thrown rather awkwardly when his arm was lifted). “Honestly… to think that you people managed to prevent Abraxis from being summoned… unbelievable…” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] A loud crash echoed throughout the hospital as Moira, Trixie and Lucien were dropped in the centre of the room’s floor. Marcus and Lisette blinked in silent incredulity as they saw Tiberius enter, with Syed sheepishly accompany him at the side, his index fingers poking one another like a child who’d just been caught stealing cookies from the jar. Moira continued to rant, rave and swear, as Trixie and Lucien just groaned. Nikki lazily awoke from her slumber. “Hnn…” Tiberius frowned, looking across the room, and noticing all of the empty beds and missing Guilders. A heavy sigh left Tiberius’ mighty chest. “Oh well, you can tell your friends later, I’m not repeating myself.” “Tell our friends?” Marcus blinked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and, upon placing a bookmark in his book, closed it shut and left it to the desk on his side. “Mr. Rex, how can we help?” “I just have some news I wanted to relay to you…” Tiberius scratched the back of his neck and yawned. “Plus I wanted to congratulate you all on a job well done. Well… most of you.” An icy glare was shot towards Moira. “Mr. Rex?” [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] Estelle’s head now poked out of the curtain underneath Lisette’s, her eyes going wide once she saw Tiberius. “TIBERIUS!!” Estelle shouted, dashing out of the partitioned bedroom (and almost tripping over the curtain in the meantime), running straight towards the Guild Leader… and then launching herself in the air and into his arms, her hands stretched around his bulky neck and hugging him tightly. “IT’S BEEN SO LONG!!” “…hey Estelle…” Tiberius grew bashful. --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [b]Tagress: Hospital: Rooftops[/b] “Oh, hey Selan…” Don nonchalantly murmured, his cigarette still drooped to one side, its smoke lazily wafting into the air. "Well there you are. Don't you think it's time you returned to your room? You're still injured, you know." Don winced at the mention of injured, his mind instantly racing back to then. The sensation of her neck gripped in his hands, squeezing. The rebound of his bat colliding with Selan’s shoulder jolting back into his arm. His eyes briefly flicked to her, to her bodies and the injuries he had given her, and he looked away, tightly shutting his eyes to silence the memories, to little avail. "You seem to get this way every so often..." Selan said softly. “…’this way’?” Don replied out of confusion. What way? “They said I’m not allowed to smoke in our room, so I had to go outside.” “That’s not what I meant…” Selan sighed. Don frowned again, not understanding. He knew he was a dunce, and very slow on the uptake to a lot of things, but this in particular really stumped him. His memories drifted back to something he was told, once upon a many moon ago by one of his bros; Clive. [i]‘Women are a mystery, big bro!’[/i] They sure are, Clive. They sure are. Don took another slow drag of his cigarette, blowing rings into the air. The silence in the air was nauseating. What could he do to break it? What should he do, if he should do anything at all? He came up to the roof to be away from Selan, unable to look her in the eye without feeling terrifically guilty. He had hurt her, and nothing could change that. Nothing could change the fact he was exactly like his father. If his body didn’t ache so much, he’d have probably ran away the moment Selan spoke and vaulted over the side of the roof barrier just to get away. Oh, but he’d probably die if he did that. What should he do? --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png[/img] [b]Tagress: Hospital: Recovery Ward: Private Room[/b] [i]Tap tap tap[/i] What? [i]Tap tap tap[/i] Amy’s eyes slowly opened, her gaze automatically turning to the window, where a very annoying tapping started to repeat. Her face screwed up tight… and then suddenly the window was shunted open! [img]http://i.imgur.com/P4YXqzD.png[/img] And in flopped a young man in a hospital gown, his messy blonde hair adorned with a dirty beanie. Picking himself up off the floor, Trent’s eyes continued to scan each and every new room for any sign of the Head Nurse. She may have grabbed Dylan and dragged him away, but that was of course no guarantee. He was sure he had given her the slip so many times to no avail, that it couldn’t help just to be careful. “What are you doing?” Amy’s biting words startled his heart, and he collapsed on his behind. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah- oh hey it’s you.” Trent quickly recovered, his mouth clapping shut. “You’re what’s-her-name. The brat’s mother.” Amy’s eyes flared up. “I am NOT her mother.” “Aunt?” “I am NOT her aunt.” “Cousin?” “I am NOT her cousin.” “…grandmother?” [b]“I AM NOT HER GRANDMOTHER.”[/b] “Nothing wrong with being a grandma, y’know. Cripes, I don’t fucking know then! Her fairy godmother?!” [b]“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, YOU LITTLE FUCKING TWERP.”[/b] Amy’s voice stabbed through Trent’s heart, and panic began to quickly mount in his face. He raised his finger, urging Amy to shush. “Shh, shh, do you want to wake everyone up?!” Trent’s eyes shiftily turned side to side. “Look, sorry. You’re actually pretty cool, you know. You helped heal me, right? Thank you. I like you.” Amy was actually a little taken aback at first by the sincerity of Trent’s thanks. Certainly something she didn’t expect, and at first she wondered if he was being sarcastic, or facetious. But looking at his face… he seemed to genuinely mean it. He just had one of those gods annoying act-before-thinking personalities that seemed to be rife lately. “Trent… why the hell are you here?” “I’m running away from a gorilla…” Trent started to reply, having crossed the room and starting to peek through the door. “This nurse wants to give me a shot in the butt! Can you believe it?! I… oh crap, she’s heading straight this way! Help me!!” Beofre Amy could react, Trent was already running. And the door slammed open, the Head Nurse peeking inside with Dylan still trapped in her clutches. Her terrifying visage scoured the room for the source of the peculiar shouting she had heard, before settling on Amy. And then her face turned innocent sweet. “Is everything all right in here, miss?” Trent was currently hiding in Amy’s bed, his arms and body gripped as tightly to her body as possible to make himself appear small and inconspicuous from the outside. He didn’t want a butt shot. He didn’t, he didn’t, he didn’t!!