For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

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[plate_builder]

Well, that's all he needs. He nods and settles back on his seat. Soon enough they've arrived at the apartment and Reeve guides them out and into the building, slowly up the stairs.

"When was the last time you ate?"

[emovampboy]

Vincent doesn't object to any help Reeve gives, knowing he certainly needs it at this point. The question earns a shake of his head, however. "Not sure. Maybe two days?"

[plate_builder]

"I'll have someone bring some food."

But that's all something to think about later as he gets them to his apartment door and slowly through it. Mittens is there, mewling as if Reeve had abandoned her for months rather than hours, and he pushes past the kitten to get Vincent on the couch.

"Rest here. I'll get some potions."

[emovampboy]

Vincent takes a seat carefully, probably concerned about if he happens to be bleeding, although he does manage to pet
Mittens as she comes to sniff at him, waiting patiently on Reevd to return.

[plate_builder]

Don't worry about the sheets. He doesn't care. Reeve moves to start a pot of coffee before heading into the bathroom to pull out his first aid kit. And satchel of potions.

"Cape off if you can."

[emovampboy]

It takes him some time, and he may just be finishing removing the cape by the time Reeve returns, revealing that the left side was obviously gashed before, though the potions and Reeve's healing have healed most the injury; whatever may be holding up the healing is not visible, however.

[plate_builder]

That doesn't look good. Reeve looks horrified at the damage. Oh dear.

"I'm so sorry. That was my fault. I shouldn't have asked you," he says, voice soft and broken.

[emovampboy]

"Better me than innocents who wandered in looking for supplies." Vincent remarks, looking down to his side. "Besides, I'll heal."

[plate_builder]

“Pain is still pain my friend,” Reeve reminds him as he joins Vincent on the bed. First thing first of course. “Strip.”

[emovampboy]

"This isn't that bad of pain." Vincent assures as he begins to unfasten the shirt, working it undone and off. "Except if I walk around too much."

[plate_builder]

"Which you are always going to do," Reeve sighs as he leans in to take a wet cloth and wipe blood from the area of the wound.

[emovampboy]

Let him be cool, Reeve. It's his thing. Besides, he'll be wincing a few moments later as that cloth is touched to wound.

He will also be unable to see what Reeve will as the wound is cleaned; some sort of spike or spine is lodged into the gash, keeping it from healing, yet thankfully no where near anything vital.

[plate_builder]

Damn. Reeve sighs and reaches to his bag, ready to pluck the spine out.

"This is going to hurt. There's something in the wound. I want to pull it out."

[emovampboy]

"Alright." Vincent acknowledges with a nod, not fully surprised at the information, and gripping carefully to a sheet.

[plate_builder]

"What did you even fight?"

He pulls the tweezers out of the bag and grips the spine in them. Takes a break and jerks the spine free. And he immediately puts a cotton pad against Vincent's side and presses hard. Better not to risk bleeds.

[emovampboy]

Vincent winces again, though making only the faintest of pained sounds, and shaking his head. "Honestly... I lost count of what was there... Some not even from the area..."

[plate_builder]

"I'll have to figure out how far back to put barriers to try and keep people from the area. If something hurt you, then there is no option."

The average person would get hurt. Killed more likely.

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods yet again, and leans a little towards Reeve. "I'll give you my route later... for now, I think I need to lay down."

[plate_builder]

"Indeed," Reeve agrees. And he definitely doesn't hesitate to help Vincent lay down, in part because he really wants to make sure the man is there safely. Once he's got Vincent stretched out he returns to inspecting the would. Looks a bit better now. Like it might heal properly.

"Would you like another spell?"

[emovampboy]

Vincent seems grateful for the help, giving Reeve just the faintest of smiles, and does indeed stretch a little, wincing just faintly as he does.

"Another spell would probably not hurt."

[plate_builder]

"Typically they don't," Reeve agreed. Another brief moment and the spell is there, washing over Vincent. Reeve is quite pleased when it passes too, to see the way the wound has now sealed properly.

[emovampboy]

Vincent seems to relax as the wound mends, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair. "Will you need to go back to your meeting soon?"

[plate_builder]

"I'm here at your side tonight. You got hurt at my request. I'm going to help take care of it. I'm going to figure out what to feed you."

He pushes to his feet and moves toward his kitchenette. "But first tea. I have some I use for pain when I'm tired of aspirin."

[emovampboy]

Well, Vincent had thought of pulling Reeve down to join him on the bed if the man didn't have to return immediately, he had rather enjoyed being near him last time he was in town, but Reeve is up too fast, meaning it will have to wait.

Besides, something to dull what remains of the pain sounds nice.

[plate_builder]

Reeve starts water boiling in his kettle before moving to sit on the bed next to Vincent, reaching out to stroke his hair.

"I'm sorry I sent you in alone."