It’s been four days since the surgery, and his heart is pounding in his chest. Viktor had made it through the surgery, though not without some complications. He and Heimerdinger were the first ones allowed to see him, called in on the third night after their patient had apparently been begging. However, he’d discovered from Viktor’s drugged ramblings that he’d also been calling for Kitt. When he had checked, he discovered that Dr. Tethrin had excluded her from the priority visitors list, which would keep her away for at least a week. There was no way he’d let that happen, not with Viktor calling her name in his addled sleep.

 So, here he is, sneaking Kitt in through his connections with the Council. He’s still in the middle of catching her up as they walk. “I swear, Tethrin must have been pretty pissed you to keep you off that list. I made sure the nurses would change the papers, but just to be safe, let’s not draw any attention…”

 He stops by the door, his hand hovering over the knob before he hesitates away and looks to her with a serious, yet sympathetic expression. “You should uh…probably be prepared. He looks pretty rough. The bandages will look bad, but it’s just the healing process.” He pauses again, grimacing slightly. “And he might be a little out of it, with all the medications he’s on. They’re doing their best to prevent his fevers from getting too bad, but his body has been through a lot.” He nods one last time as affirmation, then opens the door.

 It’s a ward, with three other patients in similar beds to Viktor’s. All are held in the prone position, with their backs exposed and bandaged. The gurneys they’re in are large and overly mechanical, almost resembling a circus wheel rather than a bed. Curtains are drawn around two of the beds, with one open and showing a mother sitting beside her child’s gurney, reading quietly. She glances up at the two visitors, then back down to the book, minding her business.

 Viktor is there, in his own bed, laying prone with a cannula up his nose and an IV tube in his arm. He’s covered in bandages, bruising, and supportive restraints. His messy hair hangs about his face, obscuring his eyes and expression. His back rises and falls slowly with each breath, and his wheezes are slightly audible past the hissing of his oxygen tank. He looks significantly paler than he did before.

 Jayce quietly approaches the bed while holding Kitt’s hand, guiding her closer. “… Viktor?” he calls quietly. There’s no response. “… It’s Jayce. Kitt’s here, too.”

"Alex? .. Hon? .. What's happened? .. Has there been another attack?"

He's smoking his pipe. The moment Kitt comes to his side he puts it away and huffs the last billows of it away from his lungs and fans the area out of respect, despite him knowing Kitt partakes even if as a facade for her heists.

"No, I had a fight with a friend and they flooded the area like the mature adult that they are." His voice drips with sarcasm but not at Kitt's expense.

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Leondas had not been awake for long. A later start than he was accustomed to, but nothing out of the ordinary. He lay on the couch comfortably, his hands folded across his stomach as he allowed himself to wake slowly. Even when Kitt would arrive, he did not immediately stir. Until he smelled blood.

His eyes snapped open, catching a glimpse of his friend stumbling into the washroom. He only hesitated for a moment before he followed her, sensing something was wrong.

He could not hide his stare when he saw her. Concern etched into his features, but something lingered behind his intense gaze. Something angry stirred. The words tumbled from his lips. He would wait for her explanation, but with each slow inhale he would detect more unfamiliar scents. Above the sharp scent of blood were others, mortals he did not recognize. Faint but present all the same.

He listened to her in silence. Each word brought him closer to that deep-seeded rage. The faerie grit his teeth behind closed lips, swallowing thickly. He knew what to do. He'd known the moment he'd scented others on her clothing, her blood that they'd spilled.

She went silent and he remained so. His gaze fell elsewhere for a moment, darting along the floor. His breath fell heavier. While his features remained emotionless, his eyes told all. Sharply, he turned and headed for the door. His footfalls were heavy, intentional. The door was flung open and he headed outside.

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It is rare for someone to look upon Sebastian and do so with innocent delight. He is a creature that astounds, allures, abrases, but to delight? And to such a sweet degree? How he missed this one.

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“I mean- of course not in any bad way!” He quickly tried to correct himself.

He understood his companion, he knew what it was like to wander around a lot. But now he was happy settling down, for the moment.