LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

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[sadisticwarfare]

[...That's a good question. Can Kimbley bleed? Whatever, he won't focus on that right now.]

Come on. Let me help you.

[He'll help support Kimbley to the bar of course, then practically push Kimbley into a chair so he can go get someone to help, or at least someone who can get in contact with someone who can help.]

[viliorate]

[The pain is bad, but he doesn't think it'll be fatal.

At least the idiot who shot him hadn't figured what ether of them were actually vulnerable to. The bar is safe enough there should be someone experienced with treating people like them around. At the very least the bartender could probably call someone.

Kimbley is staying put, but he's obviously not happy.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Eventually Archer returns; he's quick to explain the situation.]

I've called a doctor. They'll be here soon. Are you going to be okay until then?

[viliorate]

I'll be fine.

Hard to bleed to death when you're already dead.

[sadisticwarfare]

Well at least you're feeling good enough to joke.

[viliorate]

[This is probably a good sign??]

I can't believe that bastard shot me. I should have noticed him sooner. We could have avoided this.

[sadisticwarfare]

Don't worry about it. It shouldn't be too bad of an injury since it wasn't silver.

[Of course he's not entirely sure about that...]

[viliorate]

[It... really hurts.

About the only way he can cope at the moment is either more dark humor or complaining.]

I don't know what I'd do if it was silver.

[Probably lay on the ground screaming, actually.]

[sadisticwarfare]

...It's not something to worry about right now.

[The doctor approaches and Archer moves aside so he can tend to Kimbley.]

[viliorate]

No. I guess it isn't.

[The doctor spends a while looking Kimbley over before telling him he's lucky the bullet wasn't silver because it likely would have been fatal.

Removing the bullet takes time, but he doesn't lash out. He's hissing in pain once it's out, but Kimbley is fairly calm all things considered. The only sign he's agitated is his left hand flexing at his side.

He's not bleeding all over everywhere, which might be an advantage to not being human.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer waits until the doctor is done before approaching Kimbley.]

Are you okay? Is there anything you need?

[viliorate]

I'm fine.

[He's really not.]

It hurts, that's all. I need to lay down for a while.

[And maybe do something so it stops hurting.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Alright. Do you want to head home? I can always hunt another night.

[viliorate]

[He winces as he sits up.]

Let's go home. I don't want to try and sleep in a bar.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course.

[He'll help Kimbley get home and settled in bed.]

...Are you going to be okay?

[viliorate]

[Getting Kimbley to sleep comfortably is always an adventure because of the spikes on his back, but once he's finally in a comfortable position he watches Archer carefully.]

I'll be fine. It just hurts a little.

[sadisticwarfare]

"A little"? You were shot. Surely it hurts more than "a little".

[viliorate]

[Kimbley gives an awkward shrug with the shoulder that wasn't shot.]

...It hurts a lot. What do you want me to say?

[sadisticwarfare]

I'd rather you be honest with me. You don't need to act like it's nothing.

[viliorate]

....if it had been silver, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

I'll take pain over being dead.

[But that doesn't mean he wants to talk about how much pain he's in.]

[sadisticwarfare]

...I know.

[He hasn't stopped to think about how close Kimbley was to dying. If it had been silver--

No. He's not about to start panicking about that now. He can do that later.]

Is there anything you need?

[viliorate]

[He starts to shake his head but stops himself.]

I don't need need anything. But stay here.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course I will. I wouldn't leave you, Kimbley.

[viliorate]

Good.

[Because he's not going to be able to sleep until he's completely exhausted.

At least he's still alive. Had something happened...]

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's best not to think about it. It'll only make things worse.

Archer finally sits down, looking as awkward as ever. He doesn't know what to say.]