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[last_adam]

Adam lays in the bed at Crowley's flat, bruised and battered. The girl- Lucy, it was Lucy who'd helped him here. Lucy had tried her drink again, and it hadn't just tasted bad this time, it had burned. Burned all the way down, and Adam choked and begged her to bring him here.

He knows he's alive- most of the time, anyway. But it hurts to breathe, and it hurts to move, and it hurts to be. But he is.

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[called_lioness]

"Oh, Adam, I'm sorry, I'm--I don't know what--" Lucy isn't flailing, as she smooths his hair worriedly, but she'd like to. "I'm going to get some wet cloths, alright? Do you--is there alcohol, or some sort of disinfectant that Crowley keeps here?" Please answer me, she doesn't say, but thinks.

[last_adam]

He can hear her speaking, but she's still just a blur when he blinks his eyes.

"I- they-"

His voice cracks and croaks, and he tries to move his arm to gesture toward the bathroom, but it falls back to the bed and he hisses in pain.

[called_lioness]

"Shh. It's okay." She runs off to get the supplies, hurrying back once she's gathered them. "Just try not to move too much, alright? But I'm going to have to get your shirt off first."

[last_adam]

He tries to nod, but he doesn't know if his head actually moves or not, at this point it feels like it's constantly moving, with the world swiming around him.

[called_lioness]

Lucy slips it off, apologizing again as she does so, and then begins to carefully clean any cuts she can find.

There are more than one or two, really. "It'll be alright." Softly as she works, trying to soothe him if she can. "I'm sorry if it burns, but I promise, it's going to be alright."

[last_adam]

The burn of the medication is only just another quiet voice in the chorus of pain that is surrounding Adam. He gasps for breath as she tends to another one, and his eyes open as he grabs her wrist.

[called_lioness]

She stops when he does so, looking at his face. "Are--" She was going to ask if he's alright, but the question is ridiculous, so she changes it to, "What is it?"

[last_adam]

He tries to tell her to leave it be, he'll be okay, leave it be, but nothing comes out but a light groan. His grip on her wrist loosens a bit, but he still holds on, bringing her wrist down to the bed.

[called_lioness]

Lucy bites her lip for a moment before going back to cleaning and bandaging best she can, where she can. Even if it means doing it with one hand.

When she's done, she brushes at his hair carefully with her free hand. "Is there something I can get you for pain?"

[last_adam]

He winces as her hand brushes against his scalp, but his face almost immediately relaxes.

"No."

[called_lioness]

She nods after a moment. "What--is there something you'd like me to do?"

[last_adam]

"Shhhhh. Sit."

He closes his eyes, but turns his head towards her.

[called_lioness]

Lucy sits next to him, carefully, one hand still very lightly, just barely touching his hair. "I'm so, so sorry, Adam."

[last_adam]

The raise of his chest might be an attempt to laugh. And when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and quiet.

"Sorry? You didn't do anything."

[called_lioness]

"But I'm sorry you were hurt. And I'm sorry I didn't think that my cordial might've hurt you. And--" why did he hurt you? "--I'm just sorry."

[last_adam]

But... you're here. Why?

[called_lioness]

As if it's obvious, "Because you're hurt."

[last_adam]

If somebody in as much pain as Adam is in could scowl, he scowls at her.

Didn't have to. Could've.. self.

[called_lioness]

She glares slightly. "No, you couldn't've. Besides which, it's not a matter of having to or not. I want to. So hush."

[last_adam]

"Not... have to?"

There's a beat, and he smiles before opening his mouth again.

"Could too"

[called_lioness]

"Not have to," she repeats.

"And perhaps," she allows, "but it would've probably made you worse, first, because of the strain, so it's better that I'm here anyway."

[last_adam]

He nods, carefully.

"Better."

And this time, there's a definite smile on his face, before the pain.

[called_lioness]

She winces for him before kissing his forehead. "I wish I could do something."

[last_adam]

He manages to get out a quiet

"Are 'ready"

before disolving into a coughing fit.

[called_lioness]

"Not really." She feels helpless, rather, as she smoothes his hair again. "I--I could get you something to drink, or tell you a story, or get you a blanket, or...a radio, if there is one..."