10-23-2018, 06:50 PM
He wasn't sure how long he let the water wash over him. And with it tiredness. His limbs shook as the last of the adrenaline dribbled away, as if carried down the drain. Fight or flight, right? Your body fills to the brim- and God knew he already had so many reasons to be angry- and you just explode.
And now the aftermath. It had been cathartic, that fight. Every blow, every strike, even every hit he received, seemed to pull something free from his soul, ripping out a hook of bloody flesh from his heart and flinging it away.
Not permanent, he knew. In the end, nothing was solved. But despite being on fire, he felt at peace. Or at least empty. He wondered if they were the same.
Toweling off was agony itself, it coming away pink and red streaking white. Yeah, he was going to have to go to a hospital. The guy had ripped into him with nails and teeth. Tetanus was a real possibility, aside from outright infection.
One of the staff down here helped him patch up all his bleeding wounds and tears. His muscles screamed as he redressed, though he didn't put the jacket on. Shirt, pants and shoes was enough. Walking- and breathing slowly- he emerged and found Ryker leaning against a wall, waiting for him
Ivan laughed softly despite the stab of his pain from his jaw. "Yeah. I guess I do. Nothing's changed of course. But still." He bridged the distance. "I'm pretty sure I need to go to a hospital to get patched up." Peering through only one eye- the other swollen shut, his busted lips hurt as he tried to smirk. "Can't lose the money maker. People might think we're twins."
And now the aftermath. It had been cathartic, that fight. Every blow, every strike, even every hit he received, seemed to pull something free from his soul, ripping out a hook of bloody flesh from his heart and flinging it away.
Not permanent, he knew. In the end, nothing was solved. But despite being on fire, he felt at peace. Or at least empty. He wondered if they were the same.
Toweling off was agony itself, it coming away pink and red streaking white. Yeah, he was going to have to go to a hospital. The guy had ripped into him with nails and teeth. Tetanus was a real possibility, aside from outright infection.
One of the staff down here helped him patch up all his bleeding wounds and tears. His muscles screamed as he redressed, though he didn't put the jacket on. Shirt, pants and shoes was enough. Walking- and breathing slowly- he emerged and found Ryker leaning against a wall, waiting for him
Ivan laughed softly despite the stab of his pain from his jaw. "Yeah. I guess I do. Nothing's changed of course. But still." He bridged the distance. "I'm pretty sure I need to go to a hospital to get patched up." Peering through only one eye- the other swollen shut, his busted lips hurt as he tried to smirk. "Can't lose the money maker. People might think we're twins."