What Wouldn't I Give

[Nox]

Nox's heart was racing. He hadn't gotten very far when he tried to escape the threat of a needle. But Raffe was there, comforting him. He whispered a single word that made him sink into the touch. Dorian spoke like a cop, but more importantly he took charge of the whole situation all before Nox could make a bigger mess of things. What the fuck was going on? How did blood samples disappear?

Raffe's hands on him steadied Nox and he wanted to go home even more now.

There was movement as the nurses eventually left, they'd been busy trying to clean up the mess. Though there was none. Nox ripped the tape and needle from the IV from his arm with a weave of air and pressed the puncture wound with air to stem the minor bleeding from the hole in his arms. Nox smirked at Raffe when the door closed behind the last nurse. "Seems I'm going home sooner than I expected." Nox leaned into Raffe's body. "I think I need some help getting dressed." Nox gave Raffe a playful smile before he split the weave of air around his arm and pulled the bag of his things towards him. His clothes were covered in grime. "Yeah I just didn't come from hunting in the tunnels."

Nox dumped the bag out of dirty clothes to the bed and sighed as he held up his jeans and pulled water and earth from them. It was a first, but the work was hard with so many flows split even if it was just simple weaves. Nox wiped the sweat from his brow with his good hand. Nox dropped the pair of jeans to the bed and let go of the weave holding them so he could work, and tied off the air around his arm. But Nox didn't want to let the power go, now that he had it it was glorious, but the process to get there was not so good. "I suppose that will do."