thedispatch | Forgiven

[ With a shaky, but MIGHTY huff, she finally peels away that handkerchief away to look up at him with and angry pout. But, given the state she's in, and her eternally pressed brow, she looks rather pathetic, instead. ]

They cut it-- on purpose, I'm sure! [ Oh, right, context is a thing. ] When they did this. [ She clarifies by gesturing towards the wound he'd dressed. ]

I fixed it the best I could, but... [ She droops. ] It's hideous.

[ Taking a few whisps in his hand, he surveys the state of it. ]

It is a bit choppy. Plus, it's odd seeing you with brown hair.

[ William, that's not how you respond to a lady telling you she no longer feels beautiful. ]

We'll simply have to visit a barber tomorrow after your hearing.

[ Okay, yeah, tears are definitely welling in her eyes again. ]

I... I suppose I can fix one of those things...

[ Temporarily tucking the handkerchief into her collar, she runs her hands through her hair, allowing it to shift back to its characteristic red hue. ]

They ought to allow me a free pass to kill that agent.

No. And you better not threaten them, either.

[ He nods at her hair turning back to red, though. It really does suit her more. ]

The length isn't bad at all. Nostalgic, even.

[ Well, she doesn't like that, quite evident by the frown William earns. The only thing keeping her from verbally protesting is the almost-compliment he gives her. It has her fidgeting with the handkerchief he's given her, actually. ]

I suppose it would be, wouldn't it... I'm surprised you remember.

[ She looks away with a sigh. ]

It's just awfully masculine, is all-- but. I suppose I'll manage.

Women can have short hair, too.

[ On top of the almost-compliment, he almost just referred to her as female! Or at least acknowledged that part of her. ]

Besides, we've worked along side one another for a century, and you're hardly one who's easy to forget.

[ Well, the flush was finally fading from her cheeks, but it's back in full force now! Not only did he acknowledge such a thing, he reassured her when he had the perfect window to knock her down. AND he finished it off with an ACTUAL compliment! She might just faint.

Fortunately, she doesn't-- but she will grip onto the lapels of his shirt, as she looks up at him with nothing but love in her eyes!! ]

I-- [ Now that she's on the receiving end of such a thing - from him, anyway - she's not entirely sure what to do. ] I think I'm ready to go.

Good. Collect whatever you need and let's go, then.

[ Removing her hands from his shirt, he makes a pointless attempt to brush it clean. Hopefully the blood will come out, otherwise he may as well toss it out. ]

I'll teleport us there so there's no issue.

[ And he'll wait for her to get what she needs and take him arm before jumping them to the clinic. Certainly news of Grell's escapades has been gossiped around the site. Pair that with a pardoned, now angel William suddenly returning and the two of them are getting quite a few looks and whispers thrown their way. Even the nurse looks a bit nervous when she comes in to greet her patients. ]

[ Grell opts to take very little, and stays close by William's side. By habit, she'll let go of him upon their arrival - as it typically would earn her a very firm elbow to the stomach otherwise; however, she's nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him, all the while. It isn't merely the fondness that she holds for him, but... well, she can't quite pin it, other than she feels that she needs him there.

Any stares she meets are challenged with a quirk of the brow, a rise of the chin, or a dismissive pass of her gaze. She doesn't bother putting on any airs, no off-kilter grins or silly antics. It might as well be that she doesn't know these people.

Her focus seems in and out, as she processes the situation, falling into unusual silence when she's not addressed. ]

Just clean up his wounds so they don't get infected.

[ He addresses the nurse, completely unphased by any of the attention they're receiving from the others around them. The nurse, however, is hesitant to move for Grell's bandages, perhaps fearful that she'll lash out in some way. Considering the injuries she'd dealt to the agents that pursued her, she probably feels should wouldn't stand a chance. ]

He's not going to do anything to hurt you. Right?

[ He shoots Grell a look. He doesn't expect she would after all this, but he wants her to know he's still in charge of her actions right now. ]

--Hm?

[ Grell's eyes refocus on William before shifting to the nurse. She looks genuinely baffled, veering on offended. ]

Why would I hurt you?

[ As though she doesn't realise precisely how unruly she's been. ]

You're outside the scope of my interest, to be quite honest. [ She rolls her eyes. ]

Be grateful for that.

[ He addresses the nurse who finally gets to work on Grell's wounds. As she works, William takes a seat on one of the provided benches. ]

I had them deliver my suitcase to your flat. I will be staying with you until they can procure me one of my own. I doubt you have any issue.

[ Such earns an amused little hum from Grell-- immediately followed by a low his, as the woman peels the bandaging away from her chest. She closes her eyes as she processes the pain, but it isn't long before she's prying an eye open to look William's way! ]

Reallyyy... No, I can say that I do. [ Finally, that gets a lopsided little smile. ] That won't be a permanent rooming situation, counselor?

No, it won't be. And I will go stay with someone else if you continue to ask me.

[ He won't say it, but it's nice that she's slowly starting to act like her old self again. Surely he'll feel otherwise once she's fully back to normal, but for now it's relieving. ]

[ Her cheeks get a little puffy when she pouts! ]

Hn, just when I was beginning to think you were warming up a little. [ A dramatic little sigh. ] It's fortunate that I live your icy little heart-- but I think I was starting to like it.

Hence why I'll never be rid of you.

[ His eyes shift to the nurse who's about to apply rubbing alcohol to the larger of Grell's wounds. That icy heart of his just may be looking forward to the reaction it gets out of her. ]

[ For the cleaning, removal, and reapplication of the stitching, she's been asked to shift to her back. Grell does little more than sigh before complying, seemingly unfazed.

However, when the alcohol actually hits the wound, her hands slam down to grip the sides of the table, knees pressing together with a groan! ]

This-- isn't as enjoyable as it should be--!

Only you would expect it to be. Honestly.

[ A shake of his head. Inquiring about how long the wounds may take to heal, the nurse gives him the optimistic answer of a week max for the large one. More than he'd expected, unfortunately. ]

[ Grell takes her chance to breathe, while the nurse arranges what she'll need for the procedure. ]

A week?! [ Groaaaan. ] It's already bee days. Damned thing.

[ Looking over to William, she still manages some flirty eyes. ]

At least you'll be there to take care of meeeaaahhh... [ There's pulling the first stitches! ]

[ One of the provided magazines on the side table is picked up and William idly flicks through the pages while Grell's stitches are redone properly. It's a very good way of ignoring her flirtatious looks and comments! ]

[ Grell HUFFS at being ignores, but she's a bit too preoccupied to comment any further! It isn't until everything's all done that she can catch her breath, staring blearily up at the ceiling as the dull pain pulses through her chest. ]

I feel a bit guilty. [ She mutters, before rolling her head to the side to address the nurse, appearing a bit light-headed. ] Perhaps I should've bought you dinner first.

[ While the nurse flushes a bit at Grell's comment, William frowns, shaking his head. The nurse is shooed away by him as he gets up to stand by Grell's side. ]

It's best to just ignore him.

[ A run down of follow up procedures are given to him and he makes a mental note while he helps to hoist Grell back to sitting. ]

Ignore who?

[ Grell raises her arms to wrap around his neck, not unlike a child; however, she only manages to raise her arms so far before she is forced to forgo the inclination with a hiss! ]

You.

[ Ah, this is going to be a long week for both of them. Actually attempting to be gentle, lest he rip her stitches again, William hooks one of Grell's arms around his neck and slowly pulls her up off the table. He thanks the nurse then exits them both from the clinic. ]

[ When William moves her, she's surprisingly more tolerant of it, only showing her pain through a twinge of the brow. ]

I'm not a man, or am I someone to be ignored.

[ She grumbles as he walks them out, not bothering to thank the nurse as William does. ]

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