Making up. (Kris/Invite)

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta had been through Hell and high water. Sure it was his own damn fault he was like this, but really Augy wasn't known for being the brightest bulb in the bunch. His arm was no longer limp, thank goodness, but When Gloria found him in the hall leading to the dorms she threw a massive fit and demanded that he go take care of that wound. He agreed softly and continued to walk to the dorm. He sighed softly to himself, this was too much to take. Too much stress for him and so he was both mentally and physically exhausted.

He stumbled his way to the dorm and kinda crashed into the front door a bit. Probably alerting Piper and Kris to his presence. Augy didn't look so good either, he struggled to open he door with his overly shaky hands, he had multiple cuts, plus the bleeding crossbow bolt wound, plus everything else, including a slight burn on his right arm from brushing up against the rose cage he himself had set on fire. He pushed the door open with a grunt of pain and then closed the door and leaned up against it.

" Fuck my life..." he muttered and looked around, this place was a mess. Gloria must have been taking care of Kristopher. He knew about Luther's damage to his beloved, but it wasn't like he could do anything. If he had shown care for the blond, the boogies would use Kristopher as bait. And that would be bad. The ebony-haired man heard voices and decided to go look, if only for a moment. Augusta walked, obviously in pain, over to the door. He stood in the empty doorway and his face went from pain to agony. Seeing Kris like that... it nearly killed him.

Augusta, walked in slowly and practically ignored Piper and Kristopher as he walked around the bed to the opposite side. He threw his coat onto the floor and sat down on the bed, his back turned from Piper and Kris. Now it was obvious to see the blood that had seeped from the crossbow bolt, the whole left side of his black shirt was stained with the red liquid. Once he had his boots off he got up. Then he leaned over the bed and held both Kris's back and chest and pushed him back down, it was very gentle though.

" Don't sit up... You're going to hurt yourself more..." Augusta then looked up at Piper. He sighed and put a hand to his face. He walked around the side of the bed and looked at the girl with a look of concern, like a brother would. " I'll go get some clean water... And we'll take care of those cuts okay?" he said and tried his best to smile, even though it had a tinge of pain in it.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Fuck my life..."

Still sitting up, he turned to regard the voice and then to Piper. "Looks like Prince Charming is home." He chuckled tiredly and in pain. He, however brushed away Piper's concern. "I'm alright, I needed to sit up anyways, I hate laying down too long and I wasn't going to do anything dumb---"

Kristopher's voice faded away as his love stepped into the room, he blinked a few times as a frown touched his lips. Augusta looked so tired...

"Augusta?" He asked softly, wanting to get up and go to him but knew better to get up on legs he couldn't feel. So, he sat there watching until Augy moved behind him. The blond couldn't turn to look at him so he looked at Piper helplessly. Oh well, what could he do relly.

"I won't bug you about it, Piper. But you do need to take better care of yourself, please." He then turned to look over his shoulder to tell Augusta the same but of course he stopped talking as he felt hands on his skin.

Kristopher hissed in pain and put a hand upon Augusta's arm for some sort of leverage as he was being put back down. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! I wasn't going to do anything and sitting up isn't so bad." He winced, "It's just the getting down part."

Defeated, he was back to laying down on his side and staring at the two in front of him. "Do I have to stay on my side?" He whined like a little kid. Man, he hated being idle and not being able to do anything.

[Piper Wren]

“Fuck my life…”
It seems that was what Augusta would say. Piper turned to look at him as he entered the room and held back a gasp, her friend was a complete and utter mess. He needed those wounds taken care of, Kristopher was panicking over her cuts but those could wait, Augusta needed immediate care…Piper cringed when Kristopher cried out as Augusta laid him back down, only out of concern she knew but it must have hurt to much. She gripped her opposite arm in sympathy pain the cringed for real as she accidently sank her fingers into the cuts beneath the black fabric although she managed not to make any sound. Ignoring the pain she looked up as Augusta examined her with a brotherly look.

" I'll go get some clean water... And we'll take care of those cuts okay?"

There was no way he was going anywhere! Not in that state! Being the most easily mobile of the three and with the least serious injuries Piper felt like she had to do something. She stood up and shook her head, taking Augusta gently by the arm and leading him back to the otherside of the bed, helping him sit down. Those wounds looked horrible…thank god she wasn’t easily fazed by blood or she would be on the floor by now.

“I’m fine, you’re not going anywhere like that, please let me help.”

Piper looked over at Kristopher for support on the matter, perhaps hearing it from Kris as well would give her the leverage to make sure Augusta was cared for properly.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta, having been to hell and back tonight was not one to argue with. He just sighed softly when Kris whined and complained about being forced to lay back down. He was tired and he just wanted to go to bed. But then Piper had to open her big mouth. Of course she had to care about everyone else. She grabbed his arm and was helping him sit before he knew it. But he wasn't going to put up with that. Not tonight.

“I’m fine, you’re not going anywhere like that, please let me help.”

Augusta nearly glared at her. He stood back up, maybe a bit faster then he should have and pointed a slim finger at her. " Piper Wren..." he said strongly, " You need to quit worrying about everyone else and sit back down!" he said and let a hand wander to his hurt shoulder-arm. " I'm just fine, I can walk, I can breath. Let somebody help you for once! Good lord!" he said a bit aggravated. He then turned and walked to the door, well, stumbled. But he mostly stayed upright. He got to the doorway and turned, then he looked over his shoulder at her and then pointed again. " Sit down Piper... " he repeated and then walked off.

Augusta got some more bandage and a bowl with some water and a nice clean rag and sighed. he stood in the makeshift kitchen and tried to relax. He put his hands on the side of the sink and splashed some cool water on his face. He wiped the blood off his face and then returned with the water and the bandages and sat them on the bed. He let out a deep and exhausted breath and put a hand to his face again.

These two are so selfless... So hard to deal with...

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Piper Wren..."

Oh God, here it came. Kristopher sighed and looked at his friend and then to his lover. Really, did these two have to argue about who was fixing who? If he could of moved he would of have left the room and returned and bandaged them both up after giving them a loving thumb on the head.

But he couldn't do that, so he just watched them for a moment. Slowly he put a hand over his face and dragged it down. He waited until Augusta left and Piper sat her butt down on the edge of his bed.

"Good God." Kristopher said with a roll of his eyes. "You two just need to sit back, take a chill pill and fix each other up and call it a night!" He chuckled at the end, a nervous chuckle but still a chuckle. Really, it was kind of funny to him or maybe it was just becuase he was in so much pain that it was funny.

When Augusta came back in he gave him a pointed look for snapping. "You fix her, she fixes you. How's that?" Or else he was going to throw his pillows at the two of them and he would too! His arms worked and he had some fucking awesome aim!

[Piper Wren]

"Piper Wren...You need to quit worrying about everyone else and sit back down! I'm just fine, I can walk, I can breath. Let somebody help you for once! Good lord! Sit down Piper...”

Where the hell had that come from? Piper stood there for a moment not knowing quite how to react before sitting down on the edge of the bed like she had been told to do. She was only trying to help her friend, she worried yes, but she was a born worrier…that kind of thing came naturally to her. She was used to being hurt but watching others go through it was something she couldn’t cope with easily or at all if she was honest. She was no doctor or nurse but she did her best, normally Augusta came to her when he needed comfort and tonight…well. It seemed he had other things on his mind than sobbing into her shoulder. She pulled her sleeves right down to her knuckles, trying to discreetly wipe the blood away.

“Good God. You two just need to sit back, take a chill pill and fix each other up and call it a night!"

“It just makes sense for me to help, I’m not the one with a gaping side wound!”

Piper couldn’t help but protest at Kristopher’s comment, looking uncharacteristically stubborn about the matter. Take a chill pill indeed, honestly. Had Gloria given Kristopher some drug that was giving him a screwy sense of humour. Both she and Kristopher shot Augusta identical looks when he came back, she didn’t appreciate being snapped at when she was only trying to help. Piper didn’t really give a shit about her own wound, they were minor!

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta let out a deep sigh as he saw the looks he was being given. He put a hand to his face and rubbed his temples. He tried to come up with a way to say something without breaking down and throwing a little fit. He sighed yet again and shifted slightly before removing the hand from his face. He first looked at Piper, an apologetic look on his face, " I'm sorry Piper I just... I lead a lot of innocent people to thier deaths okay. Most of tonight had been Hell and right now... Right now I have to look at him, and you and see the people I care about hurt because of what I did," he said and looked down at the floor. " I've gone through Hell and high water tonight and I really, really don't care about myself right now... And the last thing I need is people worrying about me..." After he admitted that he let out another sigh and walked over to Piper and pulled up the rickety chair.

He smiled softly, " I'm sorry... Now let me make up for all the times I've soaked your shoulder with tears okay?" he said and picked up some bandages. " I promise..." he looked at Kris and then back to Piper, " That I'll take care of my own wounds after alright... So stop worrying... Geez..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

“It just makes sense for me to help, I’m not the one with a gaping side wound!”

"Remember, we are talking about Augusta here." He spoke helplessly as he then let out a yawn and rotated his shoulder. The boy was trying to get comfortable but it was really hard too. So, he grabbed his pillow and propped it under his head and placed his hands beneath the pillow, laying on his stomach. He grunted once, then let out a pleasent sigh. It felt better.

" I'm sorry Piper I just... I lead a lot of innocent people to thier deaths okay. Most of tonight had been Hell and right now... Right now I have to look at him, and you and see the people I care about hurt because of what I did, I've gone through Hell and high water tonight and I really, really don't care about myself right now... And the last thing I need is people worrying about me..."

Kristopher smiled gently and closed his eyes. "That's what happens when you declare a war, people get hurt. But if you hadn't done what you did, I would of died and possibly Elric as well. So I will happily take bolts to the back then be six feet under." It was true as well. He would of been dead if Augusta hadn't came in and so would Zeke. But he didn't let say that, because he didn't want them to know about that...issue.

He then nodded at the sorry, accepting the apology and that Augusta would get himself fixed up next. That made the blond a bit more happy.

[Piper Wren]

" I'm sorry Piper I just... I lead a lot of innocent people to their deaths okay. Most of tonight had been Hell and right now... Right now I have to look at him, and you and see the people I care about hurt because of what I did, I've gone through Hell and high water tonight and I really, really don't care about myself right now... And the last thing I need is people worrying about me...I'm sorry... Now let me make up for all the times I've soaked your shoulder with tears okay? I promise... That I'll take care of my own wounds after alright... So stop worrying... Geez..."

Piper understood Augusta’s reasoning for not wanting take care of himself…and being scared to see the people he loved hurt. She understood it because she was doing exactly the same thing, ignoring her wounds in favour of looking after her friends. The young woman sighed, she wanted to look after Augusta because his wounds were more severe than hers and he was right about being through hell and high water tonight. They all had, there had been moments back in the ball where Piper had that sick feeling that they might not get out alive. It might have possibly been pure luck that they even got out relatively in one piece. When Augusta pulled the chair up close towards her with bandages in hand, she sighed and removed the turtleneck, underneath she had a strap top on but it exposed her shoulders, back and arms where she had been cut in several places at varying depths by the glass. Out of pure habit at feeling exposed even if it was just in front of Kristopher and Augusta she still crossed her arms over her chest.

“I worry anyway, Augusta. I’m genetically programmed to worry.”

"Remember, we are talking about Augusta here."

Yes, Piper was fully aware of how stubborn her friend could be, Kristopher was sometimes no exception to the rule…and in some cases she was she and it would be hypocritical to believe she wasn’t. The young woman sighed, at least once Augusta insisted on fixing her up she would be able to take care of his more serious wounds.

“Yes Kris…fully aware of that.”

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta sighed softly and didn't speak much more. He rung out the water rag and then gently took on of Pipers arms and started to clean up the wounds first. He handed Piper the rag so she could work on her other arm while he bandaged her arm.

“I worry anyway, Augusta. I’m genetically programmed to worry.”

Augusta let out a snort of sorts and chuckled a bit. " Both of you seem to be... You two worry warts drive me crazy..." he said. He continued to help Piper until she was all bandaged up and not bleeding all over everything like she was earlier. Then he went off to get another clean rag and when he came back he slumped back into the rickety chair and let out a groan of pain and slight agony. This sucked. Augy knew Piper (or Kris) was going to throw a fit if he didn't let Piper tend to him, even though he kinda just wanted to be left alone.

Augusta sighed as let out soft grumbles when he finally got his shirt off. It was kinda hard to lift his arms up because of the wound in his shoulder. And good God it was one Hell of a wound. The bolt itself hadn't made it through his shoulder completely but it had made a considerable hole in the flesh just neck to his arm. And it was bleeding profusely, it was a shock Augy hadn't passed out from blood loss yet. His skin was tainted in the crimson liquid on his left side. But his right rise had the significant burn on his forearm and then four good slices across his abdomen. And that was just his front. His back was covered with minor cuts, and even his hands were a bit burned.

He really looked like he had been through Hell and high water. Almost as much as Kris.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"We worry cause we care, Love." Kristopher said simply as he shook his head at seeing how many cuts Piper had on her body as well as Augusta. "And I thought I was bad, Augusta, I think you win first prize here." He chuckled weakly, cuddling with his pillow seeing as no one would let him sit up no matter what.

Like right now, he wanted to sit up but knowing these two people here would force him back down and he didn't want to play that game again, so he laid still for the time being. "I wish you guys would of taken care of yourself before coming to check on me. At least I stopped bleeding----sorta." His eyes rolled back as if he could see his wounds that way. Hmmm, well he couldn't but he could still feel the wetness on his back but there wasn't much they could do about that. His body would just have to take its lovely time healing itself.

As normal, it would take Kris sometime to fully heal. He wished he healed faster then Augusta, he really did. Becuase that boy would be fine in a week while Kris would take up to a month or more.

"So, what's happening now?" He asked Augy, figuring he had been outside and then turned toward Piper incase she had something to give out in information wise.