Ariv: "It looks like it too... If you do, I'll do my best to make sure you will wake up in a stable condition," Ariv reassuraded Alastor, rubbing his back gently.

George: George, while still sleepy and not fully listening to Chris's words, reach out and touched the bruise, trying to see if it was a bruise from a needle or a blunt object.

Ariv: Ariv gently lifted Alastor off the ground before placing Alastor on the bed. "I know you will most likely be mad at me, but I am giving you bandages...," Ariv mumbled, more to himself than anything.

George: George bit his lip, glancing to Chris worriedly. George let out a long sigh before kissing Chris. "You'd better be okay mister..."

Alastor: blood dropped out of the corners of his mouth, the bleeding was internal as well. Bandages were unlikely to fix it. Something shiny seemed to have been stuck inside his wound.

Ariv: "Well, fine then. I suppose the plan has changed..." After grabbing some rubber gloves and slipping them on, Ariv was careful to extract the shiny from Alastor.

George: George chuckled faintly before closing his eyes, hoping he was just being a worry wort and that nothing was wrong. Knowing you though, something is very wrong.