The butler spoke before anyone could insist the doctor look at his injury. He was leaning on the crutch, embarrassed to have to use the human contraption. "That is all, for now. We will call if his condition changes." He knew bard would possibly insist on seeing it later, but he would deal with that. He shifted the uncomfortable stick under his arm. He would have to get new padding, this one was old and well used. It had been akward at first, but he got the hang of it. The leg still refused to hold his weight at all, and it throbbed. "Thank you for all your help." He had noticed the curious looks finny and maylene gave him when he entered using the crutch, and mentally prepared himself for the questions. "Maylene, would you show him to the door?" Once thwy were gone, the demon eased into a chair. His leg hurt bad, and he wanted to be there when his master woke up. He wanted to know why the boy had gone outside when he had known the danger.
Bard left after Sebastian allowed him to, lighting up another cigarette as he made his way back to the boy's room. He was worried about both of them though he tried to hide it from his face for the sake of the maid and the gardener. They both needed someone tough to look to and the cook wasn't about to let himself fall to pieces. Sebastian seemed to be doing a bit better already, not letting the injury keep him down for long.
Ciel was the only problem now.
He stepped into the bedroom, looking over the boy's form as he lay on the bed with Finny sitting beside him. He was still unconscious, something to be expected, and his breathing was a bit on the shallow side. Still, the ex-military man was certain the master would survive. The bleeding had been stopped as quickly as possible and the doctor would be sure it was cleaned thoroughly. It was hard to see the small Phantomhive like this, usually he was so strong and capable of anything. He wouldn't say Ciel was caring, but he thought well of them enough to open his home to them and give them what they needed. This was probably the most painful of all.
A loud knock sounded at the door, announcing the doctor's presence. Bard sent Finny to show him in while he himself went to retrieve Sebastian. Once all were present, the older gentleman began his work. Bandages were removed to inspect the stitches, expert eyes looking over them before picking up an antiseptic bottle and cloth. Carefully he cleaned the stitched wound which elicited a few whines from the unconscious boy, before wrapping it up again and checking his temperature.
[+purple "The stitches look good and the bleeding is almost stopped; within the next twenty minutes or so the blood around the stitches should be dry,"] he informed them. [+purple "Make sure to keep them clean, I'll leave an extra bottle of antiseptic for you. Clean the stitches and the area around them three times a day. Lord Phantomhive is a touch warm, keep an eye on his temperature. If it goes above 100, telephone me again and we'll look into other matters. He's to remain in bed or sitting if he's comfortable for at least five days, absolutely nothing strenuous during that time or those stitches will burst. Is there anything else I can do for you, gentlemen?"]
"Please." The butler said. "Thank you, Bardroy." The butler dismissed the household cook. It wasn't often the man got into he butlers good graces, but he was a trustworthy pawn. Once Bard had took off, the butler carefully removed his trousers. They were ruined, of course. He sighed, they were his most comfortable pair too. He foynd human attire so annoying. He inspected the wound. Everyone was fawning over their master, so the butler was able to use his shadoes to bring him the nessisary items to bandage it up. Stitching it would not do much, as the demon killer was made to prevent healing. He cleaned it carefully. He had to stop the bleeding, else he would never get anywhere. He grabbed the knife he summoned and heated the blade white hot with a small flame in his palm. It was long, so it would to the job. Inhaling, he shoved it through his own leg. He bent forward and hissed, removing the blade. He then carefully bamdaged the cauterized stab. Looking at it, he wondered if it would scar his human skin. He then summoned a fresh pair of pants and eased himself into them. He was careful not to reopen the wound, or tear off his bandage.
After which, he tucked the items away. He would clean them later when he could stay away from the questioning eyes.after allowing his throbbing leg to rest for a moment he brought his attention to the crutch. He never thought he would have to use the human contraption. Usually if a demon got hurt they found somewhere to hide and heal. He, however, did not have that luxury. "I suppose having a lame leg is better than being dead." He grabbed it up. "Next time, I will kill her." He promised himself. He knew he had the strength too. It was not a matter of conviction. However, he had been too hasty. The fact that it was also a lack of disappline or self control never crossed his mind. Such things were what humans aimed to have, and therefore considered below demons. Demons who were prone to do what they want, whenever thay wanted.
He nodded at the butler's instructions again, running into the parlor to inform Mey-Rin to telephone the doctor and return to her task after she finished. Once that was accomplished, Bard headed back to Sebastian. A strong arm wrapped around the demon's svelte waist to help hold him up while his free hand pulled Sebastian's arm over his broad shoulders, holding onto his wrist afterwards and helped him through the house and up the stairs to his room. Once he was in and somewhat comfortable, Bard headed towards the door.
[+red "The doctor has been telephoned and should be here within the next half-hour,"] he informed the demon, turning once he made it to the door to look back at the butler. [+red "Finny is in with Master Ciel at the moment but I'm going to go see to him again. I'll be back in a moment."]
He left, searching many of the untouched closets for a crutch. It was surprisingly hard to find seeming as injuries like these weren't really an issue before. He then decided to check the attic, Bard searching around the large chests and crates for what he wanted. He was about to give up when he saw the wooden medical piece leaning against a far wall, a triumphant smile touching his lips as he picked it up and carried it to Sebastian.
[+red "Do you want to be there for the exam?"] Bard asked, setting the crutch against the wall beside Sebastian's bed. [+red "I can have Finny fetch you when he arrives."]
"Have someone call a doctor. I know you did everything you could, however we do not have all the medical tools available. Once thats done.... I could use some help to my room." The butler frowned, "maybe find an actual crutch. I am afraid I will be rather useless until I heal a bit. So I will be relying on everyones help." That stung his pride. He hoped the chef wouldn't poison their master. If he didn't stress the injury he might only be down for a couple days. Using his healing magic to sustain his master and the constant blood loss was starting to affect the butler. "I will see to my own injury." His dark clothes hid the color of the blood, and he didn't need the chef knowing it came from him. "Until the doctor is here, make sure someone stays with the young master constantly."
There were a million questions the blonde wanted to ask but knew that this wasn't the moment for it. Not only did they run the risk of losing the master of the house but also the esteemed butler . He was mentally kicking himself for not seeing the signs of any assassination attempts and vowed to do everything he could in his power to help both of them. It had to begin with Ciel, however, as he was the most important. "Top priority" as Sebastian had stated.
He simply nodded, heading back towards the parlor and kneeling beside the sofa again. The amount of stained rags were a bit alarming but wasn't a cause to panic just yet. If any of the three were an expert at this art, it was Bardroy. He had lived through is fair share and had the most experience with emergency medicine out of all three of them.
Bard removed the rag currently pressed to Ciel's side, glancing up as the boy jolted a bit, and carefully looked at the menacing wound before digging into the kit. Out came a sharp, curved needle and sutures, as well as a hypodermic needle and a small bottle of clear liquid. He filled it to the correct line, pushing himself up a little and injecting the numbing agent close the wound. Bard waited as long as he could before beginning to stitch the wound. At the rate Ciel was losing blood he couldn't afford to wait the full amount of time it would take, thus resulting in a soft shriek from the master as soon as the needle was introduced to his skin. Finny made sure to keep the boy as still as he could, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid seeing the pain Ciel was in. The soft screams and shouts only lasted a minute or two before the discomfort was too much, Ciel falling unconscious and Bard continuing his treatment. Once it was finished, he securely wrapped his abdomen and had Finny carry him to his room while Mey-Rin cleaned up.
He had headed out to find Sebastian, locating him after a while. [+red "The master is unconscious, probably will be for several hours,"] he updated him quietly. [+red "Finny is up with him now; I'm going to the apothecary for a bag of saline and tubing. Is there anything I can do for you?"]
The demon had been trying to use the sword as a crutch. It wasn't working well, as the blade kept sinking into the soft soil. He had finally found a rock to balance it and his wieght on. He looked at the chef. "An attempted assaination." The butler growled. "I managed to chase her away," not a complete lie. "However I have no doubt she will be back, sooner rather than later." He was finally upright. "Fetch me after the ypung master is stable. He is top priority." He would work his way into the manor in the mean time. He did not know what to do about his current situation. The blade was stained purple, and he was sure to be leaving a purple foot print in the grass. Tjat was not normal. It told the power of the blade, since his human disguise did not turn it red. "Don't let him die." The last phrase was more to himself. He relized his mistake. He had treated her like a fellow demon. Expected her to fight like one. She was not a demon. Therefore, he lost. It angered him to know that not only his pride cost him this battle. But possibly his next meal. He was completely dissapointed in his own actions.
Inside the manor, all three servants were moving quickly. Each second was important and they all knew it, using their best skills towards their master's recovery. In reality, Sebastian had been gone only a few short minutes and none of the staff were any of the wiser. They were all too focused on helping Ciel.
He was their first priority.
Ciel had been taken to the parlor, the shortest distance from the door he was pulled in from, and had followed without protest. He was still a bit shaken up by the sight he had seen and was still trying to sort it all out. He began to feel a bit ill, his stomach feeling as if it were going to revolt, and dark spots began to appear. Was this stress induced? He didn't fully understand, not even remembering the strike to his side. Luckily Finny had noticed and called Bard immediately.
The cook carefully pushed the boy to lay down, removing his jacket and shirt after noticing the large red stain on his side. Whatever had hit him had gone deep, the boy having a three-inch gash in his side. The cleanest tear was in the back, telling Bard that he had been struck from behind, the weapon going straight through and exiting from the front. It would be tricky to keep the bleeding down, especially in one so small.
[+red "Finny, take the rags from Mey-Rin and keep them pressed tight to the area,"] he instructed, stepping side for the blonde to do just that. [+red "Don't press too hard, you'll break his ribs. Mey-Rin, keep an eye on the rag and replace it as it gets soiled. I'm going to retrieve the medical kit and return as quickly as I can."]
He glanced at Ciel as he fell in and out of consciousness before running across the house to grab the kit. On his way back, he noticed Sebastian in the garden and stopped in the doorway. He looked bad, worse than the master, even.
[+red "Oi, Sebastian, I'll send Finny out to help you. What happened to you two?"]
The demon had honestly never been 'found' before. When she found her spot to think, it hadn't taken him long to find her. He had not expected to be found. Him losing track of her had given her enough time to gain the upper hand. He turned in time to see the sword a mere foot away from his head. He jolted as he felt his heart leap to his throat. A feeling he hadn't had in a long long time. He moved, instictivly, out of the way. The result was the blade going thru his upper leg. It was by no means fatal, but it was bad. He could not die from blood loss, but he could get weak. The shadows swirled around him, abandoning his attack on her in favor of keeping her away. A pained and furious howl echoed around them, he had never been hit in this form. He quickly learned it was more sensitive to pain than his human disguise. He tore the blade out of his leg, purple blood leaked freely. It was a clean cut, thru some major veins. He hadn't relized he had gone to the ground, but he relized his leg was useless at the moment. He would not be able to fight her like this. He snarled, drawing away from her. When they cleared, he was gone. His voice echoed, threatening her. "When you find your way out of this pathetic floating rock, I will hunt you down." The ground was empty. He had taken her sword, making sure they would meet again.
Sebastian found himself in the phantomhive garden as his shadows disappated. Hehissed, falling to the ground. "Damnit!" Everything hit him like a tidal wave. First, was the relization his master hardly even alive. He had never been so far from any of his past meals. It was a bit unusual to leave the world inthe middle of a contract. Realizing his idiocy as his leg gave out. He was stuck. He sighed, hoping he didn't kill himself. Using their magical connection, he forced all of his healing ability toward the small human. It wpuld be useless to him anyway. He would heal, but it would take time. The blade that hit him was made to kill his race, after all. He remained in the grass, focusing on sealing his masters injury shut. He hoped he was not too late.
A faint smirk touched her lips, her grip tightening on the sword. He was certainly full of himself; this demon was known in her world for being a bit on the cocky side. Maybe she could knock that down a few pegs if she failed to kill him outright. She was just as sure of her own skills as Sebastian was of his, it would certainly be interesting to see how this fight went.
[+green "Don't say I didn't warn you when his soul slips away,"] she hissed quietly, taking a few steps back as he began to change. [+green "You could lose that meal forever."]
The woman vanished, reappearing a few yards away and slicing a few times at the shadows that threatened her, disappearing seconds after. This pattern continued for a while until she stopped a great distance away in a somewhat safe spot to judge whether she had hit him or not. It was difficult to tell in the moment and everything blended together so well. She lightly touched the blade again before looking into the darkness and throwing it like a spear, hoping for it to hit the demon's most vulnerable point.
"You give my master no credit. He is more stubborn then an old goat. None of his servants will let him die." It was true he could sense his master teetering near death. It would do him no good to let her know his fear of his lord dieing. "However, as long as you live, you are a threat. I have my orders." The boy didn't nessisarily order him to kill her, but he didn't have too. The boy would be furious if he returned without closing the case. He hadn't failed his beloved queen yet, and would not allow it to happen. "If i returned now, he would send me to hunt you. He is a rarity." His form blurred slightly as he shifted to his eatheral form. This inbetween form was made up of shadows mostly. She would have to aim extra well to actually hit him. He also had to he careful, as if he was hit in this form the injury could get bad fast. Several eyes appeared and dissapeared in random spots, watching her. "Besides, two of the phantomhive servants are excedingly good with emergency healing." He knew meylene and bard had had many times of stiching themselves up before being hired by their master. Finny would be the comfort the boy needed in case of any nightmares caused by both the injury and seeing his dead 'mother.'
Some of the more shadowy parts of him whipped toward her, aiming to both maim and tie down. He moved closer, ready to shove his hand through her chest the second she moved to fend the solid shadows off. It took a truly keen eye to be able to see the demons life force within the dark blackness. The butler may not be allowed to lie, however he was extremely good at twisting the truth to suit himself. There had been a few close calls with his masters life because of the demon having fun. Being in another world did muddle up their conection. He knew his master was badly wounded. However, he could not feel slowing heaetbeat tjat came with death.
Sebastian was certainly quick, something she had been anticipating, but she had briefly forgotten about his shadow skills. Many demons could do many different things, sometimes it was difficult to keep track of them all. But, just as Sebastian had a myriad of skills under his belt, so did she. Only a fool itching to lose brought them all out at once.
She remained far enough away to make close combat difficult, observing her prey for a moment while he remained still. There could be a few reasons for this, she decided to prepare for the worst scenario that he was preparing an attack. Best to be ready at all times. [+green "You ask many questions, but none of them important. At least not to you,"] she stated, taking a few steps forward. The imprints she left behind seemed wet, especially strange for a place such as this. [+green "Do you not care for the soul you left behind nor what shape he's in? Your contract, of course, binds you together which informs you of his status as living or dead. But do you know on which side of that scale does his soul teeter? You have been so preoccupied with me that you failed to notice the damage I've inflicted on your charge."]
She stopped again, keeping her eyes focused on him, and slowly pulled out a sword from behind her back. It resembled a normal sword in every way except for the blade, instead of a bright silver it was stained black: a demon slaying weapon.
[+green "How long will you stay here and play this game of yours, I wonder?"] she continued, lightly running her hand across the strange weapon. [+green "What is more important to you? Preserving that insect's life or destroying me to prove a point?"]
Sebastian dodged, managing to grab one of the blades before it zoomed past his head. He observed her preferance to a human form, and remembered she could teleport. "Now, if you kill me, you'll be stuck here waiting who knows how long until a portal opens. By that time, my master will have perished from old age." He grinned. Black spikes shot out of the ground, warping the earth around the Doppleganger. They all shot up, intended to impale her. He was extremely skilled in shadow and fire manipulation. However, he prefered close up hand to and combat. He shot close, using the dagger he caught to deflect any others she may have on her. He moved in a blur, no human would have been able to even tell who was who. The demon was determined to return to his master quickly. He was forced to put sone distance between them when she managed to get him through the shoulder. He hissed, leaping away. She was a bit faster than he was.
"Now, i wonder what your grudge with my master is?" He stalled to try to heal himself a bit. "Is it simply his connection with a demon? Or has he done something against you?" His black tailcoat hid the bleeding surprisingly well, and he was able to move unhindered. Their breif scuffle had knocked several trees and created several craters in the ground. He could see a spot bleeding where he'd bitten her. His attempted distraction hadn't worked, and now he decided to stall and go defensive. He couldn't help but wonder if his master knew he was no longer on 'earth.' He had been in this situation before.
Bright eyes remained on the demon in front of her, refusing to lose sight of him no matter what he did. Her tracking skills were pretty advanced, it had been clear she had been doing this for a long time. How long, however, was a mystery that had yet to be unraveled.
[+green "That rat can hardly call himself a master of anything,"] she retorted. A nimble hand reached down, pulling a dagger out of her long skirt. It was identical to the one she had thrown at Sebastian, clearly of the same making and just as much of a threat as the first one. [+green "He is a stain that will be wiped from the map as soon as I finish with you."]
She slowly stepped closer to him, remaining far enough away for a good defense, and quickly changed her form again into a silky black cat. The shadows and dark spots helped camouflage her well though she knew it wouldn't last long. The creature remained the shadows until she saw a brief opening, transforming into her human form and hurling two daggers at Sebastian: one at his chest and one at his head.
[+green "You have the audacity to ask why after all your kind has done? You're disgusting animals, moreso than I. Perhaps I won't kill you just yet, perhaps I'll have you watch as I crush the life out of that pathetic insect you protect."]
The demon twisted around. She was fast, and her aim true. He was just quick enpugh to avoid a painful injury. His movement cause her blade to slice his cheek rather than his neck. He then noticed her blade was special. He touched the blood tjat dripped down his cheek. As he expected, his glove was stained deep purple. He wondered where she had gotten one of those. He would have to be careful. "I am in your way? Need i remind you that you attacked MY master? I had not even initiated this. Why have you been hunting contractors anyway?" He was curious. He needed to learn her fighting style. Was she playing with him, or was this her normal form of attacking? He did need to get them away from the manor first. Lucky for him, they were standing in the shadows of a couple trees. The shadows suddenly turned to solid black masses and swallowed them. It cleared as soon as it got too dark for even sebastian to see, swirling around and dissapateing. He had 'shadowstepped' them to another area. He knew whwre they were, of course. It was different than teleporting. He could go anywhere that had a shadow of some sort, on whatever relm he chose. Teleporting, at least for demons, usually had to stay in the same world. He did not know if it was the same for Dopplegangers, but he hoped it was. He had taken them to the Middle Relm, or Courtrath. It was a broken piece of hell, separated and turned into its own entity. It had been the land their races had fought before, he smirked. He had only been here once, and he hoped it hit a nerve fot the creature to be forced here on his terms.
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