I always woke up on the nights she left, though whether she knew I had no idea. I was used to being up at night, returning to this odd night sleeping schedule only since she had come back home and for her benefit. After all, if I stayed up to late she always seemed to know. I don't know entirely how women do that and yet once the clock hit midnight she always seemed to appear to order me to bed despite the importance of what I was working on. Not that I truly minded, I was merely glad she was back. All those months alone had proven to be decidedly lonelier then I remember being alone ever was. I'd never minded it before, at least, not before Kat. I suppose I rarely had spent any night alone entirely and yet that sudden lack of her had seemed to get progressively more noticeable each passing night. I was bored without her, I was worried about her, no one would tell me where she was and maybe she is the more...athletically minded one of the pair of us but that hardly means I don't worry. That is perhaps the single worst part of this girlfriend business and a reason I'd avoided relationships this long. The worrying. I hadn't even known what it was at first, at least, I hadn't distinguished it from my normal level of obsession over every other feeling I had and yet it was the most potent, exhausting emotion I'd ever had. The relief of having her home, I think, of having someone beside me once more had been what let me sleep so easily at last and yet maybe I'd been foolish in hoping she'd give the hunting a rest for awhile.

I knew what she was, I knew what she did, I wasn't any different. At least, we were the same species, I suppose the word is and I hardly have any intention of stopping her from hunting. It's her life, it's what she knows and I think a part of her loves it all the same but I'd thought, maybe, after being away so long she wouldn't want to hunt for awhile. Maybe that's not how it works, maybe those...desires, urges, whatever they were to hunt things didn't lessen in real Hunters. Not that im not real exactly but those wants don't exist for me, they never have. I'm defective I guess. Either way I felt her shift beside me when she did, stirring my own sluggish form into wakefulness, some part of me assured she was just going to the bathroom before I heard the front door click, the blue gold of my gaze staring blurry around at the room and that empty space beside me. She would be fine. I told myself that all the time and yet no matter how many times I did I still found myself waiting for her, pacing about the floors. Tonight I simply...lay awake, watching that clock flick from one hour to the next. I dozed a little, I think and yet the moment that front door clicked open at just after four in the morning I knew she was home at last, a sigh of relief passing through me as I lay on those charcoal sheets and simply waited for her to fall back into bed beside me and yet she went to the...bathroom?

I frowned somewhere in that gloom, easing myself upward a few moments later, one hand running through my dark gold hair as I sort of stumbled towards the bedroom door, glancing down briefly to at least make sure I had a pair of boxer shorts on. My naked form, glorious as it was, probably not exactly what she wanted to see here and now as I heard a sound of pain emit from that semi-closed bathroom door. God she'd hurt herself. I knew it even before I'd opened the door. Some part of me....angry though Im not even sure why, anger not exactly an emotion I felt all that often and yet I was hardly angry at her, I was angry at them, that Council that kept sending her messages in the middle of the night of faxing mission statements to my house that I had every mind to toss out when she wasn't looking. Im sure I own a bin....somewhere. I paused briefly outside the door, fingers resting upon it for barely a moment, a sigh of sorts released before I softly pressed against the door and stepped into the light, blue gold gaze blinking against that bright daze.

I smelt the blood well before I saw the injury, her name upon my lips before my gaze dropped to that bloodied arm and the mangled wound upon it, both eyes widening slightly, whatever words id been about to say abruptly cut off as I merely blinked in, well, horror for several moments. My eyes drifting slightly lower to eye my rather nice white bathmat and the blood staining it now. Well- I suppose white always had been a little....bold for a bathroom and yet the mat was hardly my greatest concern right now, gaze drifting to meet Kat's own at last, attempting to keep my eyes away from that bloodied wound.

"Kat, I.......what happened? God, do you need me to drive you to the hospital? "

Thank god I have one hell of a first aid kit. Although if I see a needle im not entirely sure it will be Kat who needs medical assistance.



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