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[b][color=darkcyan]Location;[/color][/b] Infirmary [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Walking to her dorm
[b][color=darkcyan]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Herself and sleeping Lucas [sub]([@Legion02])[/sub] 
[b][color=darkcyan]Mood;[/color][/b] Calm [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Internally curious and thoughtful [color=darkcyan]→[/color] ... [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Homeward bound! 
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[indent]Low acoustic music was playing out of her phone while she applied healing cream to Lucas' left hand wounds (having already did his right). Man, he could sleep through anything, couldn't he? Or, he was just piss drunk and the alcohol made sure he was in a deep sleep for the remainder of the night. That was a relief. She didn't need him to wake up and see her taking care of him. Knowing Lucas, he would somehow use that against her with that annoying smug on his face. Eliana couldn't help but quietly sing along while she made sure his knuckles wouldn't get infected, "[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiCATotIPeE][color=darkcyan]Time is the reason why we fight to stay alive until the morning comes. It's a strife. But the shimmer in your eyes just makes me know...[/color][/url]" [sub](Click her dialogue to go to acoustic version)[/sub]; The song was the acoustic version of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0NSEvOhyrM]Amaranthine[/url] [sub](original version)[/sub] by Amaranthe, a melodic power metal band. Woah?! Ellie knows metal? No way! She's not that left in the dark when it comes to music, although in this moment she wanted to listen to the quieter version of the song she liked.  

While she listened to the song, she couldn't help but think of all the events that happened today. From her first confrontation with Lucas, the Gun range, the sabotaging of his room with Jess, her second confrontation, her alone time with Charlotte, the walk with Elijah and Minako to now. With all the anger and spite this man made her feel, why was she making sure he woke up in a less shitty state than he currently was in? Ellie didn't want it to seem like she cared, because she didn't, but after everything he's done to her... somehow, she was the one taking care of him. 

"[color=darkcyan]I suppose that means I'm not entirely horrible.[/color]" she muttered out loud, mostly talking to herself. Her chartreuse green orbs rested on the face of the man she needed to learn to tolerate, "[color=darkcyan]You should sleep more, you're a headache when awake.[/color]" She couldn't help but smile at her words. If she wanted to, she could very well slip in his mind and see what he was dreaming about. However, Elijah had a valid point. This feud was childish. What would she gain by entering his mind? Probably some dreams of ladies he wants to 'dance' with and maybe him beating on Milo some more since he was obsessed with belittling others. Elijah, on the other hand, had sense and he didn't partake in any of these silly games. She couldn't help but find that admirable of him. For a villain of his age, he had knowledge beyond his years and held himself in a way that gave off a strong will not many could compare with. Without a doubt, Elijah had a good hold of himself and his emotions. Her gaze softened with the thought of the Pyromancer she began to fancy as she held onto Lucas' left hand, wrapping it gently in gauze and medical tape, "[color=darkcyan]You had a ball didn't you?[/color]" she addressed the unconscious man, not expecting a reply.

"[color=darkcyan]I'm curious... did you find out what I did? Did that make you angry?[/color]" A light chuckle slipped out of her soft lips. "[color=darkcyan]I'm not sorry for that.[/color]" Ellie paused for a moment while his hand rested in her's. Firmly staring at his face as if she was looking into his eyes, she shook her head, coming to terms that Lucas had extreme, anger issues, "[color=darkcyan]Just because you can use brute force, doesn't mean you're stronger than everyone. Obviously, this...[/color]" Her gaze trailed to his wounded fist. [color=darkcyan][i]Shows me a lot more than you think[/i][/color]. She expressed internally. 

Her thoughts on what may have stirred Lucas to the point of doing this to himself did make her curious of his inner battles, "[color=darkcyan]Maybe, we're not so different.[/color]" His left hand was nicely wrapped, almost professionally with how meticulous Ellie was. "[color=darkcyan]It sucks feeling inferior to someone you hate, doesn't it?[/color]" She let her teasing remark settle in the air, before adding, "[color=darkcyan]I know I hate the way you just annoy the shit out of me... to the point I start doubting myself. But...[/color]" Her expression was confidant, not the same Ellie that was depressed some time ago, "[color=darkcyan]I'm not weak, even if sometimes I feel... worthless... I know I can take on anything you throw at me.[/color]" She sighed, not looking forward to the future, where she had to deal with him. 

Placing his hand on his stomach, she stood up and glanced down at his body once more to make sure she felt accomplished. Looking below his knee, she noticed the fabric stick to his leg awkwardly, a bit torn (it wasn't terrible), and there were dark stains by his shinbone area, "[color=darkcyan]Jeez, Lucas.[/color]" [i]How far was she going to go to help this damn bastard[/i]? By now, the song had come to a close and there was only silence in the room. 

She had a few options:
[indent][list][*] Let him deal with his leg in the morning, possibly allowing it to get infected. 
[color=darkcyan][i]It's his own damn fault.[/i][/color]
[*] Pull his pants off, like any normal medical person would ask him to do, to have a full visual of what they're working with. Take care of it accordingly.
[color=darkcyan][i]Yeah, but is it really worth the effort? I'd have to... you know.[/i][/color]
[*] Or cut his damn pants to avoid the awkwardness of seeing him in his briefs.
[color=darkcyan][i]I've ruined so many of his pants.[/i][/color]
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Before she encountered that challenge - trying to decide what option for her to undergo - she went to the Nurse's kitchenette area and made a cold glass of water for him. Briefly placing it on the counter, she searched for meds to help with his possible hangover in the morning. Once she found some Blowfish tablets, since the nurse always came prepared, she searched through the cabinets for a small snack. [color=darkcyan][i]Alright... Dr. Thrope has popcorn, almonds, fruit...oh dark chocolate![/i][/color] Giving herself a break, she opened the wrapper and took a small piece off for herself, not one to over indulge in sweets this late at night. After thoroughly enjoying her little piece, she closed the wrapper up. She decided to give Lucas his own chocolate bar. She knew eating helped when intoxicated but the nurse didn't have any bread like substances anywhere. Chocolate was always a nice thing to wake up to! [color=darkcyan][i]Wait. Why the fuck am I being nice to him?![/i][/color] She realized the more she took care of him, the more she forgot he was the bane of her existence. Putting the unopened chocolate away, she placed her bar in her purse and then brought the glass of water and meds to the table beside his cot. 

When she placed the items on the table, she made sure everything was specifically placed - like it had some kind of order and reason behind its positioning. With her pointer finger, Ellie slightly pushed the glass to the left, "[color=darkcyan]That's better.[/color]"

Now. It was time to decide. Turning to Lucas and bringing her gaze down to his pants, she bit her lip. [i]What's it going to be, Ellie?[/i] [color=darkcyan][i]Be a bitch, or don't be a bitch.[/i][/color] 

Actually calm and not overly emotional, she decided to push her selfishness aside. Blowing her bangs up, with slight nervousness, she went to his belt. Looking up at the ceiling, her face turning a faint pink, she unbuckled his clip. [color=darkcyan][i]I hate you, Lucas.[/i][/color] Part of the reason why she decided to go this route was because if they continued their little feud, which she was fully expecting him to attack her again, she could be the one that provided pain to him next - not this self inflicting shit he did to himself (assuming it was self inflicted). So maybe, her taking care of him was a bit selfish? But at the same time, if she was in the same position, she would hope someone would make sure her wounds didn't get worse either. 

When she was done undoing his belt, she forced herself to look down (that general area) and unbutton his pants. [color=darkcyan][i]Oh, the regret.[/i][/color] Her heart was picking up. Never did she think she'd have to undress a man before. When she was done with the most awkward part, she used all the strength she could muster to pull his pants down from under his bottom, without pulling down his briefs (that would be terrible!). She was even contemplating getting on top of him to make it easier for her tiny self, but she decided to work around that (hell no!). After quite a bit of time, and struggle, and not wanting the jeans to rub hard against his wounds, she achieved the impossible. His pants were off! Breathing slightly heavy, from the effort this challenge was, she folded his pants and placed it on the nurse's bench chair (patting it so it didn't seem like it had wrinkles). Gaining her composure once more, Ellie placed her hand on her chest, looking away from Lucas (dying in embarrassment). Her face was blaring red. [color=darkcyan][i]You're almost done...[/i][/color]

Grabbing the first aid kit, she repeated the process of what she did with his fists to his wounded leg(s?). Clean. Apply soothing cream. And cover it with the medical supplies provided. With the amount of time she took to make sure nothing went wrong, one could say Ellie was pursuing a career in the medical field. Ellie simply liked things to be right the first time around, or she would have to do it all over again. When she was finally done, she whispered, "[color=darkcyan]Thank god.[/color]"

After cleaning up everything, she stretched and yawned, "[color=darkcyan]Time to lay on my broken bed, thanks to you.[/color]" 

Courteously, she covered him with a sheet from another cot to cover his body. With that, she retrieved her phone and bag. Dismissing herself without another word, she headed back to her dorm to call it a night (well, assuming she didn't bump into any more people - she was beat).[/indent]