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"The Grubs. It's what they call the people who owe this guy money."
She pulled his shirt down gently and exhaled. "Okay. This is actually not as bad as it could have been," she said, beginning to clean. "It left...
"It could be anywhere," he said flatly. "This is just where people drop off what they collect from the Grubs."
She began to pat the wound clean, her brow furrowing. "I actually need to check your back. See if the bullet is still in you."
He opened the door slowly, peering in before opening it fully. "Okay. Come on," he whispered. This room was not like the hallway. It was dimly...
She went over to the doorway, going over to the bathroom to grab the first aid before returning to his side. Her fingers brushed the fabric of his...
Ferris' eyes narrowed as he watched the guy go. There was a moment where they waited to make sure that the coast was clear before he looked down...
She paused, watching him in surprise as she considered him, her clear grey eyes widening slightly. She was silent for a moment before she tilted...
He frowned before his eyes widened slightly and he pulled Fleur to the side hastily, tugging on her hand and pulling her around the corner just as...
She looked confused, tilting her head as she watched him. "So... you were paralyzed or something?"
Ferris was moving quickly, darting down the hallway and following turns as if he knew the path well. He stopped in front of a door and leaned in,...
She frowned, taking out the wheelchair and coming back to him. "You have?"
He took a deep breath and opened the door tentatively. The hallway in front of them was classic and elegant, a chandelier hanging from the...
She frowned, opening the closet. "A wheelchair?" she asked, sounding as if she was trying to maintain lightness. "You gotta stop hurting...
He noticed her flush and frowned before turning back to the door. "Okay. Ready?"
She nodded, straightening up and going over to it. "Okay. What is it?"
He glanced back at her, noticing her expression. "You don't have to be frightened, Fleur," he told her gently. "I won't let them hurt you."
"Yeah, of course," she said hastily, fighting to keep the tremor out of her voice. She moved him towards his bedroom, pulling one of her hands...
He nodded, going over to the door and listening. "Okay. That's good. They don't normally come back until about three in the morning."
She opened it, looking over at him nervously. "Can you feel your legs?"
