--Fanged--

[switchaxe]

[Well, okay. Maybe taking on that flock of harpies solo was a pretty dumb idea, but in Ash's defense no one else was going to handle it and he's sick of these fucking birds harassing people in his neighborhood. He'll heal pretty quickly, but god is the healing gonna fucking suck.

Still, he doesn't make his way to a clinic or anything as he stumbles away from the alley he just beat the birds up in. He starts to head for his apartment several blocks away. Bleeding. Like a dumbass.]

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[infezione]

[It's the smell of blood that gets Fugo's attention, when he's out for a nighttime walk.

Once he's followed the scent and it leads him to Ash, it definitely gets him to pause a bit before he speaks up.]

Shouldn't you be getting medical attention for those injuries?

[switchaxe]

Nope, I'm good.

[He just keeps on walking. Or, well, limping. He is limping bad, and his ribs are absolutely bruised to shit.]

[infezione]

[... Ugh. Damn it.]

Come on. There's a night clinic around here.

[switchaxe]

I said I'm fine, so piss off.

[Don't make him get the claws out, dude.]

[infezione]

You're clearly beat to shit, limping, and I could smell you bleeding from five blocks away. Do you want to attract more vampires?

[switchaxe]

[In response, Ash just flips the guy off as he tries to limp away.

Claws out.]

[infezione]

[Right, well. Claws aren't putting him off any.

He is, in fact, going to grab this guy and just start dragging him in the direction of the clinic.]

[switchaxe]

Hey--lemme go, you asshole!

[Werewolves are strong, but unless he's shifted Ash is no where near as strong as a vampire. That doesn't mean he's going to just roll over and let this jackass drag him off to the clinic, but it does mean he's going to the clinic.]

[infezione]

[Off to the clinic, then!

Where the two of them are greeted by a very unamused witch who swears under her breath and starts getting things out to help with Ash's injuries.]

Okay, one, Fugo, what the fuck; two, wolf-boy, what the fuck were you doing that fucked you up like this?!

Canestrelli--

[switchaxe]

Fighting off those goddamn harpies, now let me go!

[If Canestrelli thought Ash would behave, she is sorely mistaken. He is fighting and squirming as much as he can.]

[infezione]

Oh, for fuck's sake-- Fugo!

Right-- [He's going to do what he can to help but sweet mother of Christ--]

[switchaxe]

Sara, is something--oh, hello Ash.

[Elliot walks in from the storeroom where he'd been organizing things and Ash instantly just stops fighting. Mostly because Elliot takes one look at the scene in front of him and just gives Ash a Look.]

Yooou fought those harpies, didn't you?

Someone had to, an' then this asshole kidnapped me an' dragged me here!

Fugo?

[infezione]

I could smell him bleeding from five blocks away, Signore Elliot. And he was limping. You know as well as I do that Giorno, Bucciarati, and I are far from the only vampires in the area, and that we're the least opportunistic.

[It helps that Canestrelli helps them out, but. Well.]

[switchaxe]

[Elliot sighs and takes a seat, settling in to explain to Ash who Fugo is, what the clinic is, and that no he isn't going to tell Rean that Ash did this. The entire time, Ash is still and lets Canestrelli do her work.

Elliot eventually leaves to go finish what he was doing, and Ash is just sulking.]

[infezione]

[Canestrelli murmurs her thanks to Elliot as she gets to work, and Fugo backs off a little. Once Elliot excuses himself...]

I'm not sorry for dragging you in for medical attention, but I am sorry for how I went about it.

[switchaxe]

Tch, it's fine.

[He's still sulking but he's fine. He's fine! He is in a lot of fucking pain.]

Thanks for not drinking my blood or whatever.

[infezione]

[Canestrelli's working on that!

Fugo just shrugs.]

I avoid feeding from people if I can help it. Canestrelli makes that easier.

[switchaxe]

Uh...how?

[infezione]

[It's Canestrelli that answers the question.]

Fugo and the other two are basically my blood disposal. I give them the unused blood bags that get too close to expiration.

[switchaxe]

[A beat.]

That sounds so fuckin' weird outta context. Blood disposal.

[infezione]

[Fugo just starts laughing, while Canestrelli simply smirks. The witch holds out a vial.]

Here. This'll help with the pain.

[switchaxe]

This gonna taste like ass?

[He downs it in one swallow.]

[infezione]

I've made those as palatable as I can. I need to ask Stelline if she's got any ideas for improvements...

[switchaxe]

[Excuse Ash as he gags--]

Yep. Tastes like ass. Fuck.

[infezione]

Sorry!

[Fugo just pats Ash's shoulder.]

[switchaxe]

I swear you witches do this shit on purpose. Water?

[infezione]

Oh, trust me, if I was doing it on purpose, I could have done a lot worse.

[She will get the water, though.]

You don't want to know what she gives people she's only reluctantly treating, or what she gives to people who did something monumentally stupid and got hurt.

[switchaxe]

[Give him a sec to wash the taste of terrible potions out of his mouth.]

Might as well be poison?

[infezione]

Even just watching it administered to someone else, it was an affront to all the senses.

But has Mista gotten himself into trouble like that since?

Well, no...

[switchaxe]

...Mista?

[infezione]

Human. Means well, but--

[...]

Oh, goddamn it, are you the werewolf he got into a fight with? I am so sorry--

[switchaxe]

If he's the fucker with the dumb hat and the gun? Yep, that's me. He started it, pulling a gun of me because he was fourth in line.

[infezione]

Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm going to kick his ass.

[switchaxe]

What's his damage?

[infezione]

He is extremely superstitious, and absolutely does not think before he acts--

[Oh boy here we go, this is a rant he's apparently had locked and loaded for a while.

Canestrelli offers Ash a sympathetic look and a snack.]

[switchaxe]

[Yeah. Yeah. Oh well, not like he can move much right now anyway.]

--so it's because of the number four?

[infezione]

It sure is.

[He is so tired.]