Trouble is a Friend (Silas)

[Abraham Grey]

Abe had thought that finally hearing about exactly where Silas had been for the past three weeks would have eased his worry, but apparently the words grievous bodily harm and finding out that he was in the care of vampires did little convince him that his friend was safe. Which was why, two days after a visit to Jacaranda to find out if she knew any more about the situation (she didn't), he'd decided that he simply couldn't wait any longer to see him. It was only four in the afternoon, not technically visiting hours and a little early for vampires, but Abe was damned if he was going to make things convenient for them. Besides if he left now he could skip out on dinner duty and make Connery cover it instead (feeding him some sob story about how they weren't sure Silas would last the night, those blasted vampires) and the only alternative was actually marking some of his student's work.

Finding the coven building was easy enough, although Abe almost splinched himself trying to apparate inside it. It seemed while the vampires didn't trust magic they weren't above using it to protect their home from unwanted intruders. So he had to go in the traditional way and talk to the sullen-looking receptionist (Abe was beginning to think that all vampires looked sullen, which might have had something to do with having eternity to brood about their own immortality or maybe it was just the fangs making them pout). It was there that he encountered his first problem, it seemed the vampire wasn't going to let him march in to see Silas without an appointment at any hour of the day. Abe solved this problem by raising his voice and attracting the attention of somebody important enough to overrule the stubborn receptionist.

”Why are you keeping him here?” Abe demanded, making sure to keep his voice a good few decibels above what was acceptable for normal conversation. ”And don't give me that 'it's for his own good' bollocks, he could get much better care at St. Mungos.” The vampire led him down a long cold corridor with no windows and didn't respond. Not that Abe gave him much of a chance to. ”What kind of state is he in? I must say the letter from Mr. Jacobs was profoundly uninformative.” He sniffed as though he didn't think any vampire deserved the title of Mr.

”Have you even let healers in to see him? Frankly I think your methods are barbaric. I've a good mind to contact the ministry about this, how they've let this farce go on for so long I have no idea. It was one of your kind that did this to him in the first place and yet they continue to let you practically hold him prisoner.” Abe couldn't be certain, but he thought he saw the vampire's lips twitch in annoyance. Good, he was finally getting to the stony bastard. Unfortunately he didn't get any more of an opportunity to wear the vampire down as they reached a door that was being guarded by yet another of the toothy gits. The two vampires leaned in to have a murmured conversation, but whatever was said was too quiet for him to hear. The one that had lead him there walked off and finally the guard turned to talk to Abe.

”Mr. Rosier has sustained severe injuries at the hands of a rogue vampire,” He said, voice an uncaring monotone with the barest hint of a European accent. ”His knee was shattered, several of his other bones were broken, he was beaten and he suffered serious blood-loss. Unfortunately his status and his recovery were impeded by...” The vampire paused for a split-second as though deciding how to word his sentence. ”Other complications.” He held up a hand before Abe could break into another tirade about these so called 'other complications' being the vampires themselves.

”I'm telling you this because I want you to understand that while Mr. Rosier's condition is stable he is still in a delicate state.” Abe snorted at the thought of anything about Silas Rosier being delicate, the vampire continued as though he hadn't heard it. ”You are not to do anything that may overexert him.” The guard's eyes flicked to Abe's breast pocket as though he knew about the flask of whiskey nestled there. Abe scowled, feeling as though he was back at school being lectured by one of his professors. ”And finally don't be surprised if his appearance has changed drastically, he's been through a lot.” With that the vampire stepped aside to let Abe through the door.

He almost didn't recognise the thin, sallow-faced man sitting propped up by the pillows in the only bed in the room. It was only the frown on Silas's face that confirmed that beneath the fading bruising, dark circles beneath the man's eyes and slightly unkempt hair was the friend he'd come to visit. Even looking as dreadful as he did Abe couldn't help but crack a grin. Silas was okay... Well, not exactly okay, but alive and that went a long way to easing the worry that had been troubling him for weeks. ”Merlin, Silas, you look like shit.” Abe said by way of greeting. He eyed an unrecognisable contraption that stood at Silas's bedside suspiciously. It was beeping softly but incessantly with tubes and wires coming out of it and Abe crossed the room to sit by Silas's bed while still trying to stay as far away from the unknown object as possible. If it tried anything he was going to curse it. ”Bit of a pickle you've gotten yourself into here isn't it.”

((OOC: CHRISTMAS POST!))

[Silas Rosier]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top]	[rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;]   There were noises outside the door. Raised voices. Arguing. Silas awoke groggily. His brain was struggling to catch up. Voices. What?   Ergh. Holding his eyes open was easier said than done.   It looked like he’d fallen asleep reading. His discarded book was lying forgotten on the floor and there was a crick in his neck from being propped up awkwardly for the last few hours. Silas tried to straighten himself up, only to pull a face as the movement triggered a strong stabbing pain in every one of his burns.   Crap. Okay. What time was it?   That Fucking Clock read four pm. Only just starting to get dark.   ... How the hell did he manage to fall asleep? Silas scowled uncomfortably. Call him paranoid, but he was making a point not to go to bed after sundown. It wasn’t like the fanged bastards had ever given him a reason to trust them, so he caught what little shut-eye he could during the day before the painkillers wore off.   Still, this was early to come around even for them. Silas tried to flex the crick out of his neck while attempting to hear what they were saying through the walls. Something must have got them to come around and he doubted he was going to like it. When did he ever?   Or not.   The door opened, but it wasn’t the doctor he’d been expecting. Hell, it was Abe of all people. What the? This was unexpected. He didn’t even know Abe was planning to visit, let alone this early. Although hell, he wasn’t complaining: right now he’d take a thousand Abes all cramped in the same room and jostling for space over yet another so called ‘medical practitioner’.   “Merlin, Silas, you look like shit.”   Yep. That was the man he knew. Silas grinned. It hurt to do so, but fuck if he was going to let on how bad a number Dacian had done on him. “Is that all? Excellent. I feel worse,” he joked, gesturing at a seat near the bed for Abe to sit and trying to bolster more energy into his voice. “Shit, man. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you.”   “Bit of a pickle you've gotten yourself into here isn't it?” Abe asked conversationally once he’d gotten comfortable.   The question caught Silas off guard for a second. It had a ring of familiarity he definitely didn’t like. “You should know it’d take more than this to keep me down,” he said, regarding Abe with the vaguest hint of suspicion. “Please tell me you brought me a stripper.”	[atrb=valign,top]
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