[Kit didn't know how to feel about Vincent's response, so he decided not to think about it at all. At this point, arguing would be wasting time and energy he didn't have on someone who wasn't even family much less a friend. It didn't matter what they'd suffered through together, what they'd almost done, or that the other boy and him seemed to be caught up in something much larger than themselves, something beyond even his explaining. The only thing of any importance right now was making certain their cab driver didn't give them any grief when they finally slid into the backseat and told them where they were going and how fast to get them there.
Fortunately, the large man behind the wheel was extremely obliging to the blood-curdling looks both boys were wearing, and whatever protests he had about driving to the next district over at this time of night died as soon as they attempted to roll off his tongue. He was told to step on it, and he did.
The trip from Green Valley to the hospital in the neighboring district was mercifully short at that rate, but it wasn't until after paying their driver and heading toward the emergency entrance that they were able to get a good look at themselves in their reflections on the windows. Kit was presentable enough, but there was still blood staining Vincent's throat, the bite mark he'd left on him open and exposed.
He turned suddenly, peeling off his jacket and pulling it over Vincent's shoulders. He couldn't do anything about the piercings. He wouldn't even ask the other boy to go that far for him. But this...asking this wasn't too much, was it?]
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Fortunately, the large man behind the wheel was extremely obliging to the blood-curdling looks both boys were wearing, and whatever protests he had about driving to the next district over at this time of night died as soon as they attempted to roll off his tongue. He was told to step on it, and he did.
The trip from Green Valley to the hospital in the neighboring district was mercifully short at that rate, but it wasn't until after paying their driver and heading toward the emergency entrance that they were able to get a good look at themselves in their reflections on the windows. Kit was presentable enough, but there was still blood staining Vincent's throat, the bite mark he'd left on him open and exposed.
He turned suddenly, peeling off his jacket and pulling it over Vincent's shoulders. He couldn't do anything about the piercings. He wouldn't even ask the other boy to go that far for him. But this...asking this wasn't too much, was it?]