Phoebe: -laying on the cold floor, a puddle of blood on her left side, shirt torn, blood caked oner her nose, mouth and neck, some on her chest as well; several bruises on her arms, ribs, stomach, face and legs, seemingly asleep. Her hair caked in blood as well-

Patch: -has had a pretty successful outing, although he did have to turn a pretty girl's affections down, though he didn't feel too bad, knowing he'd be going home to his mate. As he walks in the door, knows something's wrong; alarmed, his tail puffs up- Phoebs?

Phoebe: -grunts a bit, apparently not asleep, and whines at the pressure grunting put on her cracked ribs- L.... living room. -panted out, whining slowly-

Patch: -sensitive ears pick up her faint voice and his heart leaps into his chest. Blindly rushes towards the living room, spying her broken and bloody on the floor and he freezes, looking at her, in stunned silence- Oh holy s**t... -whispers before slowly dropping to his knees beside her, as if afraid to hurt her more- What the hell happened, Phoebs... Jesus...

Phoebe: Lost.... a f-fight... -looks up at him and then gave a weak smile- L-looks worse... Tired.. -muttering, attempting to get up and cries out as she bent herself, falling back to the ground with a thump- C-cracked... ribs.. I would.... think.

Patch: -bites his lip as she smiles through her pain, he can see it in her eyes- Jesus -utters again; what did he do? He was supposed to be her guardian angel! but he was coming up blank. Deep breaths. Get her clean... See where the wounds are and treat them- I'll run a bath... -stands and moves to the bathroom-

Phoebe: -would reach for his hand, you know, if it wasn't in pain with a cut on her arm from blocking the blade aimed at her side- A....ah.. Stitches... for my side... -ignores the one on her arm because she thinks it's superficial-

Patch: -nods, then runs warm water, not too hot, for her bath. Digs around in the medicine cabinet, finding sutures and a needle. He sterilizes it with a lighter flame, hoping that'll be enough to do the trick, and then places them on the counter. He looks at himself in the mirror, runs both hands through his red hair, and takes a deep breath. he could do this. Hurries back to Phoebe's side-

Phoebe: -looking up at the ceiling and watches a moment, waiting patiently for him to come back and then swallowed a bit and worked her jaw- S-she brought... me back... here though

Patch: -growls low in his throat, golden eyes flashing slightly- That's good, babe... If not, I would've had to hunt her down and stick a knife between her ribs -says with a flourish of aggression, not typical to him, though it passes and he turns soft once again- L-Let me pick you up... Tell me if I hurt you... -softly, attempting to maneuver her into his arms-

Phoebe: -looked at him sharply and frowned, letting him pick her up and whined a little until she got situated just right, tail limp the whole time- S-she.... we both... had a bad day.

Patch: Mmm... -carries her to the bathroom and gently places her in the tub, pulling away wet clothes until she was bare, but he didn't see that; he begins to wash away the blood from the various wounds, sopping clothes on the floor making a puddle- Well did you rough her up at least a little?

Phoebe: B-broke the bitches... nose. -grinned, hissing at the water on her skin and dipped to her wounds, looking to Patch with a small frown as she tugged on his hand a bit, wanting his attention on her face- H-hey... We're... ... I mean... We're not.... going to fight much more.... that... Satine and me. Think... she's.. a friend. OK?

Patch: -grins at her grin, running a wet hand through his hair so he could see her better, gazing into her eyes and pulling his ears back a little- That's good. You need more friends -winks and tweaks her nose, then washes the blood from her hair; it was obvious that he would be a good father from the way he doted on her-

Phoebe: Y-you... mad? -watches him, arching a brow and then whined at the rag through her hair, pouting- 'cause... T-this.. won't... bet the worst.. you see me..

Patch: No...not mad -says softly- Concerned, yes. Why do you need to fight to feel strong, Phoebs?

Phoebe: Pride. -grunts and shifts herself, dipping her gashed water into the arm and hisses, ears pricking up as she yanked it out- Gotta... protect.. you, this place... Can't.. do that without a few scrapes.

Patch: -feels a smile rise to his lips- Protect me? What, I can't protect myself? -but she had a point; she was the master of this place...and if she didn't protect it, who would?- Just...next time you feel the need to ...protect us, let me help you, okay?

Phoebe: Think about it. -nods a bit and wants to sink into the water- ....Stitch me... 'cause....... I wanna lay down. Getting... dizzy.

Patch: Gotcha... -smiles and lets the water drain out of the tub, drying her off as it goes with a fluffy towel. Drying his hands, he picked up the sutures and needle and began to work on her wound, mentally wincing as the needle sank into skin, but doing his best. After the side wound was stitched, he caught sight of the wound on her arm and fixed that up as well. Then he plucked her up again and carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed-

Phoebe: -sits there, cold and naked as he stitched, trying not to shiver and jerk at the pain in her side as he stitched, whining softly and then huffed when he finished and brought her to the bed, whining as she sank into the softness- O-ow....

Patch: -winces- Sorry... -softly spoken- Do you...want me to dress you, or will covers do until morning?

Phoebe: Just... covers. -grunted and then winced at that and glared at the ceiling- But.... stay here...

Patch: -smiles- Alright... Lemme turn off the lights in the house. I'll be right back. -pads off to do so, thinking twice and bringing her a glass of water just in case she woke up thirsty, and then settled himself on the bed next to her, careful not to bump or nudge her-

Phoebe: -reached her hand out and took his own, eyes fluttering closed as sleep closed in on her, ever so quickly, she'd probably feel worse in the morning-