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Seth bit his lip worriedly as the elevator slowly climbed up to the correct floor. Only one or two people stood in the little moving room with him, busily watching the numbers, reading a paper, or talking quietly on their cell phones. He himself had a balloon, a card, and a small bouquet of flowers as well as a bright pink blush across the bridge of his nose. It extended almost to his ear tips and his entire face the closer he got to the room he had been directed to. When Ily had burst through the front door and ran straight to her room, refusing to open the door or even speak with anyone Seth had known something bad had happened.

Once the police car arrived, things went instantly downhill. Damon managed to talk the police out of arresting her and even got them off his property. As soon as they left, that was when the shouting started. Furniture flew, a window or two were smashed and a lamp ended up in the kitchen in a hundred pieces. Seth had grabbed some money from Damon's wallet and got out of there as fast as he could. From what he had heard, Ily snapped on Phoebe and sent her to the hospital. Using the money he had, the naga had bought the items he now held and a bus trip to the hospital she had been taken too.

Ily might have been too scared to go, but he wasn't. He was worried about the pretty pink-haired spawn more than his sister and the trouble she was bound to get into with their guardian. He just had to make sure Phoebe was alright and try and comfort her. Taking a deep breath, Seth knocked tentatively on the door to her room, his body decorated with a few more henna tattoos. The extensive ones around his eyes had taken the longest and were beautiful shades of burnt orange, the one shaped like an eye on his shoulder a deep brown. Several others were on his back, stomach, and arms featuring a different tribal or Aztec design that had taken hours to do. "Phoebe? May I come in please?" Seth called out softly, hand resting on the door handle. Maybe he shouldn't have come...

Seth smiled shyly, slowly opening the door to slide into the room. He didn't look up from the little bouquet of flowers, choosing instead to snake over without looking up. If he did, he was sure he'd just flee the room. As sweet as he was, bravery was one thing he lacked when he was this nervous. His shyness didn't help him at all either as he held out the gifts. "I... I g-got these for you Phoebe," he muttered, thankful that his green bangs had fallen into his face to hide the bright blush he was sure to be there.

He wasn't dense. He knew he liked Phoebe but the whole dating thing scared him a little, mostly from what Damon pounded into his skull. It was almost like the man was determined to keep Seth single till he was well into adulthood. Coiling up so he had a place to sit without taking up a chair space, the naga glanced up at his friend. Despite the dark bruising, unflattering clothes, and disheveled hair, Seth still thought her to be really pretty. "H-how're y-you feeling? You going t' be ok?" Stuttering a little, he managed to flash her a small smile.

Seth smiled as she thanked him, blushing a little. "It's n-no problem, Phee," he replied softly, voice dwindling to nothing as he looked around the small room. There was no sight of her guardian or anyone else other than themselves which was a plus at least. He didn't want her guardian to go berserk on him for his sister's actions of which he could never do. She was his complete opposite in almost every single way and he kinda liked it that way.

"Hm? Oh, I... I asked h-how you were, Phee," he replied, frowning slightly when he noticed the pained look on her face. Oh dear, was he saying to much? Or maybe speaking too loudly? "You ok? C-can I get you somethin'?" Seth asked, moving a little closer to the bed.

Her mind was all fuzzy? Seth inwardly sighed, feeling horrible about what Ily did to her. This was one of the few times she did something even HE regretted. Probably the only reason why she hadn't lashed out at him was because of his unique ability to calm people down just with his voice. "You're not hideous. You're still th' pretty girl I remember," he commented, blushing wildly after he spoke upon realizing what exactly he had said. Perhaps he should do what Damon was always telling Ily to do; to watch what he said and think before he spoke. Phee was probably wondering if he was some sort of weirdo or something now. Great.

"She's also t' blame, Phee. She shoulda tol' you earlier... An' I came cause I was worried bout you Phee," Seth replied, not bothering to mention that he mainly came to get out of the house and away from the shouting. Calming voice or not, nothing short of a miracle would stop the explosion of tempers that was sure to happen. "Hey... Since you think you're not pretty, which is a lie cause you're still really pretty, wha' if I made you a mask? It could be pink an' glittery an' then you could hide th' bruises," he suggested, speaking slowly as he thought out what he was going to say. He'd already admitted to thinking she was pretty so saying it again wouldn't do any more harm already. And if she really wanted to hide her face, well, she could at least do it with style right?

Seth grinned and nodded. "Course, an' no problem. I'll make it when I get home where all my craft stuff is," he replied softly, moving to go sit in a chair where it was hopefully more comfortable than the floor even with his makeshift seat. His tail was nice to sit on, but on tile floor it sometimes was a little too cold to deal with. As he settled into the chair, he paused and frowned as he realized something.

"Hey Phee? Where's your mom? Shouldn't she be here?" he asked, suddenly unwilling to leave his friend alone in the room. He had thought when he first showed up that she had gone to the bathroom or something. Now that he'd been there for a while, it didn't seem like she was returning anytime soon. Not to mention he doubted Phoebe really remembered where her mom went but had to ask anyways.

Seth grinned, inside brimming with excitement and already figuring out how to design a mask for her. Maybe he could make something for her now and get something way better later. Yeah, like one of those porcelain masks that circus performers had on that his sister liked watching whenever a show of theirs was aired. "S'no problem at all, really. It'll be fun to do."

"The doctor? Oh... Mind if I wait here till she gets back? Can't be fun sitting in here all alone," Seth commented, also using it as an excuse to stay longer. Home wasn't going to be pleasant to return to at all. If he listened hard enough, he was pretty sure he could hear them shouting still. Or maybe the fire trucks rushing to their home if the fight escalated to something the neighbors might worry about.