Soothing a Wounded Beast

For quite some time, You sat patiently, beside a pile of Belle's Clothing That You had fished out of one of the trash bags. it had been at least half an hour since leaving Rose to her own devices in the bath, though the sound of her pained breaths and whimpers still graced Your ears every couple of seconds.

You didn't like hearing Her in pain, she didn't sound like herself, more akin to a small wounded animal, and so, to block out the sounds, You had been fiddling through those bags, to match up a competently nice looking outfit for her, something nice for Her in this barrage of pain.

In the bags, You had found a pair of white converse, some light grey jeans, and a beige fleece, nothing too tight to constrict on her wounds.

"Charles..." She called weakly, "Charles." She called once more, a little more strain in her voice this time "What's wrong?"

"I-I need You." You stood from You seat, the bundle of clothing in hand, and walked over to the bathroom door "Can I come in?"

"Ugh, just... please." strange, that sounded more akin to a plea, compared to her usual ordering tone.

Entering promptly, You saw her, lying in the bath full of water so bloody that even the Bubbles shone with a gleam of crimson, Rose's head poked out of the hot water, Her expression exhausted, the rest hidden beneath the water, "I..." she paused "My arms, won't reach... above my shoulders." Your eyebrows raised, You could see it, where her collar bone would shift up slightly you could see the polished Ivory of her skin, all brown and grimy from the Shoulders upward though, the Soft but volatile strength of her face not painted with drying blood "You want me to help You clean Yourself?"

"I want You to shut up and Help me...." Rose winced, blowing one of her wet hairs from Her stained face "yeah, alright then."

Your hands dipped into the waters, it was awfully hot for a woman so wounded, however, any thought of complacency quickly vanished as Your fingers made contact with the skin. Rose's skin was unfathomably soft and smooth like pillowy marble. She looked up at You with half-open eyes, You couldn't quite tell what the expression should have told You, only that despite her weary state, She was on guard.

A question arose in Your mind as You rubbed the blood from Her neck and shoulder blades, gently massaging between them a little in the hopes that it would provide some comfort, She closed Her eyes in quiet relief, the cold-burn of her skin causing You to frown a little as You compared yet another feature of Valerica's to hers.

"Rose..." You called softly, causing Her to weakly open her eyes again, You traced a wet finger along her cheek, wiping some of the blood away "You're connected to Valerica somehow." This was more statement than a question, for it had been a certainty within You for a while, Rose blinked quietly "I mean, You're different than she is in such subtle ways, Your hair is a little lighter than her's, She's a little taller than You are, Your eyes are Azure while her's are Gold, and she's stronger, a lot stronger..." She continued to listen quietly "but You look similar, smell similar, Your skin is Cold, so cold that it's almost... warm, You both sound European."

"So. What?" She asked in a very lucid way. You could tell after a short while of just looking at Her, that she bore You no ill will, not at the moment, She had done a lot to assist You, after all, in-spite of the Gerix's distaste of her, she might take on Your questions, consider them even and perhaps answer, just not now... not while she was like this.

Grabbing some shampoo from the bathroom shelf, You rinsed Rose's extremely large mane of wavy red hair, rubbing the shampoo through the stained locks until they returned to their original colour. Rose had passed out again after You had finished rinsing the Shampoo from her scalp, allowing You to gently clean the dried blood from her face.

It was strange just how eerily beautiful she was with that peaceful look on her face, her ruby lips, cute button nose, a sprinkling of freckles on her soft face which could be carved from a smooth Marble, That mixed with her killer body... It made You think "I never could have even gotten close to a babe like this when I was human, if I weren't to... take a little advantage, then I'd definitely regret it later" This train of thought inflamed curiosities in You, a particular primal curiosity pressed painfully against the Bath as Your hand got a little too curious for their own good.