|Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-09-06 07:41:00
|Entry tags:||joseph van der berg, saint anthony, saint patrick|
WHO: Patrick, Anthony and Joey
WHAT: Finding Joey
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: An alleyway
Michael was staying with Clio, and Patrick had called an ambulance and sent them towards the address Anthony had given him. Patrick wasn't about to not go too, just in case. And it wasn't until he was frantically making his way towards the address Anthony had given him when he realised it really would have been wiser to let Anthony pick him up and drive. Patrick was too frantic to be careful.
Lucifer had Joey. He had had Joey for weeks. Patrick's worst fears had been realised, and now Joseph was lying in an alley somewhere and Anthony had said he needed a hospital-
Patrick parked the car Hermes had given to him as a gift in exchange for accidentally kidnapping Patrick instead of Jacob Grimm when he heard of Clio's pregnancy. He jumped out of it and dashed down the alleyway behind the building Patrick could only assume was Lucifer's. He had beaten the ambulance. Dammit.
He caught sight of his friend, curled near a few bags of trash and a horrified sound escaped his lips. "Joey!" he yelled, rushing forward and falling to his knees beside his friend. He was all over wounds and some looked infected. Joey was shivering and sweaty and he looked far thinner than he had when Patrick had last seen him. "Oh, Joey." Without even meaning to, Patrick's saintly aura surrounded Joey with calm and peace.
Joey grunted, but nothing more. He had dragged himself from the other side of Lucifer's door but in the end he was too weak to get anywhere. He had given up and now it seemed like he wasn't dead yet. His eyes couldn't focus on the person touching him but suddenly he felt warm and happy and he didn't care at all who was with him. Everything was going to be okay.