ʀᴏʙʙɪᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇs 💀 (ghostrider) wrote in themandalay, |
Her smart-ass response made a inaudible sigh leave his lungs; of course she'd still have that attitude after what just happened. He didn't understand her sometimes. It didn't matter how bad things got, Daisy always held onto the attitude that was all hers. "I've noticed," he retorted, but there wasn't much of an edge to his voice. He sounded tired, regretful -- disappointed in himself. He didn't believe her when she told him that she was alright, because he knew what he'd done to her; each punch, every attack, he remembered all of it. But it was pointless to debate it now; the crazed civilians were still stuck behind the wall of fire and debris that he'd created but it wouldn't last forever. And he needed to get her somewhere safe; they needed to get out of the area before any police showed up, which he knew they would. This wasn't eastern LA. Together, him supporting her with his arm and shoulders, they walked back to the Mandalay. Because of the persistent flowers, he steered them to a service entrance at the back of the hotel that he'd started using in order to get to work faster. It was for the employees, yet none of them seemed to be bothered that he also used it. The elevator wasn't too far after that and he helped her inside, punching the number for his floor with more force than was needed. He didn't say anything while the elevator travelled, but didn't separate himself from her either. The familiar ding had him helping her out of the elevator and down the hall to his room, unlocking the door after a quick struggle to get the key out of his pocket. Once they were inside, Robbie helped her to the couch and let her sit down, having kicked the door shut behind them with his foot. He yanked his gloves off and dumped them somewhere, then headed into the bathroom and grabbed a damp face cloth, some pain pills and a glass of water. He hadn't let the other guy other before tonight since arriving here, but he had wanted to be prepared for anything. He just didn't think it would have been this. Coming back, he sat down on the couch beside her -- he wanted to clean the blood off her face but he wasn't sure whether she wanted him to get too close, so he held the cloth out to her. The glass of water and box of pain pills, he put on the table in front of them. He waited a minute before finally asking, "Why did you get involved?" |