Recovery [Open to all]

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    Peter's eyes opened weakly after he endured another nightmare. At least he didn't wake up screaming. He was too weak to do that. Looking around, the hospital room was in a massive blur to his weakened sight. He didn't remember being here. Where was he?

    "Where.....where am...I?" Peter asked in a low and weak voice.

    His body was filled with pain and felt heavy as well. That fight couldn't have been a dream. No. He could feel the wounds and the fact that he could barely move anything due to blood loss. Some of his vision returned, things were still blurry though. He could make out the outline of a person.

    "Take it easy Mr. Cornwall, you'll be alright." a voice told him, Peter just looked away.

    Where was Guillotine? What caused that man to attack him? His mind was still trying to wrap around what happened. After all, it was just so sudden and hard to make sense of. Well, he would have a while to think about it. He doubted he'd get visitors.

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Izzy walked through the hospital her strong sences picking everything up. She was on edge as she walked and hated the smells. She glanced around herself every few secounds as she walked towards Peter's room. As she walked in she herd a nurse talking to Peter and the nurse soon walked by.

"How is he?" Izzy asked as she stood by the door and the nurse started to walk out.

"It will take some time before he is able to do much at all, he is awake though and lucky you found him when you did," the nurse replied.

"Good," Izzy said and went over to stand by the bed taping her fingers against her leg.

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Another day, another job.

Cry had been called away from his desk at PIDA for an investigation. He had been working on a few papers he and the rest of the Gamer Guys needed to get done. But it would seem the paperwork would need to be done by someone else. Hopefully it would be TB who took care of it, seeing as he was more...sophisticated with his writing than the others. Cry was no master of words, but, he wasn't as prone to exaggerating like the rest of the guys.

He wasn't sure what was going on the be honest. A superior had come to him saying that he needed to head to the hospital where an agent Peter Cornwall had been sent to. Cry had been told to question the agent...something about him getting into a skirmish with another man...a supernatural most likely...well, it had to have been if P.I.D.A. would involve itself further.

He made his way to the hospital, jamming out to his tunes in the car. After about ten minutes or so, he arrived, taking a few extra minutes to find a decent parking spot. After yet a few more minutes, he made it inside and asked about the hospitalized agent at the front desk. He made his way up, eventually coming across the agent's room. He heard talking, a nurse he guessed, as well as this agent Cornwall. Another woman had just slipped inside just as the nurse left, which made Cry hesitate for a moment. He adjusted his mask, making sure it was still firmly set on his face. He poked his head inside, his straight faced mask hiding any facial features, save for his blue eyes.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He said calmly, though a hint of apology tinged his tone. "You are Peter Cornwall correct?" Cry asked, stepping into the room. He lingered near the door though, feeling like he was intruding.

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    Peter looked back to see Cry. He hadn't seen this man before. His vision had finally balanced itself out and he could see completely. Well...never thought he'd see someone with a mask on when it wasn't Halloween let along be visited. But that was fine, the man most certainly had a good reason. It also surprised him to see Isabella here.

    "Yes. I'm Peter Cornwall." Peter said as he forced himself to sit up, wincing a few times. "Isabelle, could you leave us alone?"

    For some reason, Peter felt like this man was here to ask him something. He didn't know him and chances were the highers would send someone to question him. Well, it was possible this man was here to do just that. Once Isabelle had left, his gaze went back to Cry.

    "How can I help you, Sir?" Peter asked, pain gripped his voice a few times.

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Izzy stepped out of the hospital door and into the hall, however she stood outside the door as if on guard duty. She tried to stand still but eventually began pacing, knowing it was no good and it felt better for her to pace. She tuned out what the two people inside were saying for if Peter had asked her to leave them alone it meant he didn't want her to hear. She thought about the bloody state she had found Peter and Guillotine and shuddered, the sight was horrible and it was the only thing she could think of. Something hadn't been right about it in some way, and she knew that Peter hadn't been the one to attack.

Izzy thought about the scent and her steps almost halted as she could still clearly smell the scent of blood. She thought about how helpless Peter had looked as he lay on the ground unconscious and still. She had almost lost hope for the fact of how much blood was lost and pooling around him and Guillotine. She let the steady steps of her pacing calm her mind and kept it on calmer things like the way the park looked in the spring.

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Cry always felt awkward when it came to talking with others. Well, talking about serious-ish things anyways. He was always called for things like that though, because he managed to sound very calm and collected even during stressful situations. Between he and TB, they were both pretty good at this thing. He sort of wished TB were here with him now, seeing as he would know how to properly go about questioning a fellow agent.

He grimaced slightly from behind his mask, a movement that would remain unseen by any other. He felt sorry that he had to drive away a visitor to the injured agent, but, she would return when he was finished. Cry would be sure to make this as quick as possible, for both his and the other agent's sake.

"I'm very sorry for barging in on you so soon after you got here...I hope this won't take too long." He said calmly, all the while a nervous frown hiding behind his mask. "I'm Agent Cry. I was sent here by P.I.D.A. to um...figure out exactly what happened with you sir." He was never sure how to go about introducing himself. His name was most likely strange to Mr. Cornwall here, but it was a name he had used for so long, and most agents knew him as such. Very few actually new his real name, those few being the higher ups of course. The same was said about his true appearance. Not even his friends in his investigative group knew what his face looked like. They questioned him a few times, but after a while, they grew to accept the ever masked boy in their circle of friends.

"First of all, I guess I would like to ask what exactly happened?" Cry asked, keeping his tone perfectly level.

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    "Please, just call me Peter. Since we work together and all. Besides, I don't deserve that kind of title." Peter said, he winced slightly.

    He listened to what Cry had asked of him and the incident ran through his mind. Well, it seemed like he was right. But he hadn't expected the Highers to send someone so quickly. Although, it probably was best that Peter be questioned immediately, he hoped that he would stay awake long enough to give all the answers.

    "Where to start?" Peter asked. "I was in my quarters when Guillotine came there. I had just gotten done talking to Gabe, a fellow agent. I had a nightmare and it caused me to scream awake, Gabe heard it and he came to see what was wrong. Gabe left once I explained everything but, Guillotine came shortly after."

    Peter turned a bit, trying to get comfortable but also facing Cry as he spoke. His breathing was still a bit heavy and his voice weak, but he was at least speaking true.

    "He said that he heard me scream and that he came to see what was wrong. I had a feeling not to open the door but, I ignored it. He introduced himself and I to him, saying that he had recently joined the PIDA as well. I'm not sure if that's entirely true or not. Once he was in the room, he closed the door and said he wanted to eat me. I stood my ground and I had to protect myself, but I did my best to avoid killing him."

    It was hard to be certain on what to tell Cry. Details, facts, and truth were essential. But he didn't know just how detailed it was suppose to be.

    "I can explain how the fight went, do you need that as well? I'm sorry to ask that, I just want to make sure you get all the information you need." Peter add after a moment of silence to get some strength.

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Cry took a few steps closer to the bed, but not too close to cause any uncomfortable emotions from Peter. He was certain that being injured the way he was, he would be quick to feeling mistrust. He once again felt a twinge of uncertainty for being here, sorely wishing for another one of the guys to be here with him. However, Cry was alone on this...things would be fine.

"Oh...ok Peter." The young agent said, feeling a bit of embarrassment flush his face. He was so used to talking properly, for it was what he was taught as a child, and that's what everyone expected out of him.

Cry listened carefully to what Peter said, processing each word. He grimaced at the name Guillotine, and he flexed his hand. Yes, he knew the Hellhound, and knew how much trouble he had caused for his friends. He also knew how the man was now with P.I.D.A., which was odd to him. When Peter paused, Cry was nodding his head. "Guillotine. Yes, he is right on the basis he is a part of the agency now. He was one of my group's targets for months." He nodded slowly, then stopped, allowing Peter to continue. The agent was so quiet when he spoke, it was almost difficult for Cry to hear him at times. "You don't need to tell me how the fight went exactly...at least I don't think...just tell me what damage was done to the both of you I suppose." Cry took another step closer, feeling a sense of guilt almost. He hadn't liked the thought of Gil being a member at the agency, nor did he like the fact he now lived with Jesse. He feared for his friend, and feared for anyone who got in the way.

"Look friend, we will get things sorted out...I hope anyway. Just...avoid him as best as you can. Don't speak to him, don't approach him...or..." Cry sighed and composed himself once more. "Do you remember anything what happened after the fight? Like what happened to Guillotine? And was anyone else involved?" He was unsure what else needed to be asked, and he was finding it hard to keep himself in a calm, neutral standpoint. Cry at least hid most of the emotion from his voice, which very well may cause more uncertainty in Peter, or at least make it seem like he didn't care for the fact that he had been injured by another agent. "I'm sorry this happened to you." Cry said quietly, giving the agent a single nod before pushing his hands into his pockets. He allowed himself to slump slightly, making himself seem a little more relaxed than what he really was.

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    Peter was surprised by the information Cry mentioned about Guillotine. So the hellhound spoke at least truthful about being part of the PIDA. The surprising news made Peter sit up quickly but he winced, quickly regretting his fast movement.

    "He....transformed and that's when the fight started, inside my quarters." Peter told Cry. "He got his claws into my side and bite me here." Peter pointed to the area in between his right shoulder and his neck.

    He was trying to speak in his normal tone. But the pain was making it hard, also he had been yelling the whole time he spoke in that fight. So naturally his voice would be worn out.

    "I shot...I shot Guillotine three times in the knee, I also managed to hold the gun next to a ear of his. The barrel was pointed at the ceiling, so it wouldn't go in his head. But I still fired it, just to make him let go of me. His ear is most likely ringing still from the gun going off right next to it."

    Peter sighed. Trying to recall more. His body was starting to demand sleep due to the blood loss. But he was trying to ignore it. Cry needed this information, and it was Peter's job to give it.

    "I remember....getting out of the room after firing the gun next to his ear. He let go and...I was able to get out of the room. I closed the door behind me, went down the hall a bit." Peter added, he put a hand to his forehand, closing his eyes as well. "I remember.....I remember yelling at Guillotine, who was still in the room. I knew someone would've heard the ruckus but...I passed out after yelling. I don't....I don't even know how I got here to be honest. To my knowledge, no one else was involved."

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Cry nodded along to Peter's words, showing that he was in fact listening to him. All the while he frowned from behind his mask, grimacing every so often. "That looks like it hurts...a few of my friends got pretty beat up by this guy too...although all of you guys are lucky he didn't...do worse." He said, his calm tone wavering just the slightest.

He looked around him real quick, spotting an unused chair at the side of the room. He strode over to it and grabbed it, quickly sliding it over to Peter. He sat down, his elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm. Cry wished he could do something about the agent's pain. He almost wished he could just allow him to sleep, he looked so tired. He hoped he wasn't accidentally causing the injured man more fatigue by talking to him...his unusual, and often times random power had that affect on people. He remember once he knocked out half of his team mates by simply talking...sometimes he hated his power.

"I am glad to hear no one else was involved...so, what was his reason for attacking you again? I'm sorry, I just want to be clear." He said almost sheepishly.

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    Peter's eyes started to close but he shock his head to try and keep them open. It sort of worked. The bloodloss was really starting to effect him worse now. He pondered Cry's question as he tried to keep himself awake. He was only human. What did Guillotine want? What did he want? Peter ran the question through his head over and over. It then struck him hard as Guillotine's words came out clearly in his head when he had opened the door.

    "He wanted to eat me." Peter answered after the long silence of him trying to remember.

OOC: Sorry that it's shorter than the others.)