"Dryer." She mumbled back softly, her eyes downcast. She unfolded her legs from underneath her and stood, still holding her arm through the bathrobe. "I'll go get them." She headed towards the laundry room, then turned and shrugged, "Look. You don't have to help me anymore than you already have.. but I would appreciate it." She turned around before the prickling tears found a way out of her eyes and down her face. She already knew what she had to do to get the mob off her tail.. she just didn't want to come to terms with it just yet.

Myrddin looked over at Sebastian with a Cheshire grin on his face as he slurped some more noodles down. Sebastian's face was a quizzical expression torn between wanting to help her and being fed up. Myrddin waited until he was sure Quin was out of earshot before talking to Sebastian. "So hun. What are we going to do? Help her? Kick her out to the curb? I don't know about you, but her story just doesn't add up to me."

Sebastian's gaze had been focused on where Quin was sitting, but when Myrddin spoke, he turned to look at him and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "No, I agree. Some things don't add up. But she has asked for our help..."

"And I know what you want to do - be the chivalrous knight and save the day. She's asking for time and a place to stay now - what will it be later on? She might be related to you, but it is very distant - she doesn't even look like you. You've more than done your part to help her when you gave her the cash when she tried to rob you all those years ago." He smirked at his mate playfully, "I still can't comprehend why you did that. She made me almost have a heart attack and you give her money. What kind of image did that send, I wonder?"

Sebastian nodded, thinking on Myrddin's words before replying. "Would you instead have had me run her through with a sword without giving her a chance to explain herself? That would have left a mess to clean up afterwards. She was thinner than a rail when we first crossed paths, and I could hardly send her away without insuring she wouldn't die the moment she walked out the door. In any case, it looks like she's much healthier than she was last time, and she's only asking for a place to stay for a short time. As big as this house is, she can easily lose herself in the rooms and we'd never have to see her as long as she's here."

"So you're going to let her stay? She hasn't even told you what her plans are while staying here. But.. it is your place. I don't think there's anything I can say that will sway you.." Myrddin trailed off with his voice turning coy. He set his ramen down on the table and went over to Sebastian and sat in his lap, curling his arms around his lover's neck with a smile. "But maybe there's something I could do? Besides, there would always be a chance she could walk in on us and not want to stay." He had been getting closer with each word until at last his nose was almost touching Sebastian's and he ended his sentence with a long, slow kiss.

Sebastian had put his arms around Myrddin when he sat in his lap, and the kiss was pure bliss until it ended. He pulled Myrddin closer to his body with a contented grin before uttering, "You know, ever since I turned you into a vampire, you've been more randy than ever."

Myrddin snuggled in his lover's arms and wrinkled his nose as he replied, "Well, the tumor doesn't trouble me anymore, either."

Quin found the laundry and dressed carefully. Her shirt still had a hole where the bullet went through it, but it wasn't soaking in crusty blood. The laundry room was warmer than the living room, but upon her inspection of her wound, she figured out why she felt so hot. The infection had spread up and down her arm and was an angry red where there wasn't a bandage covering the hole. The bandage was weeping bloody greenish yellow puss that could have only come from her wound. She sighed, shaking her head in disbelief as she rolled down her sleeve. She needed to go to the hospital, but she knew she couldn't. The mob... the mob... she thought to herself as she felt her head going fuzzy. She steadied herself with the dryer and she was still half dressed without her pants on. If she fainted now, she would never hear the end of it. Another wave of dizziness passed over her and she knew she couldn't hold on to consciousness. Well, at least I have on my underwear, she thought to herself as the blackness took over before she thumped onto the floor.

Things were getting hot and heavy with Myrddin and Sebastian as they roved each others' bodies with their hands. Both were aroused as they kissed and caressed and petted each other. Myrddin was just beginning to drag Sebastian to their bedroom when Sebastian pulled back, remembering their visitor. With a particularly vile Gaelic curse, he kissed Myrddin passionately before holding his lover tightly with a long sigh.

"Quin is still here and could be back any moment now. We need to reign in our desires for now... but later..." Sebastian trailed off, the longing in his words undeniable. He smiled and kissed the tip of Myrddin's nose as he felt him snuggle into the embrace further. A low groan of disappointment came from Myrddin and Sebastian chuckled. "You only did it to yourself." Sebastian lifted his head and maneuvered Myrddin to where he could see where Quin disappeared off to and to see if she was coming back.

"Strange that she hasn't returned yet. I wonder what is keeping her?" He muttered softly. "It should not have taken more than ten minutes to change from your bathrobe into her own clothes."

A mumble came back from his chest, "I'll give it to her to keep from wearing it again.. and it really hasn't been that long." Myrddin didn't want to move from Sebastian's arms, but Sebastian untangled himself from Myrddin's arms and walked towards the laundry room. "You know, I'm sure she's fine and just taking her time dressing." With his hands on his hips, Myrddin meandered over to the couch and plopped down, taming his lust down. Crossing his legs and arms, he waited for Sebastian and Quin to return.

Sebastian walked down the hallway and called Quin's name, but there wasn't an answer. The door to the laundry room was half closed, and though he knocked before he entered, there still wasn't a response from the other side. Truly concerned now, he opened the door halfway only to hear a loud "thump" as it hit a solid object on the floor that prevented it from moving further. Sticking his head around the door, he swore loudly as he saw Quin's inert body on the floor. Stepping around the door carefully, he saw her eyes were glazed over and open and her fingers were twitching jerkily occasionally. Kneeling, he shook his head in relief as he found she still had a pulse.

She was running a fever, and he noticed that her entire right arm was a blistered looking red. Why hadn't he noticed earlier when he picked her up she was warmer than a human should have been? He cursed his lack of attention and rolled up her sleeve to look under the dressing she had placed on herself. He winced as he saw the grossly infected color on her arm. There was no way he could take care of something this infected. He closed her eyes before tugging on her pants and zipping them for her. Picking her up in his arms like a china doll, he turned off the light on the way out of the room as he walked back to the living room.

Myrddin had his arms and legs crossed still when Sebastian came back in the room carrying Quin. Sebastian's serious and concerned look removed the sarcastic words from Myrddin's mouth and made him stand without a word. He followed Sebastian downstairs and out the door to the car where he placed Quin in the backseat. Myrddin was mildly confused; he had thought Sebastian was going to allow Quin to stay? Sebastian saw the confusion on Myrddin's face and went back to his front door to lock it, making sure his keys were in his pocket first.

When he returned, he motioned for Myrddin to get in the car before getting in the driver's seat. His voice was tight with concern and mild anger as he spoke. "Quin needs a hospital. She was saying it mildly when she called her wound infected."

Myrddin frowned but buckled up as Sebastian started the car and reversed hard. "Oh..kay. How badly is it infected?" A cutting look from Sebastian answered that question and Myrddin nodded. "Wonder why she didn't say something sooner," he muttered under his breath. The question hung in the air for the rest of the drive unanswered.