Ratigan entered Isabelle's bedroom, seeing her lying on her bed, sleeping off the pain. Lizzie was curled up on her side, vowing not to leave her side when she was brought in.
Isabelle had broken ribs, several bruises and a concussion. There was evidence that she fought, hard, but was constantly subdued.
Ratigan couldn't help but feel guilty, for he was the reason why she was kidnapped in the first place. He cursed under his breath that they couldn't catch Victoria, who somehow got away. He knows she's just biding her time, waiting for the moment to strike. He thought he should have ripped her apart when he had the chance. He couldn't help but think of the irony that the detective helped him find her; he wonders just what is going to happen now between them.
"Padriac?"
He looked to the side and saw Isabelle, trying to sit up with a groan. Her arm went around Lizzie, who still slept.
"Come here." She said, reaching out to him. He took her hand and sat next to her.
"Padraic, everything is fine. I'm fine, you're fine, everybody is fine. It was not your fault. You know that, right?"
"I know, Isabelle. But still, I-"
"Hold it right there, Padraic. You didn't know that crazy-ass frigid bitch was gonna do anything. Hell, none of us had any idea what she was gonna do. But I'm here right now and I'm ok…sort of."
Ratigan just smiled as he gently embraced her, but it still didn't quell his guilt. But he going to make sure that she will always be safe.
AN: Here is Isabelle healing and Ratigan just feels like crap.
He feels guilty because Victoria was trying to get back at him, that's why she took Isabelle, but Isabelle, in her usual fashion, said it wasn't his fault. But he still feels guilty.
Epilogue is after this. Stay tuned!
I don't own GMD, just Isabelle and Lizzie! Comments are loved!