Chapter 10- Perfect
Everyone in the bar stood silent in shock as Vegeta fell to the floor unconscious.
Even the two men who had been fighting were silent.
After a few seconds, people started gathering their senses again. Men in the bar, most of which had known Vegeta for a while, grabbed the two men and started dragging them roughly toward the exit.
Chuckie, Gee, Thomas, and a few other people had gathered around Vegeta to see if he was alright. He wasn't waking up and he was having muscle spasms. His whole body was shaking violently. There was a growing pool of blood coming from his head.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" A person yelled.
"NO!" Gee ordered.
Everyone but Thomas and Chuckie looked at him confused.
"Take him home, Chuckie." Gee said not bothering to explain why he wouldn't call the hospital.
"I'll help." A man who had been a regular for years spoke up. "My car's out front."
"Alright." Chuckie said as Thomas picked Vegeta up.
The man led the way to his car. Chuckie got in the back seat and Thomas laid Vegeta across it with his head on her lap.
"You're not coming?" Chuckie asked Thomas.
"No ma'am." He answered simply.
Chuckie nodded her head saying she understood and signaled for the man to drive.
Luckily for them, that was one of the days that the elevator was working and the man didn't have to carry Vegeta up eight flights of stairs. While in the elevator, Chuckie had dug in Vegeta's pockets and had quickly found his keys.
She let herself into his apartment with the man following and showed him Vegeta's bedroom.
After the man had settled him, he asked Chuckie if she needed his help with anything else.
She politely told him no, and so the man left.
After he'd left and she'd locked the door, she went to tend to Vegeta.
By now, his spasms had lessened considerably but he was still shaking a bit. The bleeding had lessened too.
She bent over him to examined his head. On the right side right above his eye was a huge gash about three inches long and what was the beginnings of a very large bruise. There was a cut on his cheek just below his eye and another on his collarbone. These two weren't as big, but they were still pretty deep. She figured they were probably from falling glass.
She picked herself back up and started making her way to the bathroom. She found it quite funny at how messy the boy was. There was clothes, paper and other junk all over the floor to the point that she couldn't help but step on it.
She figured that if Vegeta had a first aid kit it would be in the bathroom. After searching for about five minutes and coming up empty handed, she grabbed a towel, some band-aids, and some antiseptic, which she was thankful that he did have, and made her way back to the bedroom.
After applying the antiseptic, she put the band-aids on the smaller cuts. The cut on his forehead was too big for a band-aid however, so she'd have to find something else.
Seeing that he seemed to be fine and that it was only ten thirty, she left the apartment to head down to the all-night drugstore on the corner of the block.
She went quickly and got all the stuff she needed, and got back to the apartment only fifteen minutes after she had left it.
When she got back, she noticed that he was still out cold. She put some doo-hicks (cause neither she or I know what they're called) on to gash to hold it together and then wrapped it in gauze.
With Vegeta all doctored up, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Seeing that her doctoring was as good as ever, she decided to make him more comfortable.
Digging through his chest of drawers, she wondered how much clothes the boy had. She recognized most of the clothes from Zachary (Dende bless his soul) and figured that Vegeta had must kept his clothes as hand-me-downs. Vegeta didn't have a lot of money to spend and so hadn't bought many new clothes.
Pulling out a pair of pajama pants, which looked as though they hadn't been used for a while, and a white T-shirt, she went to undress him.
It was at times like this that she really wished she had had kids.
Finally having him dressed, she went to clean his apartment.
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After having been kicked out of the bar, Shadow and Locke headed off to the old house where Rehtaf would be waiting.
They were mildly surprised by how perfect their plan went. Even though they hadn't meant to actually smash the bottle of Rum, they were supposed to hit the boy with it. Locke was a little bit sad that he hadn't gotten to drink any, but Rehtaf had told them that they had to be perfectly sober and alert while doing their 'task'.
They had hit him with a full, unopened bottle thinking that it would be harder to break and that they'd still have it to drink after but that didn't work out. They were even more surprised when the bottle did shatter. That was why they had gotten quiet like everybody else. It was for the better that everyone at the bar thought they had been shocked because they knocked out the bouncer. That just made it all more perfect.
No one suspected a thing.