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Chapter 3

Evey's sleep was disturbed by movement from her side, hand tightening around V's. She blinked her bleary eyes rapidly and looked over at V who had frozen partway sitting up, his countenance somehow hinting at guilt.

"V, what are you doing?" Evey asked with scrutinizing eyes.

"I-" he started, but was cut off.

"You need to stay down and actually allow your body to rest, if you need anything ask me. I did not clean you up just so you can go injure yourself even more," she said firmly, letting him know she meant business.

"Why, dear Evey, I had no purpose in harming myself I just did not want to distress you for the small matter of using the facilities," he reasoned with her in his smooth voice.

Evey colored slightly, of which V took some satisfaction from, but she spoke seriously, "That would still exasperate your injuries I'm sure. You either let me help you to the bathroom from now on or you could use an improvised bedpan, make your choice because if you choose to go without my help in your condition I will be forced to find out how to place a catheter in you."

There was silence in the room, Evey was sure that if she could see his face it would probably have paled at the thought, not because he would find the catheter anymore uncomfortable than his lesser wounds (he'd been burned alive after all) but for his (sadly) strange sense of gentlemanly honor. Probably the thought of Evey seeing his… more delicate parts.

"That will be quite unnecessary," he said in a clipped tone, masking his embarrassment, "As I do not want to even think about such a repulsing…" he seemed to change his mind about those line of words and flowed into the next sentence, "I am fully capable of walking, but as you do not leave me a choice, please escort me."

Evey wanted to giggle but suppressed it into a struggling smile which she immediately smoothed out, although the mirth showing through her worried eyes could not be concealed as she answered mock-seriously, "Of course."

V tilted his head slightly and Evey had the feeling he was squinting into her through the slits of the mask's eyes, but he straightened up slowly. Evey ran her hand across his shoulders and slid her arm under his arm and around his torso, her shoulders under his other arm as she supported him. That he was even able to stand would have amazed anyone else after such a night, but as V was not normal in any sense of the word and Evey had quite the time to have gotten to know him she was barely surprised. He didn't speak with the squishing sound she had heard earlier that night that had made her fear the possibility of a wounded lung, although she did wonder at the probably amazing healing abilities the man behind the mask held.

His body was hard against her as they walked across cold floor bare feet would cringe upon, his arm solid and warm as much as his side was on her. The young woman would have never thought that she would see such a man as he in barely more than underwear upon scarred legs, leaning against her for support.

"This is where I must draw the line, trust that I can stand by myself for the time I need," his voice brooked no argument as he leaned himself against a wall in front of the toilet, the room small enough that he would have immediate support from the surrounding should he feel the need to collapse.

"Of course, tell me when you're done," Evey replied, cheeks tinted barely at the thought as she left and lighted room and closed the door behind her to give him privacy. She had never heard him go to the bathroom before now that she thought about it. He had always been reading, making breakfast, or any other manner of things that precluded the possible uses of such a thing as a toilet. It had made her wonder when he did such things, and hold it for so many hours until he was out or she asleep? She almost even fancied that he had no such uses for bodily functions.

Inside the bathroom V turned on the faucet for some noise, it made him nervous that she was awake and although he heard her walk away from the door he had quite the shy bladder.

Evey had helped V back to the couch, they agreeing that having him in the living room would be most convenient for the both of them until he could confidently walk by himself (with Evey's approval of course).

Evey fussed around V, making sure he was comfortable with the blankets and pillows she had fetched him, asking if he needed tea or would like to eat something. V felt quite pleased with all the attention he received from her despite the previous embarrassment of her having to strip him down. It could not be helped since attempting his full range of motion with his current injuries was not plausible at all with the pain it would cause him, especially when there was an extra set of hands willing to help him with all his needs. He had never in his memory been pampered as much as he was now, which wasn't hard to imagine seeing that he had not had human contact the past two decades until just this last year.