Several hours later, William walked through the halls of the office, a bit put off by the lack of the redheaded reaper. He walked over to the redhead's ofice and glanced inside through the small office window before
shaking his head and going to his own office. He went inside and walked in before closing the door behind himself then walked over to his chair and sat down, reaching down and picking up the pile of paperwork that still
needed to be done. As he gathered the papers together, he took a glance at the recent update to the To- Die list and tilted his head upon seeing 'Grell Sutcliff' written on it, next to the name was the cause of death, being
'Demon Attack' next to it along with a portion of an address. "Dammit, Sutcliff. Can't even handle one assignment without dying." He said to himself before taking the paper and put the list in his pocket before leaving his ofice.
"I'm going out. Knox, you're in charge until I return." He said as he left the office and appeared in the mortal realm. When he arrived, he held his Death Scythe in his hand as he ventured towards the part of the address the dispatch
office had been given.
The first sound that got to William when he arrived at the alley was the sound of Grell's chainsaw Death Scythe. He found the Death Scythe after venturing in further and picked it up to turn it off so he could find its owner. It took him
a few minutes before he managed to locate the redhead amongst the blood that littered the alley, grimacing slightly at the amount that was present. He moved closer then knelt beside the prone form of the redhead, frowning as he reached down and lifted the
other's wrist, checking for a pulse. He gave a soft sigh feeling on, albeit very weak. "Grell?" He asked, setting the other's hand back down then assessing his injuries. He shook his head then carefully picked him up, earning a low groan of pain from the male in his arms
as he left back to the Reaper Realm, deciding to take him to his own home. Once there, he laid the redhead on his bed then sighed before getting a few things.
When he returned to the bedroom, he blinked, seeing Grell trying to get up, but went over and sat beside him. "Don't move, Sutcliff." He said, placing a hand on the other's shoulder lightly.
Grell looked at the other confused for a moment. "It hurts... A lot." He muttered as he laid back down, choosing to lay on his stomach for the time being. "Especially that."
William watched his subordinate then down at the other's back. "It's amazing that you're not paralyzed or worse." He replied as he ran a finger near the the gash and shook his head. "What happened?" He asked, getting up from the bed and began doing his best to clean and stitch up the wounds.
Grell tensed when he felt the finger near the area. "Sebastian came and attacked me, cutting my back with my Death Scythe after yanking my hair back. A lot of the cuts were done by it..." He trailed off and looked at him after wincing. "Am I going to die?"
William shook his head. "No, not if I can help it." He replied with a shrug. "I don't think the other injuries are that bad, aside from this one here. It'll need a lot of attention so it heals properly. Your reaper healing abilities may not work much due to what was used." He said as he cleaned out the wound
and bandaged it, listening to the whimpers that escaped the redhead's lips. "Now that that's done, let's get you something else to wear, since your clothes are torn up and not really worth wearing unless someone sews it up." He replies then went to the closet to see what he had available for the redhead to wear
for the time being. Once he had found something, he turned back around to look at the other, noting the stillness of the other. After a moment, he walked over to him and sighed before taking hold of the other's wrist and checking for a pulse. He sighed with relief that he felt one, then sat beside him before reaching over
and taking the redhead's glasses off and setting them on the bedside table. He didn't want to disrupt him from his sleep since he needed it. He sat beside him then ran a hand gently through the tangled mess of red that was the other's hair. "You're safe now. Rest." He whispered then sighed. He did find the redhead annoying,
but not the bad kind of annoying. He just wouldn't let it show due to the image he had to maintain.