AN: I'm not very consistent with chapter length guys, sowwy XD Here we go :) enjoy x

Martin listened for the hotel room door to close, and then he fell to his knees on the cold bathroom floor, and cried. The sobs shook his body, and the ttears mingled with his blood as it dripped to the floor, cumulating into a large pool. He knew he should get his nose looked at, but he was too embarrassed… How could Arthur break his nose? He was knocking on the door for god's sake! And the worst thing? Douglas had been trying to help him. It was humiliating and somehow he knew Douglas would never let him live it down, But it was a little comforting to know that he hadn't teased him yet…

After a long while, Martin's tears slowed, and he calmed himself down. He didn't know how long he'd been on the floor. His shirt had a large splatter of dried blood on it, as did the bathroom floor. Martin pulled himself up shakily, bracing himself on the sink. He felt weak from hunger and blood-loss, and the room was spinning, but he focused his atentipon on the mirror. He looked like some kind of monster. The lower part of his face was encrusted in dried blood and tears. He let his hand graze the surface of the rough red encasing. He flinched as he pulled some of it away.

He let his eyes settle on his nose. It was bent in a sickening way; definitely broken… Damnit. He sighed. How could Arthur – innocent, idiotic Arthur – have caused such collosal damage? It just wasn't normal… But then, Arthur had been expecting to hit a very hard, very tough wooden door. Instead, his fist had come into contact wih the soft, weak flesh and cartlidge of Martin's nose…

Martin was snapped out of his reverie as he heard the hotel room door open. Silence reigned for a moment, before a familiar voice called to him.

"Martin… Are you still in there?" Douglas asked. Martin answered with a grunt, he didn't have the energy for anything more. "Are you okay?" he didn't reply. "I sort of need the toilet, Martin…" Martin sighed, went to the door, and opened it. The look of horror on Douglas' face nearly made him burst into fresh tears and shut the door again. But to save himself the further humiliation, he turned his face away and pushed past Douglas quickly.

It was a moment until the bathroom door clicked shut again. Martin sighed, sitting on his bed. He was facing the window. It was bright out, nearly noon by the look of it… What time had they gotten up? Hadn't it been about half-eight? That meant… Martin had been in there for over three hours.

"Martin." Came Douglas' voice. Martin ignored it. He remained facing the window, head down. And yet, the calming prescence Douglas cast over the room was inescapable. The soothing sound of his voice was therapeutic… Martin blinked and suddenly Douglas was knelt in front of him, inspecting the damage. "You should get that seen to…" he said quietly, and for once not even a hint of sarcasm touched his voice. He was calm, sincere and kind, and could Martin hear the faintest tone of worry He could see the effort on Douglas' face.

"I don't want to." He finally replied. His voice cracked with a groggy tone that shattered the effect of defiance he'd been aiming for. Douglas rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You need to get it seen to." He insisted. "It's broken…"

"I know."

"Then why won't you?"

"Because they'll ask how it happened."

"You just make sure they know it was an accident."

"Not the problem." His voice was so quiet now it was hardly even a whisper, and Douglas had to strain his ears to hear it. Douglas looked at him, a frown of confusion upon his face. "I don't want them to think I'm… weak." He sighed.

"You're not-"

"Yes I am. You said so."

"When?"

"Earlier. You said that Arthur isn't weak, in that sarcastic voice you own…" Martin explained.

"I meant it as a way to comfort you. We both know Arthur's stronger than he looks… I wasn't saying you were weak. You lift boxes and furniture for a living, how can you be weak?" Douglas said. Martin looked up, stunned by the sincerity in his voice. "Sorry you took it the wrong way… I didn't realise." He added. Martin couldn't stop the small smile that appeared on his face. Douglas smiled back, just as involuntarily. "Now, will you please get that looked at?" he muttered. Martin sighed as he nodded, letting Douglas lead him out of the room, down the stairs and into the lobby, where Arthur and Carolyn were sat.

Arthur jumped up as he saw the two of them, but visibly flinched at the sight of Martin's face. "Oh, come now Arthur! He's not that ugly!" Douglas exclaimed sarcastically. Martin sighed, but Arthur laughed,a nd he couldn't help but smile too. "We're just headed for the hospital. Don't worry." And there it was. The authoritative voice of First Officer Douglas Richardson. The voice that comforted any panicking passenger, or apparently any panicking Athur…

Martin was first out of the door, as Carolyn's hand had pulled Douglas back briefly by the shoulder. Douglas turned his head to her and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Look after him." She said, her voice dangerously low. "And be nice…" she added, even lower, as she released him. Douglas nodded, and quickly followed Martin out of the door. Carolyn stared after them as they disappeared.

"Come on Mum! Let's go get lunch!" Arthur called. Carolyn sighed. Oh how she wished she could be so carefree.

AN - Oh Martin...