Feliks half dragged, half carried Toris to his car. "Leave me alone, I'm grateful for you bailing me out or whatever, but I dropped some things and have to find them." Toris groaned as Feliks struggled to open the passenger side's door.

"We can get it later, you need medical attention. You dumbass, who kicked your ass anyway?" Feliks asked and exhaled sharply when he couldn't get the door open. Ignoring Feliks's question, Toris growled in annoyance and tried to squirm out of Feliks's grasp.

"Let me go! I have to get something." Toris snarled and struggled more until he fell onto the cement side-walk. His mind was reeling, his money, his flat cap, his photo. Where were they? Toris's hands gripped his head as he struggled to remember.

"What's your deal dude? Did you lose your precious money?" Feliks teased. Toris grit his teeth and glared at the Polish boy.

"You don't understand. I lost a photo and my hat, I need to go find them," he said as he struggled to get off of the sidewalk. Thank God it was dark, and there was hardly anyone on the streets. He finally got to his feet, and started to shakily walk.

"Who cares about a stupid hat and a stupid picture! You can get new ones! Right now you need a doctor." Feliks protested and grabbed Toris's arm. Toris tried to wrench his arm out of Feliks's grasp, but he was too weak. He used the wall as support as he slouched over.

"That hat and photo are the only things that I hold close. The hat was my fathers and the photo was of my family in Lithuania," Toris murmured.

Feliks sighed. "Toris..."

Toris whirled around to face Feliks. "Don't try to comfort me, if you were a decent person you would help me out. But apparently my first impression of you was right. Hell, you're probably only helping me because you want something. I sure as hell don't know what, but it's probably something for your personal gain. Another butler, maybe?" Toris snarled at the Pole.

Feliks was taken aback, then snatched his hand back. "I don't want any-" Feliks started, but was cut off by Toris with a sigh. He winced as he shifted to face Feliks, then steadied himself on the wall.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just, that hat and photo mean a lot to me," Toris stuttered, then looked Feliks in the eye. "Whether you help me or not, I'm going to find them." He said with a determined gaze.

Feliks met the Lithuanian's gaze, then sighed. "Fine, I'll help you. But right afterwards, you are going to get help. Alright?" Feliks said.

Toris sighed. "Fine." He said grudgingly.

"Nothing." Toris spat and sunk down to the cement. "Someone must've stolen all of it. Bastards." Feliks laughed a little at the irony, then sat down next to Lithuanian. Toris glared at Feliks. "What are you laughing at?" he snapped.

"Oh, I just think it's funny that you're getting mad because someone stole your stuff. Now you know how your victims feel." Feliks pointed out. Toris sneered at the Polish boy, but didn't say anything back. Toris let his head fall back and hit the brick wall, which slightly hurt more than it should have, with his wound and all. "We should head back, and get you to a doctor." Feliks said and started to get up. Toris was just about to stand up when he saw a green lump, partly sticking out from a trashcan. His eyes widened.

"My hat!" Toris cried and scrambled over and grabbed his flat cap. It smelled like something died in it, but it was still his hat. "If my hat's here, my picture has to be here!" he exclaimed.

Feliks immediately went to Toris's side. "Ew dude. You better not wear that now, I think a mouse made a nest in there." he said. Toris glared at Feliks over his shoulder, then continued to look around the trash cans. Feliks glanced around and a gleaming shards caught his eye. He crept over and saw a broken picture frame, with a photograph in it. "Hey, Toris, come here." Feliks called, then squinted at the photo.

Toris hurried over, and snatched the photo from Feliks. He sighed with relief and tucked the photo in his sweat pants pocket. "Is the suitcase anywhere?" Toris asked hopefully and glanced around the small alley. Feliks shook his head and got off of the ground.

"Alright. Off to the car with you." Feliks dismissed and brushed off his jeans.

Toris frowned. "You're not the boss of me, you shrimp." he growled, but started to limp towards the car anyways. Feliks followed, and got into the car and turned the ignition, earning a roar from the small Prius. Toris leaned into the soft seats, and let out a sigh. "Can you turn up the AC?" he asked and closed his eyes.

"What's the magic word?" Feliks sang and started to drive.

"Fuck you."

Feliks sat next Toris while waiting for the doctor to appear. He had driven the Lithuanian to the ER, and the nurses had been horrified and rushed him to a room right away. "I wish these goddamn doctors would hurry up." Toris mumbled, he tried to cross his arms, but winced and placed them on his lap. Feliks was just about to say something when the doctor entered. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Toris, then sat down in front of him.

"I'm Doctor Elizabeth," she introduced, then held out her hand to Toris, whose hands remained in his lap. She raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "Not much of a social butterfly? That's alright." she said and withdrew her hand and looked down at the clipboard she was holding. "Name?"

"Toris Laurinaitis." Toris replied curtly.

"Sorry to ask, but, how do you spell that?" she asked and smiled a little sheepishly.

Toris let out a long sigh. "L-a-u-r-i-n-a-i-t-i-s." he said slowly.

"Okay, Toris. How did you get all those injuries?" Elizabeth asked and leaned back.

"I got into a fight, ma'am." Toris said.

"Oh? With those wounds, looks kind of personal. I'd hate to see the other poor guy." she said and scribbled something down on her clipboard. Toris remained silent.

"Have you coughed up any blood? Or does something hurt when you move it?" she asked, and looked up at Toris.

"I haven't coughed up any blood. But my chest hurts a lot, so do my back and the back of my head." Toris admitted.

Elizabeth nodded as she scribbled stuff down on her clipboard. "Well Toris, I think that we should give you an x-ray. Just to see if anything is serious." she said tucked the clipboard under her arm and put her pen in her breast pocket.

"It's just an ache, it's nothing serious." Toris said matter-of-factly.

"We'll see, Toris. I'll come back and get you when we're ready for you." she said and left the room.

Author's Note:

Yay! Got up the new chapter for y'all! I think I got that one up rather quickly, but I don't know. So, enjoy!

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