Rock's feet were lagging from slight exhaustion. He had skipped breakfast that morning in refusal to eat the mush that was served in the untidy halls. He had even punched a guard that was forcing him to eat, landing him in a different cell as his punishment. It had been more of a blessing than a curse tough, as if he wasn't placed there then he wouldn't have rescued Nico.

Their current conditions at the moment could have been better though. Rock had ran into town through the worst side. It had it's ups and downs though.

Ups: They were far from society and they wouldn't have to worry about normal people turning them in.

Downs: They were in an incredibly untidy apartment and there were gangs lurking around every part of this wing.

Nico's eyes fluttered open but remained droopy. His dark face had gained a faint tint of pink from the rising heat of his fever. He made a gesture to say something, but his throat had given him no privilege of doing so. In a sudden movement his eyes widened in agony and he brought his swollen hand up to once again grab and pull at Rock's shirt.

Rock took Nico in his arms in an embrace. He had no idea what to do. All he did was being up the blanket that once covered Nico over him again and held him in his lap. Rock was wearing a mask (made by an abandoned piece of fabric he found) so he couldn't catch his fever, but could still aid him. He whispered encouraging words to him while brushing down and matting his hair.

"Everything hurts…" Nico's voice had been getting weaker and weaker by the moment. His eye holding tears and the empty eye socket visible. They hadn't been able to get any bandages to cover anything. There were pieces of fabric lying around from who knows what. Along with the blanket they found there on a dirty mattress. The fabric was wrapped around Nico's hand and his foot, but there was none for his poor eye.

What the hell am I supposed to do? Does average medicine work on him?

The only reason Rock had any vague knowledge of Nico's existence was from guards discussing it constantly. His medications, what they needed, and the worry of him struggling. His illness, or illnesses, were often mentioned.

Letting his voice come out, even with it sounding deep and intimidating, Rock had asked Nico "Does regular medicine work on you?"

Nico had dozed off but woke from his light sleep. His voice was quieter now. So low that Rock had to distance their faces less in order to hear him.

"D-don't know." he trailed off. Rock ran his hand on Nico's forehead again. His fever had gone up and his hand felt like it was about to burn off.

"Stay here… I-"

As he was about to finish his sentence when suddenly three men (all whom were dressed in dark colored clothes and their arms covered in tattoos) came in with metal bats in their arms and not so pleased expressions. Their skin was tanned and it was easy to tell they were foreign.

When they yelled as they rose their bats a thick accent could be heard on their words "What're you doing here? This is our property! Get out!"

One that was standing in the back came up to raise his bat in front of the two and brought it down with hard pressure. Just in time, Rock had kept Nico in his right arm while raising the left to block the hit. As the man stood there in shock, he used this opportunity to take its width and coil it in his hand. He took the object and swung it out behind them, resulting in the glass of the window behind them shattering and the bat leaving a loud clang down on the sidewalk.

He took Nico again and moved his mask down low as he stood up to tower over the gang. He let a scowl down at them and with a deep and irked voice he growled at them.

"I don't think you understand our situation here. My friend is in some deep shit right now so I'm gonna ask you to shut the hell up. Understand?"

The men had their arms raised and their bats had dropped to the floor. Visible sweat dripped down their faces and necks as they strained to look up to Rock.

Rock fixated his eyes on the one closest to the exit and grunted. He let out a small squeak and he backed up to the wall.

"You. Go to the Pharmacy around here and buy a water bottle Tylenol. NOW."

He nodded sheepishly and bolted out the door, his footsteps being heard down the hallway and through the halls. The other two tried sneaking away but Rock caught them in his gaze again.

"Do you two keep bandages around here?" He asked. His voice quieted down now and he didn't slump himself over to cast his shadow. The two nodded together and one had reached his hands into a bag that was on his back. Reaching into one of the side pockets he brought up a fist and opened it to reveal a roll of bandages. Most likely new, as it appeared to be untouched.

Rock lay Nico over the mattress again (as he had been carrying him the whole time) and angled his back to lay against the wall. His breathing had been getting heavier and his eyes were half open. Sweat dropped down from him and now his voice was completely lost.

Rock reached over and brought the bandages with him and set them down on the floor as he put up Nico and had him lay his back against the wall. He then took in his hand the roll and began to place them over his eye first.

The process was slow and quiet, the only noise being made was when Rock had gently removed the blanket to replace the fabric on his arm and leg with bandages. When he had finished up, Nico was sound asleep and Rock had felt relief at hearing his breaths instead of panting.