The heavy doors of Devil May Cry slammed open. The sound reverberated through out the building nearly shaking it on its foundation. Heavy boots stomped in quickly as Dante rushed Kyrie into the office with Lady close behind. Gently he placed her down on the sofa as Lady ran off into the bathroom to get the first aid kit she kept in there.
Dante assessed the young woman's injuries starting with her arms. They were bruised with long claw marks running from her shoulder to her hands. It was hard to tell with all the blood but he was fairly certain they were superficial, nothing to be too concerned over.
Her torso on the other hand was drenched in blood. Hastily Dante had wrapped his jacket around her middle in an attempt to at least stave off some of the bleeding. He untied the jacket quickly but cautiously. The tank top she wore was nearly torn to shreds. Dante ripped off what was left of the clothing to inspect her wound. She had been bit.
Teeth marks ran down her left side closest to him. They started from her shoulder down to her hip.
"Damn it.". He cursed under his breath. Lady appeared with the large tool box she used normally for herself when she was inured.
"That's ugly looking." She said taking out cleaning solution as well as gauze.
"No kidding." He replied. It was his fault she was in this state. He should never have
let her go with him on that mission. Lady began cleaning the wound with water she had brought over in a bowl. Dante grabbed some gauze drenching it in the peroxide and washed her arms with it starting at her shoulders and working her way down.
Luckily her arms were only scratched, compared to the other injury. He let out an angry sigh annoyed with himself that he hadn't been more careful when it came to her safety. Kyrie was an excellent huntress, she knew her way around her weapons but she was still a novice. She hadn't been hunting for that long, he should have kept a better eye on him.
"This isn't your fault." Lady said suddenly. Dante remained silent. "I know that look, I've seen it plenty of times over the years when I've gotten hurt."
"I hate it when you get hurt." He said softly, barely above a whisper. Lady glanced over at her long time friend and smirked at him slightly.
"She wouldn't have let you fuss over her even if you had tried. Kyrie is strong, she can take care of herself." Lady said. "I know you don't like it when us plain, regular humans get hurt but it happens. I need to clean her back before I can wrap her up."
Dante gave a short nod placing an arm under Kyrie's shoulders lifting her up gently. Up until that point she had remained unconscious but the sudden change in her position brought her back into searing reality. She let out a sharp cry as Dante moved her into a sitting position. He supported her as her body began to tremble and she rested her head against his shoulder.
"it's alright Kyrie. We just have to patch you up." Dante whispered soothingly and watched as Lady quickly cleaned up the deep puncture wounds. He was grateful that the wounds were not nearly as bad as they had originally seemed.
Lady grabbed the thick roll of gauze and began wrapping it around her torso. She tossed the tattered remains of Kyries bra on the floor wrapping her shoulder first before making her way down to her waist.
"You're going to be laid up for a few days that's for sure but other than that you'll be fine." Lady said pleased with her handiwork. Dante laid Kyrie back down carefully grabbing his jacket again to cover her up until he could grab a blanket for her from upstairs.
"Thank you Lady. I owe you." Kyrie said softly offering a small smirk.
"Make me dinner some time and we'll be more than square." She replied offering her own small smile. Kyrie gave a slight nod tossing a bottle of pain killers at Dante. "These will prevent her from developing a fever too. I'd stay if I could but I need to find that artifact we just lost out on."
"Why don't you stay here. I'll go after it." Dante said standing. Lady's gaze fell on Kyrie before resting back to Dante. Kyrie had pouted slightly at his suggestion, a small fleeting expression that hadn't been lost on the older woman.
"No it's fine. I have a few errands to run after anyways. It won't take me long. I'll stop by tomorrow to check up on you guys." She said walking towards the door. "Later."
Dante rubbed a hand through his hair turning back towards the couch. Kyries face was covered still in blood, dirt, and bruises. He grabbed the bowl of water Lady had grabbed walking back towards the bathroom grabbing a glass that was on his desk.
He rinsed both and filled them bringing it back out to her. He placed both on the coffee table and brought over the chair from his desk. He sat next to her wringing out the cloth they had used earlier and gently wiped at her face.
"Dante, what's wrong?" She asked softly. Concern etched her face as he let out a heavy sigh. His shoulders slumped as he tossed the cloth onto the table.
"I'm sorry you were hurt. It shouldn't have happened." He replied curtly. He popped open the bottle of pills taking out a few. "Here, you should take these. They'll help." Kyrie took the pills and was grateful Dante helped her with the glass of water. She closed her eyes as if she were settling. She was tired. It must have been the pain causing it.
"It happened. I wasn't careful enough." She stated. "You can't be everywhere all the time and that's okay. I would never expect it, I can take care of myself. I did it for over a year, I'm just sorry you feel so badly about it."
Dante looked away from her to stare at the wall blankly. He knew he had no right to tell her he didn't think she should go with him on jobs or take anymore. It would only upset her and that was the last thing he wanted to do but still...she truly wasn't meant to live the life she was.
"Apology accepted, just don't make this a habit." He said jovially adding in a wink for good measure. Kyrie smiled knowing how well Dante could hide bending his mask, a trait she was attempting to mimic here or there. She wanted to hide her pain and the sorrow she felt every day.
Her eyes began to close slowly on their own accord. Her vision blurred and became hazy. All she could make out was Dante's build and his hair. For a moment before unconsciousness claimed her she pretended it was Nero.