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You poisoned his mind and here you are, doing it again. Why do you think I'm here? I love my son.

( in some warped way, that was probably true. he did love stefan. )

And whatever you're doing with him I cannot abide by. Maybe he's too weak too see it, too blinded by his own desires but I see it. I see through you and I will not let you continue to play your games with him. Because that's what this is, isn't? A game?

( it had been in 1864 and giuseppe does not think anything's changed now. )

I will have you know that I will do everything to protect him from you.

[ although she knows he's goading her, she easily steps into it. it's better to have him take his anger out on her than it is to have him target stefan. after all, he can't hurt her. anything he says has the high chance of sliding into stefan's ribcage and piercing his heart like a stake.

while she does feel the need to protest and defend their relationship, she knows its fruitless. this is giuseppe salvatore, a man who thinks he knows everything despite having had no clue he was housing a vampire who fed and compelled both of his sons. perhaps the best way to deal with this is to be the monster he thinks and knows her to be. he won't take her seriously if she comes to him as a girl or woman.

brows furrowing together, she tilts her head to the side. ] How are you going to do that? You couldn't even protect yourself. [ she shrugs, ] You still can't.

( he doesn't need to protect himself anymore. he's dead and gone and if he has to take extreme measures to protect his son and take him out of a world where she exists, he will.

so, he meets her headtilt with a sharp smile before he pulls something out of his pocket. stefan sees it before she does, raising a hand but only managing to get a sound out before the gun fires and the force of the bullet striking his chest knocks him back and spin him around just enough that the second bullet pierces his back and propels him forward and into the wall where he manages to hold himself up for a second.

the fireflies that brought his father there suddenly appear and then he's gone, still with that sharp smile on his face. )

Stefan!

[ ignoring giuseppe's fleeting arrogant grin, she rushes over towards stefan and holds him to her. the scent of his blood is sharp and rich in the air, and she can feel it starting to dampen her tank top. she doesn't care. all she wants to do is ensure that he doesn't collapse on the ground or crumple and push those bullets further inside of him.

with her palm flat against his collarbone and her other on his abdomen, she turns him so his side presses into her chest. she holds him to her, trying to take all of his weight onto herself. ] Stefan, come on. You need to move. We need to get into your bathroom.

[ she has no idea what she's doing, but she tries to move him into his bathroom. he has to heal. he's going to heal. although bullets hurt a lot less in mystic falls, she remembers how they'd sharply stung and the bulletholes had lingered in her body for more than a day. she knows all too well how healing fluctuates here, so all she wants to do is get him to his bathroom and make him heal. his body is definitely going to listen to her. ]

( it's actually a shock to stefan that his father had actually done that but he doesn't know why he's shocked. hadn't his father done that once before? hadn't he killed both he and damon a long time ago?

and now, here he was again, trying to use violence to solve a problem.

it hurts. it hurts a lot and he looks down to see his blood staining his shirt and dripping down onto the floor. )

I can — I can walk. ( he can walk and he tries to show katherine that by putting one foot in front of the other. except he stumbles, nearly falling down and dragging her with him. )

I'm okay. Just let me — ( sit down. or lay down. he reaches for the wall, trying to hold himself up and not just fall face first onto the ground where he can lay and be comfortable. )

[ it's a good thing she's stronger than him. she lets him flail about until she decides she can't let him do it any longer. manhandling him as gently as possible, she throws her arms around his waist, one behind his back and the other against his front, and holds him to her in a grip that's loose enough to not aggravate his wounds but tight enough to not let him break free from her.

his bathroom feels like it's now light-years away, but she makes sure to drag him there and deposit him onto the toilet. pulling at his shirt, she drags it up so that she can see where his bullet is in his chest. everything is red and sticky, and his skin is stained with his sticky, warm blood. lowering herself to her knees, she kneels between his legs. she pushes herself up so she can try and find where the first bullet is. ]

We need to get the bullets out so you can heal. [ it's all business with katherine. she ignores how her hands shake lightly as she struggles to keep his shirt up. her fingers are already stained with a faint red.

unsatisfied with how his shirt sticks to him and falls down his chest when she tries to drag it up, she holds the hem taut between her fingers. looking up at him, ] How attached are you to this shirt?

( she basically drags him to his bathroom and he knows he tracks blood the entire way. by the time he's there, he's woozy and lightheaded, dizzy and ready to sit down. as soon as he does, he sees spots pop up in front of his eyes and he nearly passes out.

that...must mean it's pretty bad. he barely pays attention to her fussing with his shirt, too focused on staying upright. )

I don't know. It's just a shirt.

( he can get new ones. he reaches up to press a hand over one of the wound, sucking in a sharp, pained breath. there's an answering ache in his back and he can feel blood splotching his shirt and sticking to his skin there too. )

I just need...I'll heal, Katherine. I just need a little time.

Uh huh.

[ wasting very little time, she rips his shirt in half from top to bottom, exposing his bloodied chest to her. if it was any other time, this would've been a rather sexy move, but katherine doesn't think about that as she lifts herself higher onto her knees to try and search beneath all the blood for that first bullet wound. she wants to see if that second one's come out of him, too. so far, there's nothing to indicate it's shot straight through his chest. ]

How about we get the bullets out while you get that time.

[ nudging his hand away from where it seems to shield it from view, she tries to wipe the blood away as if it's capable of no longer oozing out of him. she can't get a good view of what it looks like, but she doubts it's a shallow hole. ]

Edited (donut judge me, i saw an imperfection) 2020-05-02 09:26 (UTC)

I can't believe he shot me again.

( he finds himself wheezing a bit, trying to get a breath and not pass out. he knows he'll heal as long as nothing gets too close to his heart. the bullets aren't wooden so they won't kill him but if he loses enough blood, then he might be in trouble. )

I need a towel.

( to wipe the blood up with or catch the blood or something. he can feel it oozing down his back and chest and every single breath he takes hurts. he's felt pain before but that doesn't mean he's used to it. this hurts really bad. )

[ breathlessly, ] Right.

[ why didn't she think of that?

she hesitates for a moment, understanding that she can't have one hand on his chest and the other reaching for his towel. quickly, she moves away from him and grabs a towel from its rack and brings it over to him. rather than give it to him, she tries to wedge it behind him, knowing that there's another bullet causing blood to pour all down his back. ]

I need to get this bullet out, Stefan.

[ her hands are back on his chest, her fingers trying to smear his blood away like it's water. when she gets to where the wound is, she winces. although she wants to dig her fingers into his torn skin and fish that bullet out, she knows it's going to hurt. she doesn't want to hurt him. doing this means she breaks that vow.

peering up at him, her face pinches. ] This is going to hurt, but it needs to come out so you can start healing.

[ she's waiting for him to say go. ]

( stefan grunts when she shoves the towel behind him. he knows it should be there but it's pressing right against the wound on his back and all he wants to do is move and make it not hurt as bad. his entire torso feels like it's on fire and now she's telling him it's going to hurt worse?

he shudders, bowing at the waste to try and find something to grip onto if it's going to hurt that bad. )

Do it.

( if it needs to be done, she needs to do it no matter how badly it hurts. he doesn't want to die because every pint of his blood oozes out of him because his father was a cold, unfeeling monster. )

[ as if reading his mind: ] Hold onto me if it hurts too bad.

[ she expects it will. what's it to her but a few dark bruises? what happened tonight is a consequence of her actions in 1864. she feels guilty for egging giuseppe on and for not being smart enough to suspect he was here to repeat history once more. out of the two of them, she should've known better. she's the one who studied the man during her time with the salvatores.

shifting on her knees and pushing herself up a little higher, katherine doesn't waste any more time. with one hand on his hip to hold him down if she needs to, she presses her fingers into the wound of his torso and tries to get a grip on the bullet.

thankfully, it doesn't seem to be overly deep, but she can't get her slim fingers around it. it's expectedly wet and bloodied, and despite her attempts to try and dislodge it, she can't get her fingers beneath it to dig it out. all it does is shift inside of him, resulting in more blood to ooze out of his torn skin. ]

( it hurts. it hurts a lot and while he tries to bite down on his jaw and not make a sound, he fails. he gasps and then shouts, grabbing for the side of his sink and cracking it while she digs around in his body for the bullet.

when she pulls back, he's panting hard but he knows she doesn't have the bullet. he can feel it deeper now, shifting and sliding around. stefan swallows, giving his head a shake. )

It's okay. Leave it in there.

( she can't, he knows. but the deeper that bullet goes, the more painful this is going to be and he doesn't know if he can stand too much without passing out. )

[ she frowns, ] And risk you potentially bleeding out?

[ this would be so much easier if she had magic. but considering she lacks it, she has to make up for it in her innovative thinking.

good thing she's done this before. unfortunately, stefan's not her. she has to try and get these two bullets out as quickly as possible or else she risks having him lockdown on being utterly stupid and stubborn. besides, who knows what these bullets from a firefly ghost are made of. she's not taking any chances.

the last time she'd helped him out with dislodging something stuck inside of him, it had been a splinter.

leaning up on her knees, she's hovering over his torso. determinedly, ] I'm getting it out.

[ wasting no time, she digs her fingers of her right hand into his chest and uses her left to try and pick the bullet out. it makes it move, but it's not enough. so, katherine does what she'd done for his splinter—she plants her mouth over his wound and messily coordinates using her fingers and tongue to make it move. ]

( if he weren't in so much pain, he might be turned on by this. but she's doing this to try and save his life and he's in too much pain to be turned on.

he can't even tell her to stop because she's got her mouth on him before he can stop her. he grabs for the edge of the sink again, grabbing for it and hearing it crack just a little more while he tries to not pass out from how painful this is.

and it's only one bullet. it's just the first one and he doesn't know if he's going to be able to do this for a second one. )

[ when she eventually pulls away from his torso, her mouth is bloodied and her chin smeared with it. in her hand is his bullet. didn't she tell him she was going to get it out?

she tosses it into the sink and doesn't care to wipe her face or wash her hands. it'd taken too much of an effort to get one small cylinder out of him, but she'd ensured as best as she could that there was no shrapnel left inside of him.

resting back on her knees, she wipes the back of her hand against her mouth, collecting and smearing his wet blood over her face and knuckles. she tries not to think of the fact that she's tasting and swallowing his blood. ]

We need to get the other one out. Take a minute and then I'm going to need you to lie down.

[ on his very soft rug that she likes. she wants to get this over and done with before she loses her nerve. ]

( the second he feels the bullet leave his body, a part of him relaxes. not much and not for long but there is some relief when the bullet's out. he's still bleeding and he can feel the bullet in his back shifting and sliding but maybe he's not going to bleed out today. )

Katherine, I'm sorry.

( that she has to do this, that she had to be there for this, that his ghosts are always so much more...worse than hers. he takes a wheezing breath, putting a hand on his chest to try and stave off more blood. )

Stefan, shut up.

[ it's quick and immediate, and said in a hushed tone. she has no commitment to it and she doesn't sound sharply annoyed by him.

she doesn't know what he's apologising for and she doesn't want to know. all she wants is for him to do as she asks so he can start healing and get better. deerington's rules are so different from their own that she's not allowing him to take any chances. ]

Get on the floor.

( that's a lot easier said than done. his entire body still feels like it's on fire but he does lower himself down to the floor.

or more like he crumples to the floor when his body doesn't want to hold him anymore. he hisses in pain, trying to get himself situated so he's laying somewhat comfortably. )

Sorry.

( again. he can't help it. he's trying to focus on doing what she's asked but apparently all he can say is sorry and bleed. )

[ maybe it had been a terrible idea asking he move to the floor, but he's doing it and she tries to soften his slump to the floor by helping him lie down on his stomach.

she takes this opportunity to pull his torn shirt off of his arms so she can expose his bloodied back to her. it's just as red and wet as his chest. she's incredibly thankful giuseppe didn't have the forethought to riddle him with bullets.

as tempting as it is to simply shove her fingers into his wound and dig that bullet out, katherine strokes his back, letting her fingers feel for the notches of his spine. she wants him to relax as best he can. she wants to relax herself... her heart continues to race wildly and anxiously in her chest despite her efforts to calm it. ]

I'm going to get this one out, okay?

( stefan doesn't say anything but he doesn't try and stop her either. he just lays there, face pressed against the rug while he bleeds and tries not to cry out in pain.

he knows what she's going to do next is going to hurt and he just...he just grabs at the rug and bites his lip to prepare himself. that, at least. stops him from apologizing again.

so, small favors. )

Okay.

( his voice shakes the tiniest bit and he waits for her to do whatever she's going to do. )

[ she can dig bullets out of herself with no problem, but when it comes to doing it for stefan, she hesitates. he says okay and she doesn't dive right into it. she knows it hurts him and she is very, very tired of him hurting because of her... but she doesn't dwell on it for long. his body isn't pushing it out, so that leaves her only one option.

straddling his upper thighs so he doesn't think to roll away, katherine digs her fingers into his back and easily finds the bullet. again, the issue at hand is trying to dig it out. her fingers slide against it and move it slightly, but it's not enough. it's as if gisueppe had chosen special firefly bullets to shoot his son with, or maybe it's just her luck she's struggling to do this. she presses her mouth against his wound to try and get the bullet out in her very special way. ]

( stefan feels her mouth at his back and though he knows what she's going to do, he still braces himself for the pain. she digs her finger in first and he muffles a shout against the rug before she tries sucking it out with her mouth.

she's working as fast as she can but he knows he's lost a lot of blood and he knows he's still bleeding. he closes his eyes to stop the double vision and dizziness that seems to be overtaking him with the blood loss.

his breath wheezes painfully out of him and he grabs at the rug, trying to keep himself conscious despite everything in him wanting to pass out. )

[ she doesn't stop until she dislodges it. instead of aiming for the sink, she tosses it onto the floor, letting it noisily roll away from the both of them while it smears blood on his tiles.

katherine wipes the back of her hand against her mouth as she peers down at him, letting out a sigh of relief. ]

It's out.

[ just in case he couldn't feel it. with how he's been responding since being shot, he's in a hell of a lot of pain. a part of her wonders if it's been magnified because this is how he died. this is how all of it started for him.

despite that, her heart still hammers in her chest. there's so much of his blood everywhere that she doesn't quite know what to do with herself. she shifts off of him and kneels to his side, resting her bloodied hands on her black pants. ]

You should be healing now. [ except, for his back, she can't see his skin slowly starting to patch itself up again. the scent of his blood is still so rich and thick in the air, and she can only see it continue to ooze out of his now empty bullet hole. ]

( he just stays there, face down on the bathroom floor, bleeding. he should be healing just like she said but he can tell he isn't. blood still seeps from each wound and the pain lances through his body in a way that he hasn't felt in a long, long time.

he takes a shuddering, gasping breath and makes a quiet sound of pain against the now ruined rug. he's not healing. he's going to bleed out on the bathroom floor and that's how this is going to end. his father's going to kill him again. )

It's not working.

( he can't even look at her. )

Katherine, I'm sorry. I can't — it's not working.

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