jikan_rpg | 1 Doctor + 1 Jealous BF + 3 Gangsters = ?

Wen Qing didn’t seem at all surprised that the man a) didn’t confirm his identity and b) needed to contact Kinn. She would definitely have checked if it were her!

She looks up at Jiang Cheng when he spoke up. “I don’t know them. I’ve met one man, Kinn, once when he arrived.”

Hearing Kinn tell him that she was safe meant a lot. After all, he knew Kinn and knew that he wouldn't lie to him about this. More than that, the man was more suspicious about things than he was. "Alright. I'll let her in. Thank you."

Hanging up then, he took a deep breath...

And remembered he had a 'weapon' still in his hand. Quickly scurrying to the table, he set it aside like he'd never had it then fixed his hair and clothes before opening the door again. "Thank you for coming. I'm Pete and the man in the bed is Vegas. Let me go wake him up because he'll take this better coming from me."

And then, yes, he gave her another bow. If Kinn said she should be respected like the family he knew just what to do.

See how good Pete is? Thinking of everyone's safety even though Vegas is basically harmless in his current state. That doesn't, however, stop him from starting when Pete wakes him and reaching for a gun that isn't there. Maybe he's just a little paranoid right now. As Pete knows, it's difficult for Vegas to be vulnerable. And now there are strangers here when he's all but helpless.

Vegas doesn't take his suspicious eyes off them.

"Pete, what's going on?"

Quicky, he moved to block either of the other two from reacting to Vegas reaching for a weapon he didn't have. This was why he wanted to be the one to wake him. Catching Vegas' hands, he got him to focus on him even though he knew those eyes would never look at him. Not while his boyfriend didn't know what was going on.

"This is Wen Qing and her friend Jiang Cheng. She's a doctor and they're here to help us get you out of here and somewhere more comfortable where you'll be in her care. I already checked with Khun Kinn and she's respected by the family," he said that part very carefully to try and give Vegas the hint to be good. And then he smiled and leaned down to kiss his hand.

"I'm going to be with you the whole way."

Jiang Cheng didn't like the way Vegas woke up, didn't like the way the other held eyes with him, didn't like this one bit! As such, he shifted closer to Wen Qing, the low sound in his throat, almost purr-like. They were going to be living with Wen Qing? Of course, he knew he had no standing on refusing something like this. This was Qing's house, she was a doctor, and it was all her decision. BUT! He still didn't like it.

He turned to Qing, still keeping the other two in his line of sight. "We didn't bring a litter if he can't walk out of here."

So much for Kinn telling him all the family shit was irrelevant. He understood the order well: behave yourself. Even in another world he can't break free from the family and its hierarchy.

Vegas relaxed by degrees, gripping Pete's hand like it was a lifeline. Without a weapon, in this condition, there was no way Vegas could defend himself. Or Pete. Not that Pete needed defending. He might not seem it, but the man was hyper-competent. Vegas had to rely on him now. And Kinn's kindness, goddammit.

His eyes darted to Pete and he shook his head. "I don't think I can walk very far."

Wen Qing stays back as the two new men converse. She doesn't bat an eye when her patient looks like he's reaching for a dagger. She does, however, look at Cheng when he starts making a rumbling sound. That can't be a good sign..

She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. "A-Cheng," she whispers softly. "Would you go find one of those chairs on wheels?"

Stepping closer, she address the other two. "We won't have you walk, Khun Vegas. Would you allow me to check on your condition?"

The man was growling at them. That wasn't about to set Vegas at ease so Pete kept himself where he was. But he made room for her so that way she could get closer. She was the doctor, after all.

Still, he didn't let go of the hand that he was holding, knowing Vegas needed him to be okay with any of this.

"Thank. We're grateful for your help. And for getting Vegas somewhere more comfortable." Them somewhere more comfortable really because he was not going to leave the man's side for anything.

He didn't want to leave her here! But, if she was concerned, she wouldn't have sent him away, would she? Throwing her one final look, he glances back to the other men and then goes to look for the chair cart.

Cheng's looking for a while, probably long enough for the other three to get cozy and a little more comfortable.

Comfortable? That's not happening anytime soon.

Vegas is wary when Wen Qing approaches, but nods in response to her question. She can check whatever she needs to, she's the doctor after all -- one sent to him by his cousin, who seemed genuinely worried, but who could say why.

"I was shot five times," he explained. "A superficial wound to the arm," thanks for that, Pete, "and the rest in the abdomen."

She's relieved when Cheng does as she asked but she knows she'll need to talk to him privately later. He's not going to be happy about any of this.

With her index and middle fingers extended, she moves them over Vegas' body, starting from his head to his lower abdomen where, if he were a cultivator, his core would be. She frowns as the wounds aren't ones she would've expected from an arrow. That doesn't really matter though as she can sense his life energy isn't getting weaker.

Taking his wrist, she puts her fingers against his pulse and closes her eyes. Faint blue light can be seen on her fingertips as she shares a little of her energy to help his healing.

"You'll be able to be moved without further damage if we're careful. How's your level of pain right now?

Shit was he so glad he warned Vegas about magic. Because everything this doctor did was magic in his eyes. His eyes widened a moment but he stayed calm, giving the hand he was holding a squeeze. As amazing as all of this was it would have gone so badly if he hadn't warned Vegas in advance.

"The bullets were removed and he's past being in dangerous," he informed her just so that way she would know what she was dealing with here.

Then his attention was focused on Vegas. "Can you sit up, Vegas? I can get you to the wheelchair when it gets here."

A very good thing Pete warned him. The still didn't stop Vegas from wondering exactly how high on medicines he was to see her fingers glowing like that. Those dark eyes followed everywhere her hands went, half expecting a knife to his gut. If Kinn wanted him dead, there was no one to stop him. But, if Kinn wanted him dead, he probably wouldn't have gone through the trouble of sending an assassin disguised as a doctor.

Vegas swallowed, then wet his lips. He was still tense about all this, but at least getting out of the strange hospital would be a step up.

"It only hurts if I move too much." If he's still, if he keeps his breath even, he can almost forget that organs had been punctured and that he'd nearly bled out on the ground of the main family's estate. To Pete, he nodded, using his arms to push himself completely, if slowly, upright.

"Bullets?" She asks at that strange term. "You mean 'bolts'? Like from a crossbow?" She doesn't react except a small nod when Pete is explaining things that she just discovered herself- didn't he see her examine him?- as this is common among caregivers. They eagerly share details with her about her patients that are obvious or repetitive.

She moves when Vegas does, slipping an arm behind him to help him sit up. She gives Pete a stern look. "You shouldn't encourage him to use the muscles in his abdomen. While the wounds are clear and healing, it would be easy for him to tear the healing flesh."

"No. Bullets. From a gun." Oh boy. Vegas was not going to like that she didn't know what a gun was. That was going to be a lot of fun to deal with but he kept quiet about it and instead made sure that most of the weight of Vegas was on his own body so that way the man wasn't using his muscles so much.

Rather than be upset by the stern look though, he just nodded. "I've been encouraging him to rest and to stop moving around so much on his own."

And since he was the person that Vegas would listen to the most? It had been largely successful.

Cheng finally makes it back with the wheelchair after getting turned around a bit. He pushes it inside the room, glancing at Wen Qing first to make certain she wasn't harmed. These people were going to be in her house and while the injured one looked harmless, Cheng knew better. Injured animals backed into a corner fought harder.

He brought the wheelchair over to the side of the bed and fumbled for a moment with the brakes. Giving up, he took a couple steps back to give Pete and Vegas room to maneuver. In fact, he took up a spot by Wen Qing. While he wanted to be between the strangers and her, he knew better and settled for being a silent sentinel by her side. If he could protect her by being an intimidating presence, he would do so even if he thought no one seemed to be intimidated by him.

Mental note: Be over at her place more often.

Vegas blinked at the whole conversation. Did this doctor not know what a gun is? How the hell can she treat bullet wounds if she doesn't even know what they are? He started to get a little fidgety. Maybe Kinn's trying to kill him, after all!

"It's true," he adds to confirm Pete's story. "Until he got here, I was gonna escape on my own." To find Pete. Not that he'd have gotten very far, but A for effort, right Pete? Right? He definitely needed all the help he could get to get from his bed to the chair.

Oh right, that was the thing Khun Kinn had been asking for when she first met him. She still doesn't know what a bullet is, but makes the guess it's the gun's 'arrow'.

She isn't going to argue with them about who told Vegas to sit up or told him to rest. It didn't matter so long as she'd helped him sit up and now she carefully maneuvered to get him onto the chair. "Hold his arm," she instructs Pete, drawing Vegas' other arm over her shoulders. Her hand rested on his back to help steady him. "Careful."

Between the two of them, they manage to get Vegas situated without harm.

As it turned out Pete understood what to do better than she realized. He had some medical knowledge thanks to being a bodyguard for a crime family for a number of years. However, he didn't say that and instead just helped Vegas into the chair, actually managing to hook the break with his foot so it wouldn't roll.

Once his boyfriend was in the chair, he made sure that he was as comfortable as possible before going to take the handles. He'd show her respect but he and Vegas were sure to be more comfortable if he was in change of where the wheelchair was going.

"Okay. We're ready."

So this was going to be easy, right? Just walk the visibly injured man out of there. And no one was going to bat an eye? Sure. It was that easy. Not.

"Wait." Something else needed to be added so there was less chance of being noticed. He pulled a small qiankun pouch from his belt and opened it, pulling out a deep eggplant-colored silk tunic from a bag that looked infinitely too small to house the item. Tying the bag off again, he looked at the two and slowly offered the item like he was offering it to a feral dog. "If your torso's covered, they'll be less likely to stop us. We don't have anything for your pale complexion, though, so don't look half dead when we pass the staff." Make up wasn't his thing.

If he was going to be a part of the breakout shenanigans, he was going to at least offer some acting advice so they hopefully wouldn't get stopped on the way out.

I am half-dead Vegas thought. At least, that's how he felt with limited mobility and no weapon. He quite literally couldn't fight to save his life. It was a harrowing feeling. He wondered if this was how Pete felt in the safehouse. Helpless. Useless. No wonder he ran away. Vegas would have run, too.

Feelings are so gross.

Vegas was a little distracted by getting settled in the wheelchair when Jiang Cheng pulled the clothes out of his pouch, though, even after the fact, Vegas wondered how such a garment fit in such a small bag. More magic, he supposed. Too bad they couldn't just magic him out of this hellhole of a hospital back to his own comfortable bed.

"I'll do my best," he replied dryly.

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Qing notices Pete is more helpful than she'd initially suspected. That'll make things easier. Once her patient is in the chair, she is pleased when Pete goes to the handles. To be honest, she hasn't had any experience on that end of the chair, just sitting in it. Also, while she could push her luck asking Cheng to go get the chair, wanting him to push some stranger around in it would've ended very poorly for everyone.

At least, that had been her assumption. When abruptly there are purple robes being offered, she looks to the sect leader with surprise. She could've kissed him! "Please be careful with that," she can't help herself say softly.

Drawing out her communicator, she sends a quick message to Kinn to let him know they're on the way to her house.

"Let's go. I'll speak with anyone if we get stopped." As she walks toward the door, she finally explains. "Khun Kinn is going to meet us at my house where you can recover."

Pete was quick to lock the chair again and move around to take the tunic himself. Then he very carefully and gently helped Vegas into it. Unable to help himself, he pressed a kiss to his hair once it was on before going back to the handles to unlock the chair again.

To Jiang Cheng he gave a nod of thanks. To Wen Qing he gave another nod to say that he was ready to wheel his boyfriend out of here and to her place. If Kinn was going to meet them there then he could just make sure to protect Vegas along the way.

Alright. That was something he could manage. Easily. Even without a weapon he was prepared to do everything he had to.

Fine. It seemed like they were all ready to go now. Cheng watched over them all as he hovered by Wen Qing, his hand occasionally going to brush the small of her back. He didn't know how to handle this sort of situation with people who he didn't know-people Qing didn't really know, either!

"She's the best doctor you could find here," he said unprompted. "Many here trust Wen Qing with their lives, myself included."

Vegas watches their interactions closely. He, too, is wondering what the relationship is here: bodyguard, lover, both? Jiang Cheng was definitely protective of his woman. Guess no one told him that her virtue is safe from ~~the queer mafia~~ them.

A brow lifts at the unprompted comment and Vegas nods. "Kinn trusts her. That's good enough for me." And if that gets back to Kinn Vegas will deny ever saying it, witnesses be damned.

He instinctively lifts a hand to reach for Pete's on the handles of the wheelchair. He knows he's in good hands with him. Pete was a bodyguard for the Theerapanyakul family. Vegas has no doubt he could kill a man with anything conveniently handy if need be.

Then he nods to Wen Qing, his tone more subdued. "Thank you."

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