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October 13th, 13, 03:19 AM
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When someone slammed him into the ground it pushed out all the air out of his lungs. World around him was spinning as he tried to move but to no avail. The only thing Akira managed to do was kicking the bed that nudged a nightstand enough to push the glass over the edge, He was just too weak to do anything else. Tears running from his eyes he was to only try to struggle. Nothing more. He was just to weak. And then one of the man put the hand near his lips. With the last ounce of hope he bit into it as hard as he could, hoping that the man would scream making somebody able to hear it.
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October 13th, 13, 03:40 AM
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Just as the man from above went to unbuckle his pants, he stopped as one of the others yelped in pain and grabbed their hand, blood slowly dripping down. “Fucking asshole bit me!”
Widening his eyes from the noise, and from the abrupt action of Akira, he gave the servant a good punch in the stomach and spoke harshly. “Oh I like it aggressive.” he laughed.
“That’s it.” Josh got up from his bed, obviously not happy. He was tired, drained of his energy and he had no way of staying in his bed without seeing what was going on. Walking into the hall, he stopped, hearing a voice, wait, two voices coming from Akira’s room that he had no clue who it belonged to.
Feeling his energy return, Josh burst into the room, his heart nearly stopping for a second at the sight before him. Three men, pinning Akira down and he found himself so grateful that he had shown up. If he waited just a few minutes longer….
Making his way to the oldest one first, Josh just managed to punch the guy, right along his jaw. It thankfully knocked him off of Akira, although the other two were beginning to get up in order to fight back. Josh managed to use his momentum to get another right hook into the guy on the ground before kicking the second man harshly between the legs, the last managing to grab his shirt and throw him down onto the ground.
“Ah shit!” Josh proclaimed, pissed off for so many reasons right now that adrenaline peeked in him.
Standing back up, he tasted blood, ignoring it completely as he went to the third man, thankful he was scrawny and weak since he was able to get him down onto the ground quickly, giving him a few punches to the head and knocking him out.
Breathing harshly, Josh looked at the men, walking up to the intercom, pressing the button and speaking roughly. “I need security. As soon as possible.” he coughed, blood coming out onto his hands and finally noticing his lip dripping blood. “F-Fuck.” He looked at Akira, focusing on him now as he got onto the ground next to him and gave him his shirt back, quickly wrapping his arms around his servant and holding him close to his body. “It’s alright Aki I’m here.” he whispered while the sound of the security guards hurried steps grew louder and louder.
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October 13th, 13, 03:56 AM
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#143
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As the man punched him in the stomach he felt some sharp pain and he couldn't do anything more than lay on the floor. He was sure it was the end. Though never anyone done anything sexual to him he was sure the men was about to do just that. And they would do it as painful as they could. And then when he lost all hope.. door opened and there.. was standing master. His master looking so angry... so strong. After he could even move himself it was all over and he was wrapped by the warm, firm arms being pressed to others man chest. Akira didn't cry. Was just sitting like that, shivering like he had a fever, His stomach hurt as well as the foot he kicked the bed with.. but he only sat there like a doll. After some long minutes from his green eyes tears rolled down. Silent as always Akira started to cry.
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October 13th, 13, 04:08 AM
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The guards got into the room right on time, one of the men going to stand up before Josh spoke. “Kill them. All three of them.”
“But…Master, what is the charge?” One of the four asked.
Josh kept his arms around Akira and took a deep breath, his voice strong and rather loud, but due to Akira being in his arms, he tried not to yell. “For attempt of rape. I don‘t want them in here anymore.” he mumbled, his voice lowering as the guards grabbed the men.
“Understood.” Another of them spoke, grabbing the men who were attempting to make up some sort of lie in order to try to make it sound like a misunderstanding.
When they were all gone, the door closed and it was eerily silent. Josh looked from the door, down to Akira, his heart feeling like it weighed ten pounds from the look Akira had on his face. How could someone treat him like that? A person so defenseless who had been through so much just going through more trauma.
Josh used his fingers to wipe beneath Akira’s eyes, not speaking for a moment, just sitting on the ground and holding him against his chest. It took a few minutes before he finally moved, picking the servant up and placing him on the bed, staying right beside him.
“Are you hurt?” Josh asked while he himself was still tasting blood, although at the moment, that wasn’t what he cared about. He had to attend to Akira before he could attend to himself.
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October 13th, 13, 04:28 AM
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For few long minutes Akira wasn't able to answer the question and after he stopped crying he didn't really remember that. Everything was hazy and blurry. He just wanted to sleep. But then Akira changed position and reached to his foot with a gasp. If Josh would check it out he could see the pale, delicate foot was swollen quite a bit. Another thing Akira was still in shock and it probably would be wise to call for a doctor.
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October 13th, 13, 04:50 AM
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There were way too many emotions welling up inside of him. Josh couldn’t choose just one to focus on, in fact his anger poured out along with his concern. As Akira gasped, he found himself looking at his servant, focusing his attention on his foot and cringing from how swollen it was.
“I’ll get you some help, I’ll be back I promise.” Josh whispered and got up from the bed, barely taking his eyes away from Akira while pressing another button on the intercom and speaking into it, asking for a doctor right away.
Heading straight back to Akira, Josh sat down beside him yet again, having no idea what else to do other than just be there for him. Try to make him feel better, somehow.
After a few minutes, the doctor came into the room, his eyes flickering from Josh to Akira, knowing instantly who needed the help.
As he closed the door, Josh moved out of the way so that he could sit next to Akira, looking into his eyes for a moment and noticing his pupils slightly dilated. He then touched the servants wrist, his pulse slightly elevated, and his skin paler than usual.
“He’s in shock.” The doctor said immediately. “I’ll need you to keep him warm, make sure there aren’t any ways his blood or breathing can be blocked off.”
“Okay.” Josh whispered, carefully covering Akira up with a blanket, checking him over and exposing his ankle. “It’s swelled up pretty badly.” He pointed out. Checking over his servants body, Josh grimaced when he saw his stomach, noticing the bruise that was beginning to form. "I think he was punched here." Josh said in a sad tone of voice. Running one finger over Akira's stomach, he felt anger rise within him once again. How could someone do this?
“Putting something cold on it will reduce swelling. And I'll have to check his stomach to make sure there's no ruptures under the skin.” He got up and took out a packet, simply cracking it and it instantly turned into small crystals of ice. Applying it to Akira’s foot, the doctor then checked his heart rate again, making sure he wasn’t going into shock that would end up doing permanent damage, looking at his torso carefully as well.
As he was busy with that, Josh looked at Akira, very softly touching the servants hair, running his fingers through it and whispering what was happening, even if he couldn’t understand or comprehend it, he still spoke. “He’s just making sure you’re warm, have to check for internal damage, and for the swelling to go down. We aren’t going to hurt you.” he said with honesty and concern in his eyes.
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October 14th, 13, 12:43 AM
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Everything seemed so distant. Someone was talking but he didn't really get what exactly. It was like someone put cotton into his ears. For few moments he saw some stranger near him and it made him react a bit but then was this soft voice near his ear that somehow.. calmed him down. Gradually Akira started to hear. That they wouldn't hurt him. He looked at Josh with those green eyes of his. But then doctor touched his chest making him gasp in pain. He remembered one of the man punched him there. Did he broke something? It almost felt like it. Some bad memories from the past flooded his mind, making him clench his hands on others man shirt as if looking for something real to hold on to. Josh could see Akira was now a bit more responsive and his eyes weren't so distant anymore. Though he was still trembling.
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October 14th, 13, 01:03 AM
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The doctor noticed Akira’s reaction to his touch, feeling his ribs to make sure nothing was severely damaged. “Fractured right lower rib.” he then said while grabbing a brace for the servant’s torso, disabling him from bending over or completely breaking his bone.
“It’ll heal over time but it’ll take a few weeks. Make sure he wears this brace, at all times other than bathing or showering.”
Josh frowned from the new information. Akira had enough problems now he had a fractured rib. Although all of that momentarily slipped his mind when he saw that his servant looking more awake, more lively but still scared.
“Aki.” Josh held onto the man, slowly laying next to him and touching his hair, trying to sooth him. “I’ll make sure you are never hurt again. I promise you that.” he spoke while trying to reassure him while the doctor bandaged and checked him over.
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October 14th, 13, 04:21 PM
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Akira was listening when doctor said his bone was fractured and that he would need to wear a brace. What was a brace? Was it something bad? But.. it was probably something good for his rib. Trying to calm himself he heard master calling his name, using nice diminutive of it. And then the warm hand touched his hair. After it he looked at master while he heard him promising he would be never hurt again. Akira didn't really know what to think about it. Why, in the first place, master cared so much? He was just a servant. The person... no.. object that could be easily replaced. And now he was even more useless than before. He only brought master problems from the start. Akira put an arm over his eyes and shook his head, as the tears welled up in his eyes. Master should just kick him out. He was so useless.
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October 15th, 13, 07:16 PM
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As the brace was placed on Akira, Josh watched as the doctor checked him over, feeling himself watching every mood he made. When the man started to speak again, he listened intently with his arms wrapped around his servant.
“He’ll need bed rest for a few weeks. Walking will be painful and bending over as well. Make sure to keep him hydrated and fed, energy levels should be kept up for the body to internally heal the injuries.”
Josh nodded slowly. “Thank you. We appreciate it.”
Standing up, the doctor gave Josh a few pills for any pain or discomfort, and looked down at Akira. “Contact me if you need anything.”
Josh waited for him to walk out before looking at Akira and creasing his eyebrows. He was crying, and of course it wasn’t a welcoming emotion that Josh wanted him to feel.
“Akira. What’s wrong?” He whispered as he brushed his fingers over his servants arm that was covering his eyes. It was incredibly bothersome to see Akira like this, although Josh wasn’t sure why.
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