The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse

Fragmented Pieces

The sound of running water shifts dynamically with the rhythm of Azreal's body. Steam emits viscously from the door that peers slightly open. Sitting inside just a couple feet away from the tub was Juniper, leaning forward with a cup in her hand.

"Euuugggh! For the last time, he drugged me, cast some spell to silence me, and then his little possie came to drag me away. It's not like I just bent over asking to be taken!"

Splisssh splash... Splish

Juniper dips her cup inside the murky water, collecting some of it before helping pour some on Azreal's back. Scars which rippled across Azreal's figure found itself covered in fresh wounds and blood. None of the injuries looked entirely severe but the quantity was a staggering amount considering all of his markings.

"You know that's not what I mean. All I'm saying is for next time we shouldn't split up because whenever we do, things go way worse than they usually would." Her gentle hands feel around the various cuts and bruises adorned to Azreal's upper body, a slight wince shadows him in response.

Splish...

"Yeah. Probably for the best. When I was down in that basement I told Silvia the same thing. It's too dangerous out here." Azreal drops his head pulling the plug from the drain and turning on the shower head as he rinsed himself. As the tide of the tub lowered, Juniper stood up exiting the bathroom.

Silvia patiently waits at the door aimed to leave the room. Her eyes jump between Johnny and the window cracked open as nature's song played.

"Is he supposed to sleep for that long? I'd think he was in a coma or something." She leaves her relaxed position to inspect Johnny. He was fast asleep still, a bit sluggish but dreaming earnestly.

"I don't know. He's missing a leg. I think people usually sleep a lot when you're sick or healing." Juniper rinses her cup and puts it away as she spoke.

"Those are not the same thing. Hey Johnny, wake up we're going to get you a leg and replace Azreal's axe."

No response is given.

"Johnny wake up or I'm giving you the wettest willies you'll ever have."

Still no response, Silvia getting rather impatient. A pause sits idly on the party as with a swift motion she shoves Johnny off the bed, an auditory thud coming from the ground. A groan escapes Johnny as he rolls to his back and opens his eyes up to see Silvia looming over him from the bed.

"What the fuck was that for?" He rubs his back with a pained glint in his eye.

"You weren't getting up at all and have been sleeping for quite a while. I needed to make sure you weren't dead." Silvia vaults the bed fully and tries to help Johnny get up, being mindful of his leg.

Juniper peaks inside the bathroom, being alert to Azreal's reaching hand as he repeatably opens and closes it. "Towel."

She passes him a rather small white towel that has been neatly folded and stored away inside one of the drawers. Juniper's fingers twirl the edges of her natural flowing hair as she looks up at the other two.

"Well Silvia, there are better ways of checking if I'm dead other than.. hm.. I don't know. Not shoving me off the bed!" Johnny ignores Silvia's attempt to help him, pulling himself up with the bedsheets next to him.

"Sheesh.. good to see you've got your energy back." Silvia backs up rather annoyed and weary, exasperation paints her face. Though it was refreshing to see Johnny more lively, it was unlike him to have any semblance of an outburst. Especially towards her of all people.