It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

Temporary Living Conditions

The hospital trip had been a complete blur. Beeping right next to him as doctors addressed his wounds. Asking how he attained such injuries. He explained what had happened beforehand, but when asking about his previous injuries Vincent kept his mouth shut. They would all make fun of him. Call him weak. A useless shell of a man. Not even the police could crack him. Though there was one thing he was advised to do. Move houses, and that caused a panic to run through him. 

He did not have enough money for a security deposit, nor enough for rent. Let alone money for a moving van to move his stuff, and it's not like switching to a different apartment would be a good idea. Manon could easily find out from there. Not to mention she knew where he worked. Even if she went to jail, he had doubts she would remain there long with her family's influence, and wealth. A knock to the door snapped him out of his thoughts. A nurse poked her head in. 

"You have a visitor." Vincent raised a brow as the nurse stepped aside. Letting Rody walk in. She waited for a few minutes. Likely to make sure Rody wouldn't hurt him, but seeing his relaxation she left to give the two some privacy. Closing the door behind her. Rody walked over. 

"Hey." Rody said. 

"Hey." Vincent replied. 

"How are you feeling?" Rody asked as he sat in a chair a bit further from the bed. Though Rody moved it forward a bit so he would be a bit closer to Vincent. 

"You know shitty. If the police can't keep Manon locked up I will have to move, and I don't have the money to move." Vincent said with a loud sigh. 

"You can stay with me." Vincent froze as he looked at Rody. His face was dead serious. 

"Are you sure? You only have one room." Vincent said as Rody shrugged. 

"I don't mind. I can sleep on the couch. My bed also has enough room to fit at least two people so it doesn't matter too much." Vincent looked away. He knew both of them were attracted to each other. So maybe that's why he was doing it. Then again Rody was already a kind person, so maybe this was just because he wanted to. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a hassle." Vincent asked as Rody nodded. 

"Of course. I don't mind." Rody said with a bright smile. Vincent nodded as he felt a slight sinking feeling in his gut about this.

Rody kept an eye on the women's prison. His car discreetly parked down the street. Another vehicle parked outside. In a few moments the all too familiar woman walked out with another more elderly woman alongside her. His eyes narrowed as he let out a low growl. Of course she got out with a slap on the wrists. And it wasn't like Vincent would press charges anytime soon. He definitely would have to do something about it soon. That's when Rody noticed Manon looked over towards his car. His position changed slightly. It became more relaxed as his face calmed down. Showing a sly smile. One of the ways to end her. Was to make sure he had her trust, or at the very least her attention, and it was clear he got it last night. But now she may think of him as suspicious. Maybe he could make a fake run in with her later on. Use her like a puppet to make sure she would never bother Vincent again.

Moving into Rody's home felt incredibly odd. Vincent was not used to living in a much more lavish apartment. Let alone sharing it with another person. Of course he had in college but even then they did not share a bed with a roommate. Alongside that no matter how far apart the two were when they fell asleep they always ended up cuddling with each other by the morning. This morning was no exception. Of course Vincent would never say it aloud but he actually quite liked it. Despite being taller than Rody it felt nice waking up in his arms. Pressed close against his chest while he peacefully slept on. Though Vincent knew he couldn't remain there. 

They both had work, and Rody's alarm would be going off in a few minutes. Carefully slipping out of his grasp Vincent silently shuffled to the closet. Grabbing his waiter's uniform before leaving the room and moving into the bathroom. Taking a shower before changing into his uniform. By the time he was done he could smell the bacon Rody was cooking. Alongside hearing the sound of sizzling. 

On another note Vincent never had to go to bed on an empty stomach. Which was both a blessing and a curse. As all he was eating was a vile, bitter, disgusting slop that moved down his throat. Making him want to vomit. It was no secret that Rody was trying to make unique textures to at least try to make the experience more pleasant. Of course he had mostly been unsuccessful. Vincent would never tell him though. Rody just knew it wasn't working. At least he was avoiding sloppy foods. Such as jams or mashed foods. After placing his pajamas in the room he moved to the kitchen. Rody was busy maneuvering around before noticing him. 

"Good morning Vince." One of the newest things from moving in was the nickname Vince. At first it annoyed Vincent to hear it, but it was slowly growing on him. 

"Good morning Rody." Vincent said as he sat down. A plate of bacon and lemon wedges were placed in front of him alongside a glass of lemon juice. Rody had been impressed when he discovered Vincent was able to tolerate such sour food. Even started adding some more spicy related items to his menu. Vincent didn't mind it too much. Even if it was rather painful in his gut later. In the meanwhile the two had a peaceful breakfast that morning before heading down to work. Some of their coworkers had looked at Vincent suspiciously. It was fair. He didn't care that much. It was fair as he usually did not get to work on time, and it was odd for him to show up on time for nearly two weeks.

The day flew by once again. Vincent and his coworkers making sure everyone was satisfied with their meals. That was until Manon once again appeared. Bursting into the restaurant and shoving people past the line. Vincent began to panic a bit. Even though Rody had mentally prepared him for the situation he still froze unable to move. 

"VINCENT!" Manon shouted before he finally broke out his gaze. Dashing into the kitchen running straight into Rody. He quickly moved him to the side as he whispered. 

"Go upstairs, and lock the doors." Vincent didn't need to be told twice. Dashing upstairs. His heart raced as he locked the door behind him. Yet that didn't feel like enough. He shuffled as quietly as he could. Fearful that Manon may hear him even though he could barely hear anything from the restaurant below. Moving into the kitchen he grabbed a knife before moving as quickly and quietly into the bedroom. Hiding in the closet. 

His heart was racing so badly it was all he could hear. He didn't move from that spot. His hands gripped the knife so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. His body was shaking badly. Causing a slight clunk every time the knife hits the wall or door. Sirens were in the background, and Vincent feared the worst. Shouts were heard from outside and Vincent was tempted to run up to the window and see. Yet what if Manon saw him. She had no clue he was living here, and if she found out it may cause more trouble for him, and dragging Rody more into this than he wanted to. That's when the door burst open. Vincent slapped his hand over his mouth as he felt his pulse rise once again. That was until he heard a familiar voice. 

"Vincent?!" Rody shouted as Vincent heard him running around the apartment. Vincent slipped the door open quietly. Moving quietly and stealthy before peaking out of the bedroom while Rody tan into the hall. His whole hair looked frazzled as if he had been in a tussle. Not to mention how stressed he looked. As soon as he laid eyes on Vincent his whole body relaxed, and his face became overjoyed. 

"Oh Vincent." Rody sighed as he sprinted over. Vincent dropped the knife before Rody squished him into a hug. Vincent hugged back. He had been scared out of his mind, and he needed comfort. He didn't want to let go. Rody felt like safety and security, and Vincent needed it. He could hear him some sniffs for Rody and it was clear that both of them had been scared. 

"She's not going to bother us anymore. I'm getting a restraining order on her and if she comes near us again she's going to jail and will not be bailed out." Vincent nodded, though part of him feared that would never happen. Manon may always haunt him. Her vengeance would not go away for a long while. 

"Hey." Rody moved back a bit so Vincent could look at him, and when Vincent saw it his eyes popped out of his head, as horror filled him. 

"I promise you she is not coming back." That did not matter right now. Rody had several scratches covering his face. Alongside bruises and a bloody nose.