Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Thirty-Four: Boze

"Is she going to be okay?"

Wrath's body was lying on the hospital bed. Medic had washed all of the blood off her face, and bandaged up her wounds. Boze looked at her through the glass, rubbing her arm.

She'd let the fight happen without lifting a finger to do anything. Wrath was supposed to be the one who won. She would've put Mari down easily, most likely with a quick blow to the head. That was what Boze had expected to happen as she watched.

But it hadn't. And while seeing Mari like that, rage written clearly on her face as she pummeled Wrath again and again, had been far from an unpleasant experience, Boze didn't want Wrath to die. She was loyal and hardworking, and the way she led the brawlers was flawless. It would be a waste to have her die like this.

"You think that a few punches would be enough to take her out?" Medic smiled as she removed her bloodstained gloves. "She'll be fine."

"Good," Boze sighed in relief.

"I don't think that Mari was trying to kill her," Medic stated. "She would've done a better job if she was trying."

"Why would anyone think that in the first place?" Boze asked as she turned to look at the brown-haired woman.

"From what we've all heard of Mariko Takahashi, beating Wrath up like that was... out of character, to say the least," Medic explained. "We don't know what to think. This whole Mari thing has been very... sudden."

"Everyone will get used to her before long," Boze replied.

"I'm sure we will," Medic responded. "But it will be a while. We don't know what to expect from her. This violent episode... no one will forget it. I guarantee you that."

"I wasn't expecting anyone to," Boze closed her eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. "I'll talk to her about it."

"Please do," Medic nodded. "Not many girls can take a beating like Wrath can. If this happens again..."

"It won't," Boze stated.

"Let's hope it doesn't," Medic sighed.

Boze took a deep breath before exiting the Infirmary. She'd been expecting a lot of things from Mari, but this? This had taken her completely by surprise.

Sure, Mari had been different when she'd talked to her in the cell. But this violence... nothing she'd done had suggested that she'd have any violent tendencies. Boze must be getting sloppy. If she was on the top of her game, she would've been able to spot any sign of that from a mile away.

Psycho was waiting for her outside of the Infirmary, along with the rest of the brawlers. Their eyes lit up when they saw her, expecting news.

"She'll be fine," Boze reassured them. "Psycho, could you please get Mari for me?"

The platinum-haired woman nodded and sprinted away instantly, off to do what she'd asked. She'd always been an overachiever, that one.

As she waited, Boze got some wine from her room and poured two glasses, before walking back out. Psycho arrived a few minutes later, Mari right behind her.

In the past half-hour, Mari had cleaned herself off. She'd made no attempt to bandage her knuckles, which were bruised and busted from the fight. The rage that had once consumed her eyes was gone, replaced with emptiness. If she feared a punishment, she didn't show it.

"Leave us," she instructed her brawlers as she handed a glass of wine to Mari, which she took. The brawlers did as she asked, running down the escalator as fast as they could.

Boze leaned against the bannister and took a sip of her wine. "So."

"So," Mari replied.

"You've beaten my best fighter," Boze smiled. "Does that make you my best fighter now?"

"I got lucky," Mari walked to her side and leaned over the bannister, looking down at the women below. "Wrath could beat me any time she liked."

"No, there was some skill there," Boze replied. "You've learned a lot in your time here."