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Something or other stumbled towards her in the dark of the night. Vi tiredly shot her gaze out, wincing and groaning with every movement. Who was it? Was it - Sam, of course it was Sam. why was she even trying to hope that Nate would all of a sudden rush in and be her knight in fucking armor for once. Instead it was Sam - though at least it was better than no one, because Vic was still pretty well ready for another fight, she didn't land any good hits on the bastard, and if she was unlucky, he'd come tearing out in his filthy rage. And Vi was in to much pain to really do anything to try to defend herself at this point. With at least one other person, maybe she'd have a chance.

Doubtful, though, that Vic kicks as hard as fuck, seriously. She heard her name called out, by Sam, nonetheless, and Vi just nodded her head a bit after trying and failing to really make any sounds. The buzz at the back of her head decided at that very moment to explode, making a twin prong of agony in both her chest and her head - goddamnit what a fucking tool, why'd she have to drink so much beer, man - and she hissed in pain in response to Sam's query of if she was hurt. As he scooped her up, she felt the most peculiar sensation as her goddamned the hell rib shifted, making her go rigid in the sudden pain. Her face contorted as she tried to handle it, but failed spectacularly.

Someone else was approaching now, and Vi recognized it as Nate- of course it was, think she could ever mistake that idiotic form of his, that shape that's so loving and - goddamnit, stop going into damn fantasies and get focused on the shit at hand here. From above her, Sam shouted out to Nathan, that Violet needed help and whatnot, and then Sam went onto the ground, laying her own self gently down. She wasn't sure if she felt shitty or not about it - seriously, she was trying to avoid this sort of thing, wasn't she?

Nate, the great Nate, started shouting back in response, and by the time he came, screaming Violet's name in the most dramatic fashion possible, sliding next to her, his voice cracked, wrapping her into his arms as Sam managed to croak out in a tired voice that her rib was broken. Vi was more or less passive during this, trying not to suddenly make any stupid movements - despite her physical condition, all she could think about was how Nate had come to save her, had come to the rescue. The knight in aforementioned fucking armor. He looked positively terrified as he coo'd her name, checking her over and over - had Nate ever looked so closely at her body, let alone the boob area? She blushed even harder, not even managing a squeak as Nathan's eyes scoured over her. If only this were a completely different situation; she really didn't want people to know about super Hero Violet just yet.

Someone else arrived, apparently Charlie? Who quickly reached for his phone - goddamnit the fucking cops, why was he calling the cops? An ambulance? She didn't want to deal with this shit. Answering stupid useless questions, and the eyes clearly judging her as an outsider and thus untrustworthy. It was disgusting. She wanted to just fight her way out of this new mess. Or maybe get back into the house and let Vic and Ryan work her over. Anything was better than the damn cops. Or the hospital. Fuck. She was panicking now but only managed to make little whimpering sounds as she remembered that Nate was still holding her. Abruptly, she was moved up, and a new surge of pain suddenly struck her, making her hiss loudly, crying out in the most pathetically weak voice ever.

It was shit. It was terrible. She wanted to fight right the fuck now. But Nate was now carrying her back to the party, and hopefully this was her chance to at least set one thing right.

"Talk to me, Vi..."Nathan said, in a pleading, desperate tone. "Let me hear your voice...!"

Vi moaned a few times in response, trying to form words that made sense, anything that might've possibly made sense. It was fucking hard, and she couldn't - couldn't think, with all the buzzing in her head, the alcohol swirling around,the panic, and fucking Nate right here, holding her, carrying her, making her all fluttery and shit this didn't even make any sense anymore but eventually she settled on grinning a little at him. Might as well try to enjoy it.

"I'm... a hero." She said weakly, gritting her teeth. "They won't mess... they... fuck, Nate, they won't fuck with Briton anymore. I... fucked'em up harder than they did me, all right. I did it, didn't I?"

She gulped, still feeling drained and weak.

"I did the right thing, didn't I?"

Father ahead, the ambulance had arrived at more or less the same time, with it's wailing siren. A dark thought suddenly occured- wouldn't it be bad if she had to pay the whole hospital bill? Or if her parents found out that she'd been fighting? Taylor couldn't back her up forever, the little snot wasn't the perfect little brother, after all. This was really fucking bad, wasn't it? Vi suddenly tapped Nate's shoulder as best as she could without feeling more pain twinged throughout her body.

"Do I really need the ambulance?" She implored. "I'm fuckin' tough, I can handle this -" She winced as more agony screamed and she couldn't really continue talking. The paramedics saw her and then rushed over to carefully load her into the back of the obnoxious white vehicle. Vi, however, refused to let go of Nathan's hand, looking at him, almost begging.

"Come with me." She finally murmured, looking into his eyes; blushing furiously, as the medical people did their medical shit. "Don't wanna be alone in a fuckin' hospital when my parents get there..."