The Real World: Revived

"Oh my god...you did..." Felicity stared in horror, her mind spinning with what just happened.

Rowan pulled the knife out of her leg and tossed it, "I-I didn't mean to... I- he just-... God, I can't go to prison!" her voice grew higher and higher and more and more panicked, "He was gonna kill me! He jumped at me! I-..."

Felicity looked around, no one was on the street except those two.
"Lets get you upstairs before someone comes." Felicity rushed Rowan up the stairs, looking behind her constantly as they went.

Rowan shakily followed behind, "Oh god, oh god... Shit, what am I gonna do?"

"I don't know, but for right now you need to calm down. Here' drink some of this." Felicity handed Rowan a stiff glass of whiskey.

Rowan didn't hesitate, taking the drink and downing it like a shot before handing it back.

"I don't think anyone saw us down there, but then again I don't know. First we have to get you bandaged up and change your clothes." Felicity went down the hall to her room for a few minutes, soon returning with a pair of sweats and a black shirt. She also had bandages and an army first aide kit.
"I don't know how well you will trust me, but my dad was an army medic. I can stitch you up, unless you want to go to the hospital."

Rowan shook her head, "Th-the hospital's gonna ask questions... Shit, I think I'm gonna puke..."

Felicity handed Rowan the closest trash can.
"Alright, you keep hold of that and just try to stay calm."
Felicity ripped Rowan's stockings open enough to get to the stab wound. She opened the first aid case and pulled out her equipment. Half an hour later she had Rowan stitched up.

The wound was about two inches deep, and clean. Meat and flesh easily parted down to the bone. Rowan threw up twice during the stitching procedure, and tried her best not to scream from pain.

Felicity placed a clean gauze on Rowan's leg, taping it off gently.
"You may wanna go change you clothes. I'll get you something for nausea."

Rowan nodded slowly, taking the trash can and the clothes and looking around for a room to limp towards to change.

"The bathroom is the room on the left..."
Felicity went to her bedroom, searching her lock box for her Phenargen.

Rowan nodded, heading inside.

Felicity had the medicine and a glass of water on the table for Rowan. She stayed by the window, watching the scene outside with fear in her eyes. She had locked her gun up and had also cleaned Rowan's knife, which was also locked up and hidden under the floorboard in Felicity's room.

OOC: How very Poe of you.

Rowan came out soon after, sitting back down and taking the pills without hesitation.

((Why thank you, the heartbeating shall begin. J/k.))

"Here, let me have those clothes. I need to get rid of them in the morning." Felicity shut the curtain behind her as she walked towards her futon.

Rowan tentatively handed her the dirty clothes, "That was my favorite coat, too..."

"I think freedom sounds better than a coat at this point. Besides, my favorite jeans have to get burned too." Felicity replied with a smirk.

Rowan winced, "I'm going to get you killed, Felicity."

"No, what's going to get me killed is cigarettes. I refuse to die by the hands of another person. I'm too fucking strong of a person to let that happen. To me or you."

"No, you don't get it. That was my ex. He's a coke dealer." she explained, hands shaking, "With the Lucchese crime family."

Felicity stared at Rowan for a few minutes, her eyes wide.
"Are you out of your mind?! Why would you date someone from that family!" Felicity felt bad for her outburst, but everyone in the city knew to steer clear of the Lucchese family

She looked down, "I dunno, he was rich and nice... Seemed like a lucky break for me! The guy turned out to be crazy, as I'm sure you noticed..."

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck." Felicity mutter, running her hands shakily through her hair.
"I don't know what to do now..."