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Who: Sen, Sword, Damon
When: Daytime
Where: Library, Cells, Infirmary
What: Sword attempts to eliminate a problem
Rating: R for adult themes

Sword was in one of the very back isles of the library. He sat on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, with a book on his lap.

Sen was looking for a new book to read. He rarely ventured to the back aisles, but he was running out of choices in reading material. He read a lot, and there was only so many times you could read the same book. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Sword - it was an unusual sight. He stepped over the man's legs, looking at the bookshelf. "... How's Sam?"

"As good as can be expected..." Sword said to his book.

Sen nodded. "He was in a bad way." He sighed, pulling a book off the shelf. "How're you?"

"Fine," He said still into his book.

"What brings you to the library? I didn't know you were a big reader."

Sword shrugged.

"Why're you sat right back here? Not want to be seen? Or something else? You know the kinda things that usually happen back here, right?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm not an idiot, Sen..." Sword's retorts didn't have the snappish tone they usually held. Instead, he sounded...... bored.

"Just making sure." Sen crouched down a little near Sword. "Wouldn't want some poor whore being murdered for coming on to you."

Sword didn't answer.

Sen knew he shouldn't care, but he couldn't help it. He reached out, hooking a finger under Sword's chin, tilting his head a little. "What's wrong? You're not your usual sharp icy self."

Sword shrugged. He stood and put the book back on the shelf and sighed, "Is there something I can help you with, Sen?"

"Yeah. You can talk to me. I'm not an idiot, I know something’s bothering you, and that's not like you at all, you don't usually let things get to you and if they do, you eliminate the problem. So, what's up?"

Sword thought for a moment and then nodded, "Eliminate the problem," He twisted his lips in thought, "That's a good idea. I'll be in my cell if you need me." He said and started to leave.

Sen grabbed his wrist. "What is the problem? Maybe I could help?"

Sword shook his head, "Don't need your help. That’s why I'm shutcall. I can take of the problems myself."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sen let go of Sword's wrist, moving in to press a kiss to the man's temple. "Just take care of yourself, okay? And keep an eye on your guys... there's a couple of rats within them. I hope you fix whatever is bothering you, your eyes look dull instead of sharp and cutting."

"I'll fix it. Don't worry." He gave a rueful smile before leaving the library.

After about an hour there was a loud uproar in the library. Not the usual uproar you would hear if a fight broke out. But the uproar you heard after something happened and many people were talking about it at once.

Sen had been reading, well staring at the words on the page but not really concentrating. He got up, frowning a little. "What's going on?" He asked someone nearby

"Shutcall was found in his cell by one of the inmates. Sounds like he O.D'ed," He smirked, "We're just waiting for the guards to find him now."

"WHAT?! You mean he's still there?!?!" He grabbed the man by the shirt. "What the fuck are you waiting for! Go find a guard!!" He growled, punching the man in the face, before pushing his way through the crowds to get to Sword and Sam's cell.

Sword was sitting lifeless on the floor against the back wall. There was a shoelace tied just above his elbow of his right arm, a needle in his left hand and a picture of toddler boy ripped in two beside him.

Sen pushed his way through, rushing over to Sword kneeling beside him. "Dammit Sword! You can't die! I won't let you!!" He pulled the crucifix from around his neck, tying it around Sword's wrist. "I need you!! If... if you die before me then... I'll fuck your damn corpse infront of everyone!!"

A couple of guards made their way through the crowds, seemingly unfazed by the whole situation. They threatened to break the necks of anyone who didn't move and threatened to throw everyone into solitary who didn't shut the hell up. "We need to get him to the infirmary!" They shoved Sen aside, moving to deal with Sword.

Sword didn't move. When he was picked up, his head dropped back and some foam from his mouth ran down his chin. There appeared to be no life to him.

Sen picked up the torn picture, shoving it in his jeans pocket. He shoved his way through the crowds, making room for the two guards carrying Sword. He insisted on coming to the infirmary despite the guards telling him he couldn't. He rubbed his eyes, fighting back the tears pricking them. "Come on Sword, fight it. You're stronger than this!!" He hissed, watching as they carried the lifeless form.

Sword was carried into the infirmary and place on one of the beds. One of the guards went to the front room and pressed a button repeatedly. A few short seconds later, Damon came in. The guards explained what happened and Damon was suddenly at work, giving Sword a shot and sticking tubes into his hands and arms.

Sen paced back and forth, watching intently, making sure to keep out of the way. He paused, pulling the torn photo out of his pocket to examine it. "A child?... Sword's?" He sighed, shoving it back into his pocket. "Damn... I should have stayed with you..."

There was suddenly a very slow beeping sound filling the room. Damon had hooked Sword up to a heart monitor. He looked at Sen, "What did he take?"

Sen swallowed hard. "I dunno. Possibly Hotshot... but I don't know. It could have been anything."

Damon frowned deeply when he Sen said 'Hotshot'. He sighed and then went back to working on Sword.

"... Is he gonna die?" Sen asked after a few moments, dreading the answer.

"I don't know," Damon said honestly.

Sen chewed the inside of his lip, resuming his pacing.

Damon frowned and then took a sample of his blood, "I'm not sure what good this will do. But I'll need to test it to see what's in it." HE glanced at Sword, "Right now, I've done what I can. But without knowing what drug it was, I'm not sure if I should give him an anti-dote for poison. More specifically, what kind of anti-dote. If you're wrong and it's not Hotshot, then an anti-dote could kill him quicker." He sighed and took the vile of blood to his small lab and began testing quickly.

Sen dragged a chair over to the bed, sitting in it. He reached out a hand, stroking Sword's hair. "Sword... You were dying alone... why didn't you talk to me? I'd have tried to help you." He sighed.

"Owari... Time to go back to your cell." One of the guards stood at the foot of the bed.

Sen shook his head. "No, I can't, not until I know whether he'll be okay or not... Please?"

The guard sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, but you get in trouble and I didn't see you, okay?"

Damon was busy testing Sword's blood as quickly as he could and still be thorough at the same time. After a few short minutes he stood and got another shot ready. Walking over to Sword he injected him with it. He disposed the needle and then looked to Sen, "Does Sword have a shiv on him that you know about?"

Sen shrugged. "He usually carries one. But I'm not sure if he has one on him now - he probably does though."

"Where?"

"He usually carries one in his back pocket. But there might be one in his boot."

Damon rolled Sword over and checked his pockets, nothing. Same with his boot. Damon frowned, "Do you have one?"

Sen stood from the chair, slipping his hand into his pocket, handing the shiv to Damon.

Damon nodded, "Thank you," And then suddenly Damon's arm flew and sliced Sen's forearm open.

Sen's hand instantly moved to the gash. "What the fuck??"

Damon grinned and disposed of the shiv, "Now you have a reason to stay here with Sword," He said as turned and got out some supplies to clean Sen.

"You could have given me a little warning." He held out his arm for Damon, wincing a little as it was cleaned.

Damon shook his head, "Needed to look some what believable." HE cleaned him, stitched him and then wrapped his arm in gauze.

Sen rubbed his arm, before smiling at Damon. "Thank you." He moved back to the chair, drawing his knees up into it, watching over Sword.

Sword still laid there lifelessly. His breathing barely noticeable and the beeps on the monitor very slow.

Sen started to stroke Sword's hair again, the tears he'd managed to hold back so far finally beginning to fall.