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Who: Seifer, Zell, sleepy Squall
When: Not long after Squall’s bathroom beating
Where: Cell
What: Smuggling medicinal tools and devious plotting
Rating: PG13 (I’ll say, maybe for language and weird humor)

As soon as Zell got wind of Seifer’s distress, and it had to be distress because people smoked under stress and…the guy wanted a knife, no doubt to knife someone, Zell took off into action. The tattooed blonde wasn’t sure of the particulars only that his companion had seemed ready to go out and hustle some guys for harassing his cellmate. Zell suspected, though, that there was something…at least some underlying attraction between Seifer and his roommate. Zell was not the jealous type, he’d seen jealousy in it’s many forms and it made a person unreasonable. He was a happy-go-lucky individual, but he really wasn’t too sure where to put his own swiftly growing feelings for the tall blonde except to mask it as friendship and have the other continue to tease him. It made it easier to hate someone if they teased you often enough, but Zell found that very difficult to do as well. He also understood that love and hate served the same purpose.

He was just too confused to think that far ahead, he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box, but he’d figure it out. Right now he knew someone else needed his efforts more. Zell didn’t know the cellmate’s name, what he looked like, or anything about him…but if Seifer liked him he had to be a good guy ne? Maybe he would like Zell to, who knew. Also, it made the short blonde increasingly angry, the thought the guys could walk around so freely and beat up on a person. It was tasteless, and from the sound of it it seemed like many guys…if the little blonde looked at Seifer’s cellmate hard enough he could probably figure it out without asking too many questions. Why, because he was talkative, and people who talked a lot could find the truth or tell the truth…he couldn’t remember which one.

In any case he went to the medical wing to pick up supplies using his hand as an excuse. He already had an ointment that his mother had given him; he snagged it out of his locker. It was good for burns and cuts and scrapes and contusions…kind of a fix all. He left the medical facilities perhaps with more than what he needed, but he claimed it would prevent him from having to make a return visit any time soon. He’d just have to deal with his own hand carefully. With The bandages tucked under his arms and the magazine curled up tightly in his back pocket he moved along carefully peeking into the cells to find the one housing Seifer and his cellmate. It took a bit of sleuthing and he got a few irritated glares from popping into the wrong ones a few times, but he finally found Seifer’s place of residence. It was a stretch for him, but he managed only to wave and to keep his voice at a dull roar, “yo, how’s he doin’?”

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Seifer could pass his blush off as a smirk as much as he wanted, but the secretive smile on Zell’s lips kind of gave it away, but he didn’t say anything. He was glad he could provide some small measure of comfort, if not to the injured man in the bed than to the scarred blonde who seemed up in arms. He wouldn’t ask Seifer questions either; the subject seemed to make the other uncomfortable.

Eventually, however, he’d have to see what had happened to squalls body. When he was a boy, or rather when he was younger he got into some trouble and spent three summers of his whole life doing junior EMT training. He knew it didn’t take a genius to put on ointment, but it required some skill to apply bandages and gauze. He did it to himself all the time, lord knows ha had his share of ass kicking’s. He’d also have to pry, just a little, in order to get the information e wanted, it wouldn’t be goading or painful, but simple…Zell was a simple guy after all.

“Woah tiger, you’re ready to giddy up all ready huh?” Zell chuckled softly; it sounded more like a breath. He did move to lean against the other blonde’s shoulder. It was to provide comfort and he was kind of short for Seifer to lean on he was just providing a comfortable weight, “yeah, I can understand that though…friends are really important even if you want to kick their asses sometimes for sending you embarrassing nudie magazines while you’re trying to eat breakfast…but I didn’t know that’s why you were in here…I couldn’t figure it out…but it makes sense.”

Squall began to stir from his sleep with a pained groan. He instantly drew his arms close, wrapping them around his torso clutching his ribs. His eyes started to flicker open at the sound of voices. The soreness of his throat felt like he'd tried to consume a garden fence - not that he actually knew what was like, but he assumed it was a similar kind of pain. His face throbbed from his busted lip.

He finally opened his eyes completely. Stormy grey optics blinking a few times before focusing on Seifer and Zell. He blushed a little, forcing himself to sit up quickly, drawing another pained sound from him. "I... You... I'm sorry. You want your bed. You should have woken me." He croaked, throat feeling dry. "I... don't think I bled on it... it should be fine for you two to...yeah..."

He tried to stand then, fully intent on somehow climbing to the top bunk to give the blondes some privacy.

It took Zell a moment to absorb what the other was saying or doing when Squall woke up and began shifting and talking. Bonking Seifer was probably the furthest thing from the short blonde’s mind, but comfort hadn’t been too far from his thoughts. Zell didn’t get what the other had said until it sank in and he predictably turned stop sign red, but that didn’t last. As soon as the other started struggling to climb to the top bunk. Zell rolled his eyes grinning at the other’s adamant behavior before walking over to the bunk himself to stop Squall, “and he talks about me bustin’ my ass all the time. You ought to be careful with all that movin’ around or your ass’ll be kissin’ the floor. Sides, we had no intention of doin’ anything freaky-deaky…so come on, down before you hurt someone. I'm especially prone to bruising, so be gentle.”

Despite his rough cut attitude Zell had a wolfish grin plastered to his lips that made every word seem friendly. Which it was, but he was used to bantering and joking, he didn’t mean to come off as obnoxious if he had, only friendly. This was the last person Zell wanted to appear threatening to and that was just his way of handling things. Despite his mouth, his hands were gentle, incredibly gentle because he didn’t know which parts of Squall’s body ached the most and he didn’t want to put pressure on anything too tender, “and no sorrys either…pity parties should be for the jerks who did this…I just brought some ointment and bandages…will you let me put them on? And can I ask you some stuff, no personal questions?” Zell waited to see if squall would cooperatively lay back on the bottom bunk himself.

Squall studied Zell for a long moment, feeling all the more jealous. After all, the short blonde was very good looking. He seemed friendly and seemed like the sort of guy to have a good sense of humour,. He frowned a little, giving up the job of climbing and dropping back onto the bottom bunk.

Ointment and bandages sounded good - his ribs were liking the sound of that. A bottle of pain killers might be good too, but he wasn't about to push his luck. He tugged his tshirt off so Zell could strap him up with bandages, hissing as he stretched. He kept his pants on, not really wanting to expose himself to a stranger. "What do you want to know?" He asked, nose scrunching a little.

Zell had no idea Squall was jealous of him, or to what extent, he didn’t really think there was any pressing need to be. The short blonde didn’t consider himself any great shakes so he didn’t try to flatter with looks, charm was all he had. Plus he was kind of dense when it came to things like that so he wouldn’t know someone was jealous of him if it bit him on the nose, he was just glad the other was taking it easy and he smiled still gentle and friendly.

Zell looked up at the ceiling when Squall took his shirt off thinking he was giving the other privacy, which was stupid when he’d have to bandage him up anyway. He did go for the bandages and ointment when the other seemed ready to be patched up, and he wasn’t going to expose Squall anymore than the other wanted, but Zell was only trying to help. So his intentions were purely professional and pure. He even winced when the other hissed in pain. Before patching the other up Zell curled his hand into a fist like he might punch someone, but he didn’t. He merely held his fist up to one of the welts on Squalls body, “well…that’s one question answered…big guys, big fists, big hands…you really took it like a soldier!” Zell said grinning playfully before putting his hands to work.

He squirted a bit on his hands and ever spot that looked sore and tender, it was alike a very gentle massage, his fingers were light and caressing, but not enough to tickle he actually had to work the ointment in a bit for it to work, “seriously though, I don’t need to know what they look like, just want to know if you can remember how many there are…and if you can’t remember your body might…because the marks are all unique you know…and if they were all a group of one race or a mix…do you know that? Anything is good though, no pressure.” Zell already knew quite a bit, because this kind of thing was his specialty, he knew that they had huge hands and they were big men.

... Great. Just what he didn't want: the two of them meeting each other. He held his breath and waited, but it looked like it would be okay. Squall might have gotten the wrong impression but Zell thankfully squashed it flat. Seifer made a mental note, though, to talk privately to Squall sometime. Later, when the guy felt better. Seifer shifted around to let Zell patch up the battered Squall. He didn't know very much about this kind of stuff, so better leave it to someone who did. His eyes widened in admiration watching how Zell worked.

"What do you know, Birdie: you're useful," he teased, needing something to joke about. "As for you," he turned his focus on Squall. "I already told you to stop moving around so much. Just relax and let us take care of you." Zell was asking questions about the beating that Seifer wouldn't have even thought of. Seifer was more impressed than ever; Zell really knew his stuff. "Zell and I are gonna catch the assholes who did this," he explained to Squall, "so any info you can tell us will help."

It was a small world they were living in, now, especially in the UGH so eventually Squall and Zell would have bumped into each other especially if one grew more curious about who the other was. Zell wasn’t nosy by nature and feeling kind of like the other man he probably would have liked to have kept his illusions, but this was good too. Besides he was doing some kind of good here, it wasn’t much, but it was a start. At Seifer’s comment, and the reference to his new nickname the blonde shook his head, “yeah well you can admire my greatness later…in the meantime I think I found something pretty interesting…not that this is you know…good…because it musta hurt pretty bad…”

Working the injured flesh as gently as he could Zell actually had an good perspective and a better eye because he was actually paying attention to what he was doing. He was also a self proclaimed expert on anything having to do with fists, well maybe not, but he liked to think so. He looked up at the both of them for a moment before lowering his head t focus on his find, “one of the guys wore a ring that left an impression…he hit you three times with the same fist too…look like the band has diamond patters…the center stone is a circle with a starburst in the center.” Zell blinked looking up at Squall a bit embarrassed, “sorry…just and offhanded remark…you were gonna say…?”

Squall blinked, suprised Zell could know so much about his attackers without being there to witness it, when Squall was struggling to remember and he was there! He relaxed a little more, letting Zell patch him up - even before the rape incident, he was never particularly good about letting other people within his personal space.

"I... uh, it happened rather suddenly... it's a bit hazy. There were five... I'm almost certain there were five. Big guys... tall like Seifer but ... a lot wider." He scrunched up his face trying to remember more. "They were white... all of them. And hairy, like bears."

He was really impressed now. Zell was a smart cookie. He was filing all this information away. Five guys, tall, hairy... Not too much to go on. But it was a start. He paced back and forth feeling impatient and needing a cigarette more than ever. Perhaps not knowing exactly who to stab was a good thing. It gave his anger time to cool down to a reasonable level.

"Tall like me but wider? Doesn't scare me, I'll still beat the shit out of 'em," he snapped out.

“Tall, wide, hairy, white, and a group of five and let’s not forget the ring prints one of ‘em left to top it all off. Anyway forget about it for now, healing’s the best thing to do, yeah?” Zell was relieved the bastards had left so much proof behind and the manic grin on his lips seemed to insinuate that they already had them. Those guys probably didn’t know the meaning of “your ass is grass,” but they would. They’d left a trail of steaming shit in the wake of what they’d done; he almost thought the bastards were leaving their calling card. Wasn’t that just a kick in the crotch?

Now there was the other problem, Zell knew squall was uncomfortable with him, well the touching even though he relaxed a little bit. He’d applied the ointment and now patching Squall up would require a broader range of touching. As he started the patching and the eventual intricate wrapping of the other’s upper body in bandages he tried to think of a way to ease Squall, and change the mood a bit. He wasn’t above doing or saying anything embarrassing, but he didn’t want to get to active. Singing, singing always calmed him down and it was something he could do pretty well so he sand in an upbeat tune, “If you said goodbye to me tonight - There would still be music left to write - What else could I do - I'm so inspired by you - That hasn't happened for the longest time...” Pausing he looked up at squall as he continued bandaging, “sounds bad without the melody huh? If you don’t like it I’ll shut up…but I’m trying to ease the mood…and I like Billy Joel too…oh, by the way. Name’s Zell Dincht…”

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