Dante just about managed to cross the road unscathed, the alcohol slowly starting to kick in. Just what he wanted. He wasn't swaying on his feet, slurring his words or seeing double yet, so he still had a ways to go before he'd get the sweet bliss of blacking out drunk, but he'd soon remedy that. Paying the guy at the desk with some notes he'd found at the bottom of his bag, he grabbed the keys given to him and made his way up the rusting metal stairs. As he reached his room he took the last few puffs of his cigarette before flicking it to to the ground and stomping it out. Getting his key in the door took a couple of tries, but finally he was in.<br/><br/>It was a sorry looking room, dingy yellow walls, frayed red carpeting with grey patches, scratched, dented and worn wooden furniture, all sprinkled with stains he didn't even want to think about. It smelled musty and sweaty inside with a hint of disinfectant. The bedding hurt his eyes, looking likes grandmas drapes with all the sickly green, white and pink stripes sprinkled with flowers. The TV was a box, the remote a brick and the bathroom... the en suite bathroom had cracked tiles with black stuff in between, a leaky faucet and a shower curtain that was hanging on for dear life. It was shitty but it was safe and as far away from Zach as he could get without compromising his job.<br/><br/>Chucking his bag in the corner somewhere, he placed his bottles on the nightstand beside the bed, shucking off his jacket to dump it over the back of one of the threadbare chairs leaving him in nothing but his jeans and shirt. Flopping back onto the bed, he grabbed his bourbon and was about to take another drink when there was a bang on the door. Sitting upright, heart pounding he thought that Zach had found him. Throwing out his senses he could tell there was someone behind the door. Quietly he put his bottle down and made his way over to the window, only opening the curtain a crack to see who was outside. But he saw nothing.<br/><br/>Wondering if he'd imagined it he made his way to the door to peek through the spy hole, also seeing nothing, when he caught the thick scent of blood. Mother fucker just couldn't take a hint. Resting his head against the door he wanted to scream, to lash out, but he didn't. Pushing away from the door he had every intention of going back to drinking his brain into a stupor, but he couldn't bring the bottle to his lips with Josef right outside his door. He growled in frustration, running his hand through his hair as he paced back and forth. Why couldn't he just leave him alone!?<br/><br/>After about ten minutes he stopped to stare at the door, knowing damn well that Josef might very well stay out there all night if he put his mind to it. And given it was chilly out and the extent of his wounds... it was clear from his scent he'd reopened a couple of his wounds, he couldn't just leave him out there to freeze his ass off and get infections. Even though they healed quicker than humans and rarely got sick, it didn't mean they couldn't.<br/><br/>Cursing under his breath he marched over to the door and yanked it open, looking down at Josef with an intense glare. Without saying anything he left the door open and walked back inside, picking up his bag. When he heard the door close he said, "sit your ass down and take your shirt off." After a moment he came over holding a small first aid kit, a cloth, a bowl and the bottle of vodka. Without asking he began unwrapping and peeling off the bandages Josef was sporting, all of them soaked through with blood, a couple even dripping fresh blood through the bandages.<br/><br/>"What are you still doing here, and moping outside my door no less. Didn't I tell you to leave me the fuck alone, or have you been away so long that you don't understand English anymore?" He griped, pouring his precious vodka over the cloth. Without warning he began cleaning the wounds that decorated Josef's body with the cloth, knowing it was going to hurt like a bitch. But he didn't have anything else to disinfect the wounds with. "Why'd you follow me? What do you want, huh? Don't you think you've caused enough damage already, you've lost, can't you just leave things alone," he muttered, taking a swig of the vodka before going back to cleaning him up. "After this you can leave, for good, got it?" he told him, placing the bloodied cloth in the bowl once he was done before he began wrapping him up in fresh bandages.