She was coughing, frantically trying to pulling air into her lungs while the force of his fist denied her comfort. The pain radiated up to her mangled hands, and down to where he viciously had his claim of her. Her body went still after the punches had finished, muscles quaking with distress as they wished to heal. Iris felt the pulsating of his member once he emptied in to her, and a whimper escaped from the back of her throat.<br/><br/>Unknown to what he would next do, when hands both on her head and in her stomach, she waited with a frantic heart while tired eyelids fluttered. The punches had sent stars to litter her vision, exploding with colors of red and white while distorting Roan's image. She watched him through layers of lashes while he displayed his own exhaustion, finding hope that he would be finished with his sadistic cravings. The wet sound of his cock leaving her folds sent blood to rush to her cheeks, and her chest heaved with a small cry as her nerves demanded attention to her broken fingers.<br/><br/>As he comforted her with the blanket she flinched, eyes widening for just a moment before relaxing to what he was doing. How tender he seemed now, wrapping her in the warm fabric that held his scent. Through the pain she still appreciated it, and she could not tell if it was right to do so. She didn't question why he would lay on the carpet beside her defeated form, but managed a dull groan before holding her breath as he took her hand. Sleep was needed for the two, but while one rested contently the other would suffer both physically and in her dreams.<br/><br/>It wasn't long until her mind gave way, preserving what sanity it still held by escaping the horrible aches and injuries. Perhaps in Roan's sleep he would feel her digits slowly snapping back in place, painful enough to draw agony from her lips even as she slept. The later hours of the morning would arrive quickly and the abused angel would still need hours to mend herself, but once pulling away from anxious dreams of violence and bloodied skies she would find herself fit enough to move. If he remained asleep when her eyes turned to him in silence, she would take the chance of slowly slipping away from his side.