She had yelled at him again and he decided right then and there that it had to be stopped. He would not have her yelling at him no matter what the reason for it was. If she was worried about him bleeding then she shouldnâ€™t be; it was true that he could very easily become weak from blood loss but the wound would heal up in no time. She should not worry too much about him, and he also decided, silently, that she should not worry about being the cause of him getting hurt. Deziel would deal with his father when the time came so she should not worry. If she decided to take actions she would probably be killed anywayâ€¦ there was no way a human could fight off the powers of a demon that invaded your mind and devoured your dreams as well as sanity.<br/><br/>He glared at her and was about to smack her across the face again, but then she went back into the room and got under the covers. She didnâ€™t want to. It was written all over her face but he knew this was for the best. If she worried too much about him she would not recover well herself and he did not want that. He wanted her to be well rested.<br/><br/>A smile found its way to his face again, â€œRight. I will go bring you some medicine,â€ he said. He went back downstairs where he kept most things and searched until he found some pain relievers. Deziel took a moment to smoke a cigarette and went back to the basement to retrieve another bottle of vodka for himself, which he downed nearly half the bottle before he even reached the kitchen, before he went back upstairs. The slight headache he had telling him he has had enough to drink for the time being and the final drag from his cigarette sealing the deal for him being calm for awhile.  He was sure to finish the cigarette before returning to Elizabethâ€™s room.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not much, itâ€™s a little on the weak side, but I hope it helps. Anything to dull the pain is better than nothing, right?â€ He handed her the bottle before he sat down on the bed. Frowning at his now healing hand, he did his best to keep it away from anything he didnâ€™t want to get blood on; it would appear he has ruined the sleeve of yet another suit. He would have to make sure his father replaced the suit once he got his hands on him, wherever his little hiding spot was. That man was always bothering him and it was not just because of her. Of course he would never tell her that he decided right then and there. He really did not want her to sorry about it, it wasnâ€™t her problem to deal with, and a part of him was regretting falling in love with her.<br/><br/>This was yet another thing he would not tell her. If she wanted to blame herself then so be it, he just would be there in case it got too bad. However, seeing as she might be a bit tooâ€¦ chipperâ€¦ at times maybe he should let her see how horrible his father is for herself. Deziel smirked at the thought but soon shook it off. He would not wish anything like that on anyone, as horrible as he could be himself sometimes.