<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gabe<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nette watched with a frown as Gabriel approached her, stealing her cigarette for a few puffs before placing it delicately back where it belonged... between full, soft lips. It wasn't the smoke-stealing that bothered her, though. It was the way he walked, and the way he tried to cover up the obvious pain he was in. When his hand grabbed her turtleneck and pulled it down to expose one of the bruises, her own long digits lifted and slapped his hand away. "Oh piss off, will ya, Gabe? You're no one to talk about what I chose to do with my body. I mean look at you!"<br/><br/>She gestured at him, specifically at his ribs. "What happened this time, huh Gabe? Customer get greedy so you decided to take on someone three times your size again? And then what, you come home and get high? Really? Are you<em>trying</em>to make it impossible to take you to the ER without getting busted?" She looked less than thrilled, her eyes angry and hurt. Yes, she knew she was being hypocritical... having gotten the tar knocked out of her and then come home to not only shoot up, but have some of the hottest, most incredibly thrilling sex she'd had in a long time. Her inner walls clenched at the thought, the memory of Kale driving himself in to her over and over again enough to momentarily forget that Gabriel had the audacity to yell at her for doing whatever it took to stay alive.<br/><br/>The movement of Gabriel's arm wrapping around his ribs is what brought her back to the present and she sighed all over again, rolling her eyes and leaving her cigarette perched between her lips as she moved closer to him, grabbing the arm that was wrapped around him and pulling it out of the way before her other hand was trying to tug his shirt up, wanting to see the damage. "Come on, let me see," she mumbled. She sounded pissed, but the look in her blue eyes said she was afraid... she was always afraid when Gabriel came home banged up. He was her savior... he was stronger than she was, in every way possible. What was she supposed to do when her super hero got hurt? Every time he got in a fight, her heart restricted painfully and she wanted to lash out.<br/><br/>She wanted to yell and scream... to throw things and just in general be angry at the world. But she couldn't do that... Gabe needed her to be strong. Needed her to be calm and collected like she always was, or they were both doomed. Perhaps they already were, but she would never admit that. Not to him. And especially not to herself.