<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/>"God, sometimes I swear you're just a big five year old," Nette grumbled as he backed away from her. "Gabriel Alvarez, you will stand still and let me see the damage<em>now</em>, or I'll hit you to figure out how bad it is," she said with a glare, her hands forcing his shirt up until she could see. When her eyes were met with angry black and blue bruising along his ribs, a soft gasp ripped from her lips and for a moment, Nette wasn't sure how to react. It was bad... Not the worst, but bad...<br/><br/>His hand was on her face... when had that happened? Lifting questioning blue eyes, she looked up at him and the look he gave her was heart breaking. He was trying so hard to keep her from worrying about him, when here he was walking around with ribs that were broken at best, fractured at worst... Tears build in her eyes at the thought and her hands lifted to swipe angrily at them as she tried not to, but eventually broke down and let out a sniffle. "I don't like it when you're hurt either, you know," she muttered at his apology. "What happens if one day I<em>do</em>need your help, and you're too banged up to be there?" she murmured, gesturing at him helplessly and letting his shirt fall back in to place.<br/><br/>"And you're so strung out right now I can't take you to the hospital even though they're probably broken and even if I have money enough to get you in I don't know how much they'll charge for everything we need and I dunno what we'll do to get you the pain killers you're going to need..." she said in a soft, tearful voice as she fought down the urge to burst in to sobs right in front of him. It was perhaps the worst part about shooting up for her... it made her emotions feel ten time more extreme than they really were and made it near impossible to maintain any sort of self control. Seeming to suddenly snap out of it, her voice was a bit more firm and the quivering the tears always gave it stopped. "You are<em>not</em>working tonight, do you understand me?" she asked, shooting him a glare that dared him to argue with her. "Not a single client or so help me I'll beat you up myself."