Only two days had gone by and so far he had only about five phone calls with Andre and maybe less than a hundred text from him. He tried no to call every hour, but he was just so worried and freaked out whenever Andre didn't pick up.

He had barely eaten anything since he been there, instead he was locked inside the room that they gave him or he was outside. Andre's aunts pretty much left him alone and only talked to him when they thought he would like something to eat.

Today he was sitting outside underneath a bare tree. He didn't care how cold it was and just stared at his phone, texting Andre back and leaned his head back with a soft sigh.

Vincent had thrown a tantrum the first day he was there, the event having him locked up in his old room when he and his sister lived there. The second day had mostly been spent locked up, throwing books and dvd cases at the walls ,tiring himself out easily before just sticking to his texting when possible of Hunter. He longed to see the wolf right now, his mind angry at his sister for sending him so far away. He had calmed down enough at this point he could go outside, though his aunts had made sure he used one of the heavier wool blankets before finally being allowed to spend some time outside. He had managed to grab his sketchbook and a few of his pencils before going outside. He saw Pain outside under his tree looking worse for ware about all of this as well. Vincent looked sleepless for the most part, but Pain looked stressed to the young witch. His aunts had given him an extra blanket for the dancer, the young witch moving closer before offering it out to the man sitting under the tree. He used his free hand to write on his board before holding said board up, the writing not the best but readable.
"Aunt Mary wanted me to bring this to you. Has he been answering you?"
Vincent had been getting responses from Hunter here and there, but with him being a wolf seemed to make communication limited. He was so worried about this all.

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Pain had worn only a thin, long sleeve hoodie as he stared at his phone and smiled once Andre texted back and quickly replied, afraid that Andre might be killed or something if he didn't see his text. He sigh softly and looked up tot see Vincent with a extra blanket. He blinked before taking it and wrapped it around himself and sigh softly.

Thank you. He said softly and looked to the other. Yeah he has...what about your special guy? He asked.

Vincent could tell Pain was just as absorbed as he was in making sure his special someone was safe. The illusionist had placed himself next to Pain, remaining in his chair after clearing his board. The air was a little sharp but nothing he couldn't handle as he started to write again. His expression looked rather sad, not surprised at the question.
"He answers when he can. Werewolves can't really text when they're in wolf form.But my bracelet lets me know he's okay for the most part even if he isn't answering."
Said bracelet was worn securely around is wrist right now, its beads currently a blue color. He chose to toy with it for a moment, eyes looking very much sad. He wanted his wolf here with him right now.

Guess being with someone who knew what he was going through helped alot with dealing with everything. He continued to stare at his phone, the screen was black and it wasn't even on or made any noise. He hated that Andre didn't text me back right away, it just made him more worried.

He hated being so far away from the man he loved and to know that a pack of killer werewolves were coming to Bitter Springs to kill everyone and he stayed to fight. His nerves were already shot to hell as he looked to Vincent now once the other answered his question.

That's good......you must really love him..... He said.

Vincent watched as Pain just stared at his blank phone. He really didn't like how both had to suffer like this. They needed their men here, and as he watched Pain going though an inner turmoil his own stress levels were beginning to spike in his own thoughts. He was in constant fear that his bracelet would turn red or even worse that the color would start to fade out. He didn't want to lose the first person since losing his legs to leave his life so soon. He had a death grip on the sides of the boards at these thoughts, jumping at Pain speaking. He cleaned the board away before writing quickly with a shaky hand.
"He doesn't care that I can't talk or am trapped to a wheelchair...I need him here."
His eyes were actually starting to water now as he just longed for none of this to have ever happened. These killer wolves didn't need to be here, they didn't belong tearing this all apart when it was just starting to work out for the witch.

He knew that Vincent's special someone was a werewolf. It was interesting....and almost romantic that a werewolf and a fragile wheel chair bound witch had this connection that wasn't like any other kind. He secretly hoped that Vincent's boyfriend comes out of this without any harm and he hoped that Andre came out OK to.

He nodded and smiled some. I know.......I need Andre here.....most guys....are alittle be off putting of my job....but Andre had always cared for me and it wasn't because my body or how good looking I was...he generally cared... He said softly.

Vincent had closed his eyes to make sure he didn't cry as he cleaned the board with a bit of aggression. He listened to Pain speak, having known about Pain's profession thanks to Dahlia gossiping to her rats one day at work about Andre. Vincent honestly didn't care about something like that either, but he gave a sad smile at hearing Andre could actually have a heart. He was used to the other being so cold but they got along so well, having suffered training, one much longer than the other. He wrote his words once more, his eyes still very much wanting to cry.
"Its good Andre found you. I know the pain he's been though, though I was too fragile for it, ended up in a coma and removed by my sister. Andre...He needs someone to love him. You're good for him, he needs its..."
He put the board down and finally just let the tears roll down, his thoughts going straight to thinking of Hunter and how that wolf was so good for him. He just wanted those warm arms around him safe and sound, no more worries in the world. But that wasn't what was going to happen as he just let himself cry.

He couldn't help but to smile at what the other had said. It was nice to know that someone from Andre's family thought he was good for the hunter, he certainly did warm the hunters usually icy and cold exterior. He couldn't help but to return the sad smile, knowing what Vincent was feeling right now.

When Vincent started to cry, he reached out and placed his hand over the witches with a couraging smile. Hey.....your love will come home to to...I believe that Andre will make it..... He said.

Vincent was looking down at his currently blank board as he cried. His eyes would dart over to his bracelet so as to make sure it wasnt fading in color or turning red , the tears not stopping. He took a shaky breath as he looked to be trying to say something. The noise he made was more of a gurgle and a groan of sorts, but one could tell he was trying to actually say something. He stopped and looked over at Pain, his eyes still very much red, showing that this wasnt the first of his tears today. he took a shaky breath again before starting to write.
"I'm terrified of all this, and with him being a wolf there's such a high chance that he won't come back. All my practice in trying to say his name will be in vain....He makes me want to try again to recover from all of this....I can't lose him."
He started to make the strange noises again as the sound of a very much distorted H left his lips. It was all he was ever able to get out and it hurt him at times but he was going to say Hunter's name the instant he saw him. It would make a good welcome back wouldn't it?

He sigh softly at what Vincent was writing and didn't know what he could say to make the other feel better. The risk of Vincent's boyfriend dieing was just as high as Andre getting killed. You have to believe that he'll come back.......you can't stress yourself out over this...I am sure he wouldn't like it. He said softly.

Vincent was still just trying to talk, almost ignoring Pain at first as he was trying to just pronounce the letters individually that made up Hunter's name. His U ended up coming out more as a growl as he tried, the pain starting to get to him as he ended up having a bit of a coughing fit for a moment. He looked over at Pain with still red eyes, a series of smaller coughs leaving him. He wrote to the best of his abilities, using one hand to keep his coughs muffled.
"How can I not stress! My sister that raised me is out there as is my cousin who doesn't deserve to go through anymore hell. My first boyfriend is out there too and I'm just trapped here because my body is too weak to handle the magic it holds. I'm 17 and I haven't even found my correct element alignment! I should be out there helping them, not just sitting in this chair!"
He had hot angry tears rolling down his face at this point. He was trying to talk again, the sound just making his coughing worse as he was seriously pushing himself too much. He was mad at himself, mad that he had been sent here by those that cared for him. He just didn't know what to do but let out a distorted howl of a scream before coughing again, this time breathing heavy afterwards as he noticed some blood speckled on his hand. He was pushing his vocal chords too much.

Andre hadn't fully explain to him just how fragile and weak his cousin was. It was clear just by looking at Vincent that he wasn't even strong enough to be on his own, but he could tell that the boy was pushing himself to far. He was about to say something and couldn't help but to gasp some at the blood that speckled on the others hand.

He got up now and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. Hey, you need to calm down......Hunter wouldn't like to see you like this....if you push yourself to far then your going to get hurt... He said alittle bit more firmly now.

Vincent heard the gasp as he noticed that Pain had seen the blood he just coughed up, he had a feeling that the mark on Hunter's arm was red right now as his throat felt raw and his eyes heavy from the fit he pretty much just had. He tried to reach for his bag he had hooked onto the back of his chair but ended up just coughing again. He cleaned his board with his unstained hand and started to write again.
"I need the water bottle and red box from my bag. there should be tissues in there too somewhere."
He felt foolish now for pushing himself like this but at the same time he didn't care as he started to cough again. His throat really was hurting after all the screaming and attempts at talking, he could just feel the heavy stress his body was under and it was very much draining on him. He just wanted to be held, the tears running down his face as he was just trying to get his coughing and even gagging at this point under control. He was one of those kids that could cry himself sick and he was very much close to doing that.

He was worried now and wondered if he maybe he should just get Vincent's aunt, but stopped once the other started to write instructions on what to do. He reached into Vincent's bag and pulled out the supplies the other asked for and wanted to give the other a hug, but refrained, not sure how Vincent would like someone who was still a complete stranger to touch him.

Don't push yourself please.... He said.