He hated seeing the other in pain, wishing this nightmares would end. He smiled when Vincent ordeal seemed to have pass now. He soon feel back asleep with the other. When he woke up, he looked at his phone and saw that they had slept for two while days. He sigh softly and gently removed the other, he needed a shower. He pulled the covers over Vincent, kissing the sirens head before heading to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on, getting a quick but much needed shower and had some spare cloths he had always kept. He dressed, heading back to the bedroom.

Vincent didn't know how long he had been asleep, just knowing that he wanted to stay asleep so long as Hunter was holding him. His little struggle with the nightmare was the only one in his two days of slumber, having been peaceful for the most part. He seemed to be becoming a bit void again when he woke up, only it wasn't until Hunter had left him to get a shower. He wasn't in as much pain as before, but he needed his medications. He could tell he needed them with how he ached a bit differently than before and from the sound of his breathing. He ended up just staring at the wall when he sat up though, face blank and eyes still looking dull and tired. When hunter returned he just stared for a moment, eyes looking happy to see him but expression elsewhere rather lacking.
"Need medications..."
Something in him couldn't help but to reach a hand out for hunter, wanting the other in contact with him even when he was feeling so hallow.

He looked at the other once he heard that Vincent needed his medicnes. He nodded, taking out his phone and called Dahlia, telling her to come to Jack's cabin in the woods and that Vincent was alright, he just needed his medication. He hung up, walking over to the other and sat down on the bed."Dahlia is coming with them." He said and smiled. He leaned forward, giving the other a kiss on the forehead and smiled, stroking the witches cheek.

Vincent watched Hunter call his sister, unsure of how he felt with seeing her at the moment. She was used to seeing him sickly, but she was the one to put him back into a rather pained state. He was entirely focused on Hunter for the most part, a tiny smile coming to his lips at the kiss to his forehead. This was all so comforting to him, he couldn't help to lean into Hunter's touch and shut his eyes for the time being.

Dahlia was quick to arrive, bringing a rather heavy bag with her. It looked like a large carpet bag, but it had things more valuable than clothes in it. She found the cabin with ease, walking in with a frantic look to her eyes. She had disposed of the stone and cleaned everything from the possession out of the shop, including her brother's room. She didn't really believe her brother was okay until she saw him sitting up in bed. She could tell looking at him he was feeling miserable still, but he was doing his best to cope.
"I've got all your medications in here. I can teach hunter how to mix some of them for you?"
It was clear she was trying to keep her voice steady, the woman still clearly torn up about this. Vincent just stared at her, not even lifting an arm to sign. To dahlia his eyes said more than what he could sign, making her look away and to hunter. She made a gesture for Hunter to follow her to the kitchen, starting with showing him what to mix for the potion and what pills to be taken at what time. It was mostly just morning and evening, the pink haired witch making it rather easy with having a box organized. She looked so somber through all this, it was a wonder she hadnt truly lost her mind this time.

He knew that Dahlia spell had been the reason why Vincent was in pain, but he didn't blame our feel any resentment towards her. Vincent was free from that demons control and that was all he cared about. He smiled at Dahlia, looking over to Vincent, wondering if the witch was really upset with his own sister for expelling a demon from him.

He followed Dahlia into the kitchen, listening to everything she was telling him. He listened intently, excusing himself for a moment to go back to the room where Vincent was laying."Are you mad at her?" He asked.

Dahlia was doing her best to keep herself together as they went through the medications. She felt so guilty for what she had done to get rid of the demon. It was something so soul splitting she could understand Vincent being mad at him. But she saw in his eyes for a moment it was only pain, not anger or hate towards her, just pain at what the demon did to him while under its control. She gave a nod at Hunter leaving her, finishing up with what was needed for Vincent. She was silent with her exit, leaving a note on the counter. She may have been able to look at him, but she couldn't say goodbye to him right now.

Vincent just sat there in bed still, staring at the wall. He hadnt moved since he hunter left the room. He was still staring on with a blank expression until Hunter came into his line of sight. He remained blank faced, but his eyes were showing his pain. He blinked at being asks if he was mad at His sister.
"Im not mad i just....hurt...she's mad at herself. She needs time to heal too..."
He started to stare past Hunter then, his mind clearly starting to try and remember what happened to him. Everything was blurred aside from what the demon was doing to him and the few moments that he had control of his body.
"She hit me...I remember...he kept taunting her, making her think it hurt him...he didn't feel anything though...I felt everything..."
He started to cry then, unable to stop the tears or the memories of what happened. He wanted to forget them.

He heard Dahlia leaving, sighing softly and looked at Vincent, only nodded to what the outer said about her having to have time to heal on her own. Octavian really had cause this much turmoil and heartache, it was really sad and it only made Hunters blood boil. He looked at the other, eyes softenig at his love crying. He sat down and pulled Vincent gently into a hug."She was trying to free you, and I'm glad she did.....I was afraid that you were going to be killed by this...." hew said. He would leave out that the council had actually thought of just killing Vincent off. He had been through enough and didn't need knowing that the town wasn't safe because of him

Vincent couldn't seem to stop the tears from falling, even if he really wanted too. The removal of Octavian from using him as a host was torture on every inch of his being, including his mind. He didn't want to remember the pain, the way the demon tried to rip his soul out with it when it was finally removed. He didn't want to remember any of it at all. He was quick to lean into Hunter's hold, listening to what Hunter said. He raised a hand to grip at Hunter's shirt, just letting his thoughts go.
"At one point in all this...I thought it be better if I died....to make him stop...it's why those...those glyphs were made in blood...I wanted it to stop...all of it to stop..."
He was clearly shaking then, his stomach in knots and his body in desperate need of food, medications, and more rest. He still wanted this to stop, even with Octavian gone, this pain was going to haunt him for a long time.

Hunter could only hold Vincent and tell him it was okay anger over now, but he knew that it wasn't over, they had top deal with the aftermath and he wasn't sure if it would get worst after this. He wiped the others tears away, gently removing the other from his hold and went to get his medicines that Dahlia had told him to make and the times. He cane back with the medicine, handing it to Vincent."Here take your medicine, it'll help..." he said and tried to put on a happy smile for the booth of them. Hunter b.s. looked exhausted all things considered and clearly he was just as upset as Vincent was about the whole ordeal.

Hunter could only hold Vincent and tell him it was okay anger over now, but he knew that it wasn't over, they had top deal with the aftermath and he wasn't sure if it would get worst after this. He wiped the others tears away, gently removing the other from his hold and went to get his medicines that Dahlia had told him to make and the times. He cane back with the medicine, handing it to Vincent."Here take your medicine, it'll help..." he said and tried to put on a happy smile for the booth of them. Hunter b.s. looked exhausted all things considered and clearly he was just as upset as Vincent was about the whole ordeal.

Vincent was struggling to control his tears, wanting everything to just stop. He wouldn't let go of Hunter's shirt, his hands gripping it tightly still before his tears were slowly cleared away. He didn't want to be let go of hunter, but his grip wasn't strong enough to even attempt to hold him in place. He was able to stay seated upright, following the line of sight Hunter stayed in until he was left alone for a moment. He stared at the door until Hunter came back with his medicine. He took it carefully, not even able to make a face at the sour-bitter taste the potion had. He was watching Hunter's expressions, noticing the forced smile. He reached a hand out to touch Hunter's cheek, eyes staring back wanting to help the other even in his own pain.
"It's okay...I hurt a little less already."
It was his turn to put on a brave front as he was able to give a weak little smile. He was trying to express even though his eyes were still full of pain as was the rest of him, but even now he hated seeing Hunter worn out like this more so than his own state.

He knew that Vincent was trying to put up a front to spare him, but he did smile some at the other reassuring him that he was fine. He couldn't help but to lift the others hand from his cheek and kissed the inside of his palm. "Once you take your meication, would you like me to make you something to eat?" He asked, he sat down on the bed, helping the other with his medication and once Vincent was done, he took the dishes away and put them on the tray to be taken out..

Vincent could only nod at the idea of food. He wasn't sure he could stomach much right now, but it wouldn't hurt to try. He would try mostly for Hunter's sake then anything else. He watched Hunter start to take the remaining dishes from his medication away, eyes still looking to be in pain and tired.
"Just...I'm not too sure I can stomach much right now..."
It was clear he sounded a little unsure about things, not sure how he was going to try this. His throat had been soothed some by the potion, but it still felt to be full of pain. He was willing to tough through it though, even if it hurt a little more.

"I'll make something for you that you can stomach." He said and carried the dishes away. He made a simple turkey sandwich and some water. He brought the food on a tray, getting Vincent to sit up and laid the tray out for the other. He tried putting on a brave face for the witch, even though inside he was a total wreck.

Vincent gave Hunter a slow nod, looking more at his lap than anything else once Hunter left again. He was starting to wish Hunter didn't have to take care of him like this, that he hadnt just gone through hell with having a demon removed from his body. He kept thinking these things over, just staring until the wolf came back with food. He picked his head up, eyes focused on the beta more than anything before the witch attempted to eat. He was very slow with it, choosing to just break small pieces off over bites. He looked back up at Hunter at one point, only managing to eat a third of what was offered. He could see the wolf was trying his best to be brave, but Vincent knew when Hunter was trying to put up a front. He had reached out towards the wolf, grabbing one of his hands before just staring again.
"you don't have to put on a brave face...I know this messed you up too..."
He squeezed Hunter's hand some then, eyes looking sleepy, the witch more than likely needing to sleep again.