It was strange having others in the car. Instead of talking he watched the woman as he had night. Before long he finally broke the silence of the ride with a question. "What makes you better then your brothers?"

the shock on her face was more than worth having to strangle the man next to him. leaning in he whispered a silent threat and hoped the other would understand how stupidly dangerous those sorts of questions were

Galvin ignored the threat but kept silent as the other whipped out his cell phone and started to dial a number. A threat was not what he payed for, so Galvin tried again with a different question. "Do you plan to keep expanding your enterprises?"

he was quick to close the phone and buzz the driver to stop as pyce started asking more inappropriate questions. as the vehicle stopped he pushed the man out of the limo and hastily followed after

As he tried to push himself up he was grabbed in the usual abrasive manner known to dick. The man was furious. With his free hand Galvin elbowed the man in the stomach. "You said I coul have what I wanted. I wanted answers Dick."

he staggered at the hit but quickly came back and grabbing the man pyce by the hair yanked him upright. "answers from me, not from people who have less qualms about making certain you spend your life in a chair than i. fucking jelly-fish may be a spineless wimp but there is a reason granny approves of that cock-sucker."

He didn't care if half o his hair came out. He was tired of threats and wanted answers. As far as he heard, that man in the car was the reason why his brother was in a chair. He yanked his hair free leaving clumps of it in Dick's fist and turned on the man. With a tightly balled fist he punched him and did not let up no matter what the cost.

a dozen half-forgotten defensive disarmament classes came to mind as the other started throwing punches crowded his mind but only one thing made is as far as his hand and reaching through the hits he grabbed the other by the neck and did his damnedest to crush the cartilage of pyce's windpipe

He felt a sense of deja vu. This time however he was not giving up with out a fight. Each attack from Galvin resulted in more pressure on his wind pipe. The stars were becoming to frequent and no air was getting in. Galvin felt like he was drowning. All of his struggling faded into nothing.

he let go when pyce finally stopped moving and lay there breathing heavily until a gloved hand reached out. looking past it he saw the driver. he took the hand and wrapping an arm around the unconscious man on top of him he shakily stood before wobbling into the back of the white car. he did not bother asking where they were going

The doctor was surprised, out of all of the mans lovers, this one seemed to get hurt the most. He gingerly touched the boys neck inspecting it Had Ambrosia held him longer, it would have caused internal swelling possibly death. He informed him it was dire to take Galvin to a hospital if he couldn't speak or had trouble breathing, for now he pulled some thing out that would hopefully make the swelling go down.

He woke up in a different room, it wasn't his nor was it the sliver or the green room. For a long time he lay disorientated wondering what time it was and how long he had been asleep. The view of the night time city could not tell him either, except that he was high off the ground. Once he was about to breathe with out quick needles of pain hurting his throat he rose, pushing aside the white linen he fell out of the bed and on to the wooden floor.

quickly he sprang from his light doze as the patient woke and attempted to leave the bed. without a word he took the man by the arm and helped pull him back into the bed and re-tucked the blankets. "........that is not advised"

Galvin didn't know who this man was but he was alot gentler then Ambroisa. HE shook his head. "I can't say here." He wheezed before his head reached up and touched it throat. It felt painful and badly in need of water. Swallowing hurt just as much but he was persistent in leaving.

shaking his head nervously he spared a glance out of the room. "i am sorry mister...? um, anyway it is not advised you are hurt badly and have only just come from the hospital." using one hand he softly leaned the man back against the pillows and poured a glass of water. he gave him a straw so he could relax while he drank

He shouldn't have moved to fast, it made the room spin. He looked at the man and then took the water. "Hospital?" He wheezed out. Against his better judgement he scooted to the edge of the bed. "Where is Dick?"

he blinked in confusion but did not move from his place so the man would not be able to leave the bed. "i'm sorry son, who is dick?"