Arria turned slightly to look at Maria, then the sandwich and frowned at the thing, "I don't want it so you can leave." He said, frowning at her for a few moments before looking away. Curse him for being so stubborn but he didn't want anything from her.
Maria frowned, setting down the sandwich and water anyways, “Looks like you’re still cranky about your little human friend, huh?” She sneered, crossing her arms over her chest.
Arria snorted and rolled his eyes a little, "Of course I am! To some degree anyway," He sighed and rubbed his face, "Thank-you for… for letting him go and getting him to a hospital, even if you were the one to put him there in the first place…"
“Well, if you want a report on him, my secretary said he was unconscious for most of it,” Maria pulled out her phone, seeing a new text, “And that he-“ Her mouth parted a little and she just stared at the text for a few seconds before saying, “Looks like blondie left the hospital.”
Arria's head shot towards Maria, his eyes wide and fear shone in them for a few seconds, "What? He's out of the hospital? But- But he's still injured, he needs time to heal… my stars…" He shook his head a little. This is all my fault. He wouldn't even be in hospital if he hadn't have met me…
Maria turned off her phone, sliding it into her pocket, “Well, I’m not responsible for his actions, so if he wants to waste my help and your deal then so be it,” She turned back towards the door, and small smile on her face, “Now that he’s out of my care I can focus my resources on tomorrow morning’s visit.”
Arria narrowed his eyes at he back of her head, "What's happening then?" Please don't be that damned examination… He had no doubt that it probably was and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He cursed internally.
“A representative from the government is coming, actually,” Maria smirked, “I guess I was more believable than I thought.” She let out a small, cruel laugh as she opened the door to the room. Her mistake was leaving it unlocked when she left.
Arria blinked a few times and sunk back into the water with his hands over his face. Nononononononono…. There was no way out of this. He couldn’t leave the water without getting caught. He didn’t have a potion or shorts either. There was nothing he could do.
“Carter, there’s something you have to know.” Herla slowed his walking pace ever so slightly so he could walk next to him, fiddling with something in his short pocket.
“What?” Carter furrowed his brow, but kept his pace- stopping at every door to open it and check inside. His leg hurt from the strain he’d put on it the past day, but he needed to keep going. He didn’t know it, but they were only a few doors down from Arria’s room.
“You said that Arria made a deal, right? Well you have to break it,” Herla explained, “But… it’s going to cause a lot of emotional strain on Arria. But no matter he says or does, you have to stay with him.”
“Of course, I’ll always stay with Arria,” Carter told them, frowning at the part about emotional strain on Arria, but he kept going. No matter what, he’d get Arria out of this hellhole. He paused to open the next door, but as soon as he peered inside his heart stopped. “A-Arria?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, not quite believing it.
Arria sat up a little and looked over at the door, a small whimper escaping him, “Carter… you- you shouldn’t be here, you should be in hospital.” He looked at his feet, at his foot and let out a small sob. That’s my fault. It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it's my fault…
Carter enter the room as fast as he could- a fast as he could go on his d-mn crutches, and nearly threw them down as he crouched beside Arria and had his arms wrapped around his fiancé. “I missed you so much, Arria, I was so worried about you. I love you I love you I love you.”
Arria, despite his better judgement, wrapped his arms around Carter, "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault Carter, gosh I'm so so sorry…" He couldn't help but start crying. He felt extremely guilty for this and maybe he deserved this.
“This isn’t your fault at all,” Carter told him, hugging him tighter and running his hands through Arria’s hand. Gosh he missed him so much, and he needed to get him out of here- “We brought you a potion, we’re not to far from the coast, come on, we need to get out of here.”
“I-I can’t. Th-The deal, I can’t leave.” Arria stuttered, pulling back from Carter no matter how much he didn’t want too.
“No, remember last time? We can break it but we need Maria here.” Herla walked forwards.
“I can’t go find that dirtbag, if you’d like me to,” Elecia added in, folding her arms over her chest as she peered down the hall. Carter nodded to her, and then she disappeared, going to cause havoc and get Maria over here.
Arria’s breathing started to quicken and his heart started to beat faster as he shook his head, “N-No. I can’t- I don’t- I cant go through that again.” He said quietly.
“It’ll be okay, I promise I’ll be right here for you,” Carter told him, grabbing his hands and giving them a small reassuring squeeze, “We’re going to get you home, we’ll be safe.” Carter scooted as close as he could without getting in the pool next to Arria, trying to comfort Arria in every way that he could.
“Th-This is all my fault…” Arria whispered, wrapping his arms around Carter again and burying his face in the crook of his neck, guilt washing over him like a wave, “I’m so sorry…” A few more tears slipped even though he tried to hold them back.
Carter immediately had his arms around Arria again, holding him close and not wanting to let go, “It’s not your fault, it was never your fault. Arria, you have nothing to be sorry for, this doesn’t change a thing. I still love you more than anything, I still-“
“How on earth did YOU get in here?!?” A cruel voice shrieked, and Elecia scampered into the room shortly followed by Maria’s face, “What is going on?”
Arria visibly winced a the loud voice, his arms tightening around Carter for a few moments. Herla walked over to Carter and handed him what resembled a dagger made form a sharks tooth, “When you see the ribbon, cut straight through it.” He whispered.
“Out! I said I’d help you back on the boat, but that was before you broke into my building and tried to take my property back-“
“He isn’t your property,” Carter snarled back at Maria, holding Arria tightly and glanced at his wrist every few seconds as he watched for the ribbon.
Arria let out a small, faint whimper, curling into Carter with every passing second. It was after a few moments, did the ribbon appear, right after Mulir had muttered something under his breath. Arria closed his eyes tightly, the burning on his wrist paining him.