Sharaiya and Seraphim ( Medical Facility )

" ..Why is she still fighting for the Era of Hell? "

Sharaiya spoke coldly, slowly rolling herself onto her back to stare at the ceiling even though her words were directed to Seraphim, now a little closer to her but she didn't seem to care anymore, inside all the thoughts took over, something she always tried to hide.

" ..I'm sorry.. I'm just really worried about her.. I don't know what to do.. I'm here and she's at a real hospital.. "

She'd throw the blanket back over herself, covering her body and neck while she started to close her eyes, releasing a gentle sigh and remained silent, awaiting Seraphim's answer to her apology and her words, she also needed to rest and she finally knew that now.

This was all just a wreck... It just all felt wrong to Seraphim, and even she knew there was only so much she could do to help. It wasn't going to stop her from trying, but just how far was she going to push herself for this? Unable to answr Sharaiya's question, Seraphim was silent, a hand slowly drifting to her eyepatch to adjust it as a frown came to her once proud complection, letting out a long sigh.

"Don't apologize, it's cool... really." Trying to keep her calm and casual tone, Seraphim just went to play it off like none of this bothered her, as if the whole thing just went by and Seraphim remained uneffected. But the way Sharaiya sounded, that lack of hope in her words, it stung deep into Seraphim's chest, and she couldn't let it go.

Suddenly, Seraphim would reach her arms out as the two lied in bed, and without even asking, she went to give Sharaiya a hug, her arms snaking around the woman's waist to pull her in for a gentle exchange, hoping it would comfort her in some way. "We'll make sure she gets herself freed from them." Seraphim said softly, truly trying to find a way to make Sharaiya feel better about this, as her arms would only squeeze the tighter into a deeper hug. "As soon as possible, we'll go to talk to her, and then we'll even stop all of the Era of Hell to make sure no one ends up like your sister."

Sharaiya would blink slowly when Seraphim started to hug her close, staring up at her and started to grown, shaking her head against her and placed her forehead against Seraphim's chin, whispering at her.

" You don't have to. You Know.. You'd help me plenty if we can reach my sister.. I can do the rest myself.. "

She tried to sound brave, even though she personally saw it as stupid and reckless, draping one arm around Seraphim's waist to get a little comfortable, her eyes falling shut once more and started to rest against her.

" Still.. Thank you.. "

There was a warming sensation in Seraphim's chest when she knew she was helping Sharaiya feel comfortable and at ease. The woman had been suffering so much, and Seraphim could truly understand that feeling, knowing exactly what it must have been like for her. It was also making Seraphim realize something too; that they had a common enemy. From the beginning, Seraphim knew very little about this Era of Hell, but very quickly she had begun realizing how they were to vile to leave alone. She may have been a pretty cold-hearted person at times and brutal in the ring, but even Seraphim had standards, and she was even proving many times over to be a better person than she gave off, leading many to wonder why she was even a Heel in the first place. So now that she had made another friend who was suffering from the Era of Hell, Seraphim had begun making it a personal vendetta to fight against them with all she had.

"It's.. no trouble, really." Seraphim said softly, keeping herself close to Sharaiya, enjoying her company and having her warm body so close to her own. She would be lying if she said she didn't take a little pleasure from having her close, but Seraphim still knew she was more dedicated to another woman already, and just kept Sharaiya close like a friend. Her smile softened as she felt Sharaiya's hand around her waist, and she closed her own eye just a little, feeling tired all of the sudden. Maybe she should just rest here tonight? She could always give Tracy her trainin' tomorrow anyway...

"Mmm... I'll do what I can to help but... I think I wanna sleep here t'night.."

It wasn't long before Sharaiya started to feel sleepy and in due time her body went limp against Seraphim, their closeness and the feeling Sharaiya had, being safe and secure, finally led her to fall asleep rather then being stubborn. Her hand idly brushed over Seraphim's back while the warmth of the girl's body made it feel like a second blanket, off course she started to cuddle Seraphim in her sleep and hold tightly onto her. A soft mumble coming from her but it was too soft to be able to tell what she exactly said.

Even if Sharaiya was a rather rough and well thought fighter, and despite her style being sometimes fatal as the wounds upon Seraphim's neck could tell, with her body resting against her and the content expression upon her face, she was looking more innocent by the minute, her breathing becoming normal and snuggled even closer against Seraphim untill her head rested against the girl's chest.

" Mmmm... "

In no time, Seraphim had drifted asleep as well. It was strange how lately she had found herself falling asleep in the arms of another woman more than once since she was in this league, first being Phoebe, and now Sharaiya, but that still didn't change anything, as Seraphim kept herself dedicated. Either way, in the end, Seraphim found it to be a most comfortable sleep, and she didn't want to have it any other way. Everything else she had planned she would forget about, and now she could just let the world pass by for today as she took the time to rest and recover, finding comfort in her knew friend's arms, letting her body drape over her own as she was completely blissful in her own sleep.

Eventually, as hours passed, Seraphim stirred just a bit, slowly opening her crimson eye to realize where she was, letting out a soft, hot sigh when she felt something upon her breasts, then realizing it was Sharaiya's head lying gently upon her. Seraphim turned just a bit red at this, but smiled none the less as she gently tried to set her aside so Seraphim could move without waking her. The whole proccess took her a few minutes actually, being extremely careful to not awaken Sharaiya, and then she slid to the side of the bed, also being careful about removing the sheets.

It was time she left for now... but Seraphim first seeked out a paper and pencil so she could leave a note for Sharaiya, giving her also her phone number of her cell so they could stay in contact before she left.

Sharaiya,
I'm sorry for leaving so soon, but we'll meet again. Hopefully outside of the ring.
You have my number here at the bottom, so call me if anything goes wrong,
I'll do whatever I can to help you, that includes finding your sister. Okay? Please take
care, and I look forward to hearing from you some time in the future. Rest well,
and I'll see you around.
From Seraphim

Sharaiya shivvered not long after Seraphim had left, slowly opening her eyes and started to look at the other side of the bed, no trace of Seraphim, she then sat up to rub her eyes and looked around, Seraphim was already gone. With a frown Sharaiya slowly got out of the bed, taking a seat on the side of it and stared at the wall, then she noticed a piece of paper with something written on it and began to read it. This seemed rather perfect for Sharaiya, stumbling upon her feet when she tried to reach for her cellphone, flipping it open and pressed the digits from Seraphim's phone number in it, once again a frown was on her face when she could only get the voice mail, deciding to speak out in it none the less.

" Hey.. Seraphim. I hope this will take a while for you to hear.. I'm going to find my sister without you.. I know where she is.. And I'm going to get her, all I can say is that's I'm sorry.. I am happy that I met you though.. You're a great fr-- "

" Ah, so this is where the treacherous dog of the Era of Hell is at. It's time to pay the punishment for leaving, Sharaiya. "

" Huh--- "

Her message was immidiatly cut off as the connection through the voice mail was terminated.

Seraphim had left the clinic of the League, but she had never actually left home yet. Seraphim had to admit, the fight left her tired, but that was something that was easily cured with some rest; it was the dispicable pain in her neck that was driving her on edge. It would go away eventually, Seraphim was great at ignoring pain, but when you found it impossible to ignore every time you took a breath, it grew rather aggrivating. Still, at least she ended up winning the fight none the less, and ended up making a friend in the proccess. Sharaiya was... well, Seraphim wasn't sure where to place the girl. She was very beautiful, and certainly lived up to her reputation as a wolf, but Seraphim already had Phoebe, so there was no sense in letting her mind wander to something more. Even.. even if she did have a few lustful thoughts about the girl.

Seraphim was in the Gym at this point, lifting weights, but doing a lot less than she normally would to take it easy on her aching body, when suddenly her phone rang. It meant only a few things really when it rang since only a few people had her number, and that was either that Tracy was getting impatient, Alison was having trouble, she had been arranged for a match, Phoebe needed her, or... something else.

Then she listened to the message, at first just ignoring it since it was a number she didn't recognize. But after what she heard...

"Fuck!!!"

Never afraid to express herself through foul language, a few girls in the gym suddenly stared at her, as Seraphim rushed out of the gym, heading back to the clinic, hoping that was where Sharaiya was. She had no idea where else it could be, so she could only pray Sharaiya was there.
...And that she wasn't hurt.

There signs of unrest in the facility, a few nurses were running from the main hall the patients would usually gather to rest and eat but now it was completely empty except for two girls, one was Sharaiya, who was bleeding from the sides of her head and her bruises were renewed as she was defending herself from a purple haired girl, who was swift at sending kick after kick towards her head and ribs, Sharaiya managed to block most of them but one kick managed to hit her in the side of the face, making her down a spin and stumble backwards, the purple haired girl quickly followed and send another kick right against Sharaiya's lower back, which was still damaged and for once, Sharaiya screamed out in pain.

However.. The Russian was stubborn, too stubborn to let the pain control her, spinning her body to the side to get past the leg and right infront of her opponent's face, sending her clawed hand straight across her face, which created several wounds in the girl's face, she then send a second impaling strike into the girl's stomach to make her bend over, she was going to follow up with that momentum but the pain caught up with her adrenaline and rendered her frozen in place, her eyes closed tightly and had to stay still for several seconds, which was all the girl needed to recover and send a swift kick to Sharaiya's face to knock her onto her back.

There was no time! If Sharaiya was in trouble, Seraphim was going to be there in a heartbeat. After knowing she had connections with the Era of Hell, she knew if there was trouble, it was probably really bad. It reminded her of a gang, it was one thing to get into trouble with them, but to work for them and then leave; well, you might as well just be asking for them to place a gun against your head.

Running as fast as her legs could take her, Seraphim bolted down the halls and finally made it to the clinic, only to realize what was going on. She took no time at all to analyze the situation though, not even stopping her run as she had all that momentum from before to keep pushing her. All she knew was that Sharaiya was hurt, and this purple haired girl was the one doing it. So, not even stopping, Seraphim kept her run through the entire time, and dashed for the girl from behind, arms outstretched as she was ready to hit her with all she had. Not even yelling out a warning, hoping to catch this girl completely off guard, Seraphim leaned her whole body foward, attempting a powerful spear tackle to bring this girl down hard to the tiled flooring of the clinic's room.