Of Recoveries and Discoveries [[Turkey]]

[Lovino Vargas]

It was extremely dark when Lovino slowly began to gain consciousness. At first, as his sluggish brain attempted to make sense of the hazy sensations assaulting his mind, he thought it was because his eyes were closed, but after several long, strenuous moments of forcing two ton eyelids open and then blinking in fluttering moments as if they weighed nothing at all the Italian realized that the room he was in was just dark. Not so dark that his now-light sensitive green eyes couldn't see anything, but not so bright that he would be blinded as he would've been either staying in a hospital or at his stupid little brother's house.

But...Lovino didn't recognize wherever he was. The room was pretty plain, and small. Nothing like what Lovino would allow into his house, with its lack of any personal comfort or subtle designer flare that says "someone paid good money to make me look ordinary". This was just plain ordinary, and a bit itchy-- No, no. That was the patches of vibrantly angry red adorning his skin. "A-Argh...t-the fucking hell..?" he croaked, protesting muscles almost refusing to work correctly but eventually giving into Lovino's stubborn growls of "Fucking work, dammit!" Not that they didn't make him regret sitting up when his head started spinning and nausea roiled in his stomach. He managed to ignore that for a moment and stand up, but while his stomach and back muscles were willing to hold him up his legs certainly would not. So the foul-mouthed Italian found himself crashing to the floor on one side, swearing up a silent storm as his burning throat refused to vocalize his frustration.

Where the hell was he? And what the fuck had he done to end up here in the first place?

[Sadiq Adnan]

Turning off the facet, he placed the glass of water he just filled on the counter and looked out the window to see the setting sun highlighting the surrounding buildings. It had been a few days since he had brought Romano to his house to recover from his backlash and he hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer till the other woke up. He had sent his brother off to stay at one of his friend’s house for a while so they didn’t have to worry about him getting involved in everything. Picking up the glass of water he made his way to the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet. Looking around in it, he pulled out a rash cream for the bright red rash Romano had developed on his skin. Closing the door, he walked out of the room and started down the hallway towards his guestroom where he had placed Romano shortly after the incident in the club. Hearing a thump come from inside of the room he sighed, it seemed Romano was awake.

For once he was glad his flooring was made of the original stone, it kept from making noise when he walked. Opening the door, he walked over and placed the jar of cream on the bedside table before he walked over to Romano and kneeled down in front of the other so they we as close to eye to eye as they could get. Holding up the glass of water in between them both, he nodded. “Glad to see you awake, here's some water, I figured you’d be thirsty.” Looking away from Romano, it fell on the empty bed. He was sure that Romano was used to a higher quality of bedding and everything, he didn’t have that here. Most of the rooms in his house were rather plain. Not because he couldn’t afford to decorate how he would want to, but partly because he could. He didn’t want to show that he had more income than he was claiming. He also didn’t decorate how he wished due to it wasn’t necessary. He only bought the basics of the traditional quality.

“I suggest getting you back into bed for a while, your still not completely recovered.”