"Ah!" Amaria yelled in pain as someone's scream echo heavily from the concrete walls. The words to form it incoherent due to wall blockage... It sounded far away. Yet close enough to rip her ears off, or so it felt. She covered her ears and grit her teeth. Dam her gender and it's soprano pitch!
Alexander opened his mouth to fix said situation, rushing to her side before someone burst through the door.
She was out of breath once she reached the CEO's side, clutching her sides, and a bit doubled over. A flourish of red hair fell to obscure the identity of it's owner, but the mystery was soon solved as she rolled back to the state of the pencil stance, only to throw her arms around Amaria. The limbs were more bone then muscle, so the pain wasn't to terribly bad.
As the brunette stifled a groan, the red head pulled away, tears running down her beautiful face. Her cobalt blue eyes vibrant yet dull at the same time. Her cheekbones high, and skin covering them flushed. A soft curvy nose and lips soft and parted as she began muttering.
"...And I'm so sorry, Amaria!" Her hands were shaking, her left palm enclosed on something silver.
"What's that?" Amaria peered at her hand with a stony, exhausted expression, but upheld an animated speech pattern, in hopes to calm her closest friend down. "Wait, you were in the car that crashed us," she said, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.
Clarissa's tears continued to pour, and she slowly sat on the bed. Eyes no longer squinting, but wide with hurt and realization. "Yes. But I swear, I told him... T-To wait... It was a red light, I didn't know he had driven further!" She palmed her eye sockets. "Please believe me. I swear on The Demon." She then turned to Alec, surprisingly, with a look that might've set him aflame if she had possessed warlock blood, or origins. Amaria did, though... And she sensed the problem and whipped her head to look at the shinigami shifter with eyebrows shooting to her hairline.
"You were the driver of that car... Weren't you, Alec?" If possible, her face drained even more of color to the point of paper white. Not only had her kind betrayed her, but this member had acted as if everything was dandy between them. The funny thing was... She had never forgiven him before. So he was as good as gone to her anyway.
Clary sniffed, and looked back to her closest of freinds, and only family with eyes that were pleading. Yet, she remained silent... Instead, raising her hand, three fingers splayed as wide as they'll go.
That was quite a promise. And she had believed Clary since her first confession, and would continue as it was repeated in the following hours...
Someone by the door cleared their throat, and Amaria was the one to observe. Alexander nodded, a quick flash of his marks upon his shoulder before he disappeared from sight.
***
Alexander paced the hallway outside the door of Amaria's car crash accompaniment. Overall, he was worried the dragon blood would fall, leaving him to blame. He was the key medic in the shinigam dimension. And he hoped Amaria's plan worked.
A nurse exited the room, eliminating an occupant of the room, and opening a slot for him as he slicked silently in. The door shut with a promising click, and he turned to face the entirety of the hospital guest room. Nodding to the nurse upon seeing her expression of utter exhaustion. "Worry not, Marie. I'll take over."
Once she left, all that remained was himself, the patient, and his apparent visitor, which Alec payed little mind to. Instead, he rounded the bed, and adopted a look of indifference. Expression unyeilding. "Seike Adachi. Amaria has sent me to present gift with a message."
He placed the ring on Seiki's left leg softly before continuing with elaboration. "She gives you the gift of the fallen. A ring with marks of the shinigami carved in the band. Each assuring a different, yet loosely connected aspect." He briefed the explanation his instructor had given him, and upon finishing, launched the last part. "And for a close, she has told me to inform you that she will provide support in your company. It has become one of her favorites, and she is greatfull you took time to drive her, somewhat, home." The last part made his anger flair. His voice growing cold before returning to the calm, doctoring voice.
"Now. Docter Silian will be with you shortly." He turned a narrowed gaze to Seiki's visitor, frowning a bit. "And miss, do refrain from raising your voice. We have policies about that here." With that, he took his silent leave in a swirl of white and lemon green.