(I won't do this part because HEE rules don't allow it(It's quite gruesome and violent), I can skip to when he gets out of the room :))

-X-

Adrien stumbled out of the room, breathing hard and shivering. Well, maybe he was shaking. Who knew? Adrien stood to his full height, wrapping one of his arms over his chest and wrapping it around his torso. He had new bruises lining his bare arms and most of his upper torso. He had tear tracks down his face, and his mask was back in lock mode. Which covered most of the tear tracks. He tried to take a step forward, but he couldn't manage it, he just stood there, frozen in the middle of the hallway again. He kept his headset in his pocket of his sweats, which were hanging low on his hips. He took a shuddering breath and tried to push any and all thoughts away, his eyes were shining from tears and he wanted to cry again. But he wasn't going to. He couldn't. No... he was fine. It was fine. Everything was fine. But he couldn't even force himself to believe those lies.

Sounds good!))

Lynx waited... and waited... he could only hear so much, but what he did hear was... terrible. He was frozen in slight shock by the time his Agent emerged, all but crying and trembling, from the hell room behind him. He could only imagine what he had done to warrant this kind of treatment. So he stayed silent for a moment, figuring he would wait for him to pass, but even he wasn't so heartless as that. He cleared his throat softly, again trying not to startle the distraught human being in front of him. "Do you want help getting back to your room?" He offered quietly, taking a half step out of the shadows.

-X-

Adrien full on jolted away from him, staring at him with shining, tearful eyes, that also dawned fear in them. He was breathing hard, trying to squash his emotions down so far they would never be seen again. But that didn't work too well. He looked away from Nikolai, not wanting to look him in the eye. His sweats were still hanging low on his body, his shirt was nowhere to be found, and his body was littered with bruises. it looked like he had been well overmanhandled.

Lynx raised his hands, palm up, at his Agent as he jolted- he was remarkably like a wild animal. He walked forward slowly, still staying a couple feet away and looking over the gashes, cuts, and bruises littering the bare top half of his chest. He simply watched him for a moment, then stared distinctly ahead, since he didn't seem to want attention. "I don't have to look. I can walk with you, though." He said quietly, letting his fingers drum against the sides of his thighs.

-X-

Adrien stayed staring at him for a moment before shaking his head quickly and securing his mask further. Adrien shook his head quickly again and just- tried to get to his room as quickly as he could. But with the injuries still on his leg's, he couldn't do that. He stumbled into his room and almost fell over, breathing hard, eyes shining with tears, he slammed the door. Adrien quickly took off the sweats and threw them away. He never wanted to see them again. He grabbed different sweats and the only white, long-sleeved shirt, he got dressed and climbed into the bed. He just curled up, body shaking, tears watering, and mind replaying the events of that... He could barely think. Hell, he could barely breathe. Adrien just curled further into himself, mask still locked, headset still shoved somewhere in his room, and body reduced to a shaking, silent, sobbing mess. This hadn't happened in... years. It had never gotten to this height, but here he was... he hated that he was crying about it... he was fine... it was fine...

Lynx looked uncomfortable for perhaps the first time in years as his Agent shook his head. That was okay. He knew where he wasn't wanted. He nodded. "Okay." He said simply, slinking back into the shadows with a slow exhale. So much for trying to help. He followed silently, a good ways away, as the Agent went back- just to ensure he got to his room alright. When he did, Lynx kept in mind where the room was before slinking back to his own.

-X-

Adrien didn't sleep, and he barely breathed. He kept crying though, the events replaying in his mind made him shiver. He was supposed to be emotionless, he was supposed to just... go with it. So why was he crying? Was it because it was the first time that had ever happened? Or... was it something else? He buried his head further into the blanket he had and choked out a small sob. He had to stop... he was fine. He would be fine by the morning...

Lynx had a hard time sleeping. The screaming, the sobbing, the pleas- they wouldnt leave his mind any time soon. He could deal with his own pain, but others? That was a totally different beast. So the night was a mass of tossing and turning, or simply staring at the ceiling. He tried not to be affected. Tried very hard, in fact. That didn't mean it worked.

-X-

The next morning, Adrien made sure his mask was secure, which covered his eye bags and tear-stained cheeks. And put on the rest of the suit, headset and all.

He was told, so he did. He slipped from his room, dawning his suit now. He looked down the hall, toward the detective's room. His hands began shaky and he tried to steady them as he began his walk. His stomach churned, and he felt overall sick. But the mask did a pretty good job at hiding it.

Lynx jolted at the noise that came through his earpiece, frowning and burying his head in his hands. He hated feeling powerless like this- he was powerless, technically, but it still felt terrible. He curled up slightly under his blanket, blowing out a quiet breath.