Christine looked towards the sky, the beauftiul sky matched the scenery, she listened to what Keefe was saying. It was her fault if she hadn't gone out at night nothing like this would have happened. Keefe was only just trying to make her feel better, which it did, a little. "you cant go back to your father, come back with me to the hotel we'll get you a room and the maids will help you". "please!" She looked at him with pleading eyes, she didnt want him to get hurt anymore.

Keefe tried to sigh heavily, but he failed miserably as pain shot through him again. With some sense restored, he tried not to move. At Christine's pleas he glanced up, his icy blue eyes full of pain. He thought about it for far longer than he should have. "If... if I don't go home this night, I don't know what my father will do. I may not be afraid of him, but if he hits me now, it'll be much much worse. I have a feeling if I don't go home he'll try to come and find me." He said quietly, his voice almost a hoarse whisper, glancing down at the ground. "But... I don't want to go home..." He mumbled, hanging his head for a moment before blowing out a breath. "I'll come. It'll be fine." Keefe shook his head sharply and pushed himself to his feet, hissing slightly with pain before starting the long walk.

Christine smiled and looked around making sure Keefe's father wasnt in sight. Keefe seemed to be bleeding a heap and looked to be in tons of pain. They needed to get down to the hotel right away. Wait maybe she should take him to the Hospital, terrible at making decisions she asked keefe. "You have deep wounds and your constantly bleeding I think we should take you to a hospital, your not gonna like it but we must".

She reached into her pockets a little uncomfortable, she wanted to aid him in walking but she'd never done it before, "couldnt hurt to ask".

"uhh.. Keefe need any help walking".

Keefe paused at the mention of a hospital. No. No no no no no. He couldn't do that. When he was younger, maybe only twelve, his father threw a fit of rage like never before, and he got seriously injured- to the point Cassius thought he might actually die. So Cassius had taken him to a hospital, and it had been weeks sitting in that smelly place and watching Cassius lie or bribe the people. Keefe shuddered at the thought. "It's not that bad. I don't need to go to a hospital. I'll just rest at the hotel, and things will ease up on their own. Hospitals can't do anything for broken ribs anyway, apart from pain meds, sooo..." He tightened his jaw as he focused on putting one foot in front of the other. At her question he shook his head slightly. "I walked all the way out here, I can walk back." Keefe offered a small smile before forging onward.

Christine smiled feeling a bit better, "my Aunt always told me I was such a drama queen". She slowly walked out and started the trek to town. Occasionaly she would look over her shoulder to check that Keefe was behind her. She paused to fiddle with a piece of hair that managed to escape her bun. Walking on they found the hotel and entered in. The receptionist was not eager to give a room to someone bleeding but finally gave in. Reaching into her pocket she felt for the keys and unlocked the door. "If you need any help I'm just down the hall, sing out"

Keefe walked all the way there, which wasn't very fun. As they went inside he paid for his room- yes he kinda just carried a wad of cash around everywhere, for one, but also like a bajaliion credit cards. He swore he would do stuff JUST to spend his father's money. As they went up to the room he grinned at Christine's words. "Haven't we gone over this? I'm a terrible singer." He joked, opening the door. "Thanks for sticking by me. I can be difficult sometimes." He smiled faintly before closing the door and going about not bleeding all over the carpet. Keefe got in the shower first, which was REALLY PAINFUL. But he was much cleaner and the blood was minimalized. He then treated the wounds that were left, pulled on clothing, and rejoiced over not having to hide from his father.

Christine woke up in a sweat, "another one of those nightmares" she grumbled. Reaching out to find something suitable to wear she picked out a tank top that read "paris" and baggy black jeans. Her hair was up in a messy bun and so she left it that way.

Reaching for the door handle she walked out from her room and down the stairs to the entrance. She thought about waking Keefe but decided he needed rest. She walked out from the hotel and instantly noticed Keefe's father, "oh no" hiding behind a wall she peeked out to see what he was up to. "he's trying to find Keefe" she said in a low voice. Slowly without being noticed she sneaked back into the hotel and ran up the stairs and towards Keefe's room. "Keefe, Keefe you awake?" She gently tapped the door.

Keefe slept soundly, although in a bit of pain throughout the night. He awoke to a quiet knock on the door, and really started awake, as he was worried it was his father. Well, more frightened. Keefe got out of bed slowly and walked over to the door, his hair tussled and his shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders, unbuttoned. When he opened the door his eyes widened and he closed his again, quickly buttoning up his shirt before opening it. "Sorry! What's wrong?" He could tell by the worried look on her face that something was up.

Christine didnt take any notice and barged through the door almost knocking Keefe over, "yo..your fathers outside this building" the words barely escaped her lips.

"do you have like a tracker or something on your phone? He's most likely tracking you".

"I'm so sorry where are my manners I shouldnt have invited myself in like that, plus I almost knocked you over there, oh and how are your wounds" She was speaking too fast. She was manic as usual. Looking down to the ground she breathed out slowly trying to calm herself down.

Keefe grimaced as he got pushed aside. He stepped back, folding his arms over his chest, his face growing with concern and a hint of fear as she continued. "If he put a tracker on my phone I swear..." His voice dropped into angry mumbling as he grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He knew his father, so he knew just how to check for a bug, and sure enough- "I hate him. I really really hate him." Keefe let out a small groan before turning to Christine as she spoke. "Don't apologize, you're fine, I'm fine, and you need to leave quickly. He's going to come up here; he'll know what room I'm in. I don't want him seeing you. I don't know how he'd react, so thank you for warning me but goodbye." He winced a little at how rude that sounded. He had to protect her though.