The trek back up the stairs was usually a normal and easy one, unfortunately the odds seemed to be against Hannah these past few days. First having to lug a particularly heavy man up the steps and now she was struggling to keep all of her bags on her arms without any of her groceries dropping. Clara had assisted her in getting her fix and even helped her pay for a few of the more pricey items, though she had to leave as it began to get a bit dark out and began to make her rounds again.
Though her posture was incredibly sagging and her bags were partly bumping against the stair steps, Hannah had a small bounce in her step. Her dark pupils were wide and she couldn't stop the smile that stretched across her face. These were only a few of the many effects that her precious fix granted her. Soon enough she'd begin to feel incredibly bubbly and energetic, wanting to everything and anything. Often she would use this new found energy to tidy up her apartment, write small poems on the desk in her room, treat herself to a good primping. Sometimes, she unfortunately couldn't wait for her fix and had to shoot up in the alleyways as she was on the clock. This often gave her a sudden rush of particularly promiscuous feelings and would advance her payment those nights.
Granted, she hated the feeling and even the thought of being touched by those despicable creatures who called themselves men. She often woke up the next morning feeling sick to her stomach and would force herself to throw up anything that resided in the confines of her small stomach.
"Almost...there..." She panted in a small, happy voice.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she immediately straightened out her back and began to giddily walk down the hall to her door, a small bounce in her step. Though her mind was clouded with the effects of the drugs, she still had a small buzzing in the back of her mind that was warning her to be cautious. Of course, the warning was thrown to the wind as she merely flopped against her front door, moving the plastic bags that dangled off her arms so she could fumble for her keys.
Rorschach, who had been silently waiting for the incredibly slow woman to come back to the apartment, stiffened as he heard the commotion outside. He had immediately gone into fight or flight mode before he heard the soft mutterings of a familiar voice. Amused, the man sat back and relaxed his tight muscles, no need for violence. At the moment, anyway.
Once she had finally been able to get the door unlocked, Hannah stumbled into the apartment rather clumsily. Her high pitched giggles made the man on the couch grit his teeth in annoyance, though he decided it best not to say anything. The woman continued her small laughing fit as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, sliding down until she sat on the floor. There she merely tilted her head back and closed her eyes, smiling in drunken bliss.
The mere sight of the painstakingly doped up harlot made Rorschach's stomach churn in disgust. Did she even realize what she had been doing to herself? How she was destroying her own fucking body? He was mentally screaming at her, demanding that she go and sober up in the other room, keep her filth away from him, even to take a goddamn shower while she was at it. But, he continued to remain silent, choosing to glare darkly at her as she muttered incoherently.
"So...sleepy..." She slurred, apparently the drugs were beginning to get the best of her as she lolled her head to the side.
Rorschach almost swore he saw some drool dripping down her chin, though that would be a little too much even for her. He was actually surprised when he heard her begin snoring lightly, eyes having dropped closed and her mouth falling slack. The whole scene made him sneer in disgust, did she honestly not have the energy to make it to her bedroom?
Shakily standing up and holding onto his side, Rorschach began slowly making his way over to the sleeping girl. He knelt down next her and frowned, studying her pale face. The black eye she was still wearing seemed to have lightened up a small bit from what he could see, though a few smaller discolored bruises were still stamped here and there along her face or neck. He shifted a bit, reaching out and clasping her shoulder, proceeding to shake her a bit too roughly than he had intended.
Hannah immediately yelped, eyes shooting open as she was rather rudely awoken from her little nap. She huffed and reached up to rub her good eye, grumbling under her breath. She glared at the masked man once she was done rubbing and wrinkled her nose.
"You...stink," She said blatantly, words slurred and tired sounding, "Don't touch me, stinky..."
Surprised by the bold words, Rorschach actually had to pause and blink in surprise. Though she was high out of her mind, she still managed to tick him off to no end. He mentally applauded her success of being a pain even in her drunken stupor. He shook his head and stood, holding back the wince that wanted to escape by sighing instead, hand clutching his side.
"Go to bed," He growled, moving to go back to the couch, "And I don't stink. You on the other hand..."
"Hey!" Hannah shot back, moving to stand up, wobbling as she moved closer to him, "I am perfectly clean!"
She began waving her arms in his direction, the long sleeves of her hoodie smacking his arm weakly. The man stared at her with mild amusement, curious as to what she was implying.
"Jerk! Jerk, jerky jerk!" She whined, "I don't stink! You do!"
The man's amusement was slowly turning into annoyance as he hung his head, cursing under his breath. He suddenly felt pressure on his shoulder and got ready to shove away the woman, having raised his opposing arm to help move her, but immediately froze. Her shoulders were shaking up and down, her head shaking back and forth as it was pressed into the fabric of his coat.
"I-I'm sorry..." She sobbed, "I-I...Y-you're not a jerk..."
Jesus Christ, was this woman a child? What drug did she take to make her so bipolar? Rorschach awkwardly cleared his throat, turning his head away from the woman. If she was going to wind up being high all the time then this was going to be an incredibly long stay. He carefully moved the arm that wasn't in a steel grip and used it to wrap haphazardly around the woman's shaking shoulders, squeezing her gently. He wasn't at all good with showing emotions, that was one of his downfalls. This was particularly off-putting since she was still crying. Wasn't she supposed to calm down now? God, where was Dan when he needed him?
As if on cue, the said man walked into the grungy apartment, tripping over the grocery bags on the floor. He regained his composer only to stare at the scene before him. Hannah was clinging to Rorschach's arm in what seemed to be a painful lock and Rorschach awkwardly side-hugging the crying woman, head turned away as if he was embarrassed or disgusted. Most likely the latter.
"What..." Dan began and Rorschach snapped his head over to look at the man, seeming to look immensely relieved.
"Take her," He immediately demanded, attempting to pry the woman off him.
Daniel smirked, holding back his laughter as he walked over and gently set a hand on the girl's shoulder. He didn't know why she was crying so hard, probably something upset her and she took it out on Rorschach, since he was the only one around. As she turned her head to glance up at him, he immediately tossed the idea out the window. Her pupils were huge. Well, shit. This would no doubt be a terribly hard situation to get out of, so he decided it best to just help out.
"Hey, hey," Dan gave a forced smile, "What's wrong?"
"I hurt his feelings!" She sobbed, fat tears dripping down her face, "I-I didn't mean to! Honest!"
Dan looked to Rorschach for confirmation, earning a shrug from the other man, "She said I smelled and thought she hurt my feelings when I defended myself."
This made her break out into a fresh wave of tears, sobbing heavily. Dan sighed and shook his head, carefully prying her off of his friend's arm.
"We have to get her under some water," He grumbled, helping her stand upright as she slouched against him, "Where's the bathroom?"
Rorschach nodded down the hall and Dan rolled his eyes, beginning to drag the drugged up woman down the hall. She gave a small hiccup of a sob as they entered the bathroom, the masked man switching on the light and Dan carefully setting her in the bathtub. He stood up and fixed his clothes, glancing back at the other man who stood in the doorway.
"What did she say, exactly?" He asked, mild curiousity shining in his eyes.
Rorschach was silent for a moment, "She said I stank."
Dan blinked before he busted out into laughter, doubling over. The other man tensed up, huffing in annoyance, it wasn't that funny. He grumbled and looked away, turning to leave but Dan grabbed his shoulder.
"Hold on, I'm sorry," He said, chuckling as he wiped a tear from his eye, "I need your help."
Rorschach sneered but nodded turning back to him, "Fine."
"Good," He smiled, "Now, I'm going to switch on the water...and you're going to have to hold her down."
The whole situation made Rorschach rather uncomfortable, what if she ended up drowning or suffocating? What if he got soaked? Either situation sounded incredibly unpleasant but he didn't want to let down Dan so he begrudgingly agreed to help. He went over to the tub, kneeling down and reaching over to hold onto the woman's shoulders firmly. She looked up to him with bleary, red eyes. She blinked sluggishly as she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She was probably hitting the top of her high from the way she seemed to have calmed down. He could only imagine how her fall would be like, thankfully Daniel was going to help speed up her sobering process.
"Here we go," Dan warned as he turned the cold water knob.
At first nothing happened, the woman merely sat there, when suddenly she began squirming. She yelped as cold water shot into her face, soaking into her ratty clothes, also managing to wash away any grime and dirt she happened to have on her. She began writhing, arching her back and kicking her legs. Rorschach held her down firmly, unfortunately having to lean into the water as he did, not risking her jumping out. He had his body tilted at an angle so water would still hit her face instead of just plowing into his back, thus making him almost fall into the tub. Daniel was doing his best to keep her feet and legs still but was having a hard time, trying to avoid getting smacked in the face.
"Let me go! Stop!" Hannah shrieked, violently shaking from the sudden shock of cold water and the beginning stages of falling from her high, "You're killing me!"
She continued screaming, trying to wiggle out of the men's grasps. Rorschach grunted, growling out curses every time she managed to get an arm free, though he immediately would pin it down again. Daniel hissed out a curse when she clipped his hand, drawing back for a split second to check his injury before slamming his palms down against her ankles. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and down onto the floor, drenching the small rug by the sink.
"Calm down!" Daniel shouted, struggling to keep himself at least partially dry, "You're making this worse for yourself!"
"Please, please, please!" The woman begged, sobbing as she reached the second step of her sobering up, "It hurts!"
"Just keep still!"
This continued on for what seemed like forever until Hannah eventually began to calm down, though she yelped every now and then, begging the men to stop or to let her go. When Dan thought she was sober enough, he carefully let her go. When she didn't move to kick him or thrash around he turned off the water. She shivered here and there, soaked to the bone in freezing water. She swallowed shakily as she looked up at the ceiling, muttering out a string of apologies and curses under her breath. Rorschach, feeling ehr calmed down enough, slowly got off her and sat back on the floor. He felt fifty pounds heavier thanks to his wet trench coat, even the top half of his pants managed to get wet. Thankfully his shoes were relatively dry.
Daniel, on the other hand, was soaked completely, besides his shoes and ankles, even his neatly combed hair was now dripping and sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. All three of the bathroom residents shook from the cold, doing their bests not to look at each other. The tense atmosphere seemed to have doubled, especially when Hannah slowly sat up, her large hoodie dripping from excess water, hair wild and sticking to her face. Dirty water ran down the drain with every small moved she made and she eventually decided to sit in a ball position, knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs.
The two men stood up, careful not to slip on the wet floor and looked at themselves in mild discomfort. Daniel, noting how damp his clothes were, decided he'd be the adult of this situation and dry his clothes and make the small group something to eat. Though Hannah would need more fluids instead of solids, but she still would need something in her stomach. Rorschach as well, who knew when the last time he had something to eat was.
"Stay here with her," Dan said to his friend, looking back to Hannah with a stern expression, "Where is the dryer? If you have one that is..."
She was silent for a moment, not looking at either of them as she stared at her knees, "Kitchen...in the back."
Daniel nodded, giving a relieved sigh before he turned and left the room. He trusted his friend enough to leave him with someone like Hannah, he just hoped he wouldn't say anything to make her unhappy or sick. Right now she needed to settle on calming down and reveling in the fact that what she did was fucked up.
For now, Dan needed to get dried off and start on picking this place up, even a little bit. It was the least he could do after all...she was taking care of his best friend. Sort of.