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Esther walked down the hallways, and let all kinds of destructive people out of their cells pointing them towards the back exit. They were a perfect distraction and didn't even known it. She walked back to the cell with Violet in it.

When she returned she realized he really couldn't walk and wasn't exaggerating his pain. She thought he would try to dig through all the pain, and all the anger and focus on living for just one damn second of his life. She thought that he would drag his handsome ass out of the damned cell to save himself. But she was wrong as she often was so she helped him. She gently reached over even when he flinched at the contact from her cool fingers, and wrapped an arm gently around his waist. She ignored his weak protests, and the smells rolling off of him in waves. She knew he couldn't really walk that well, and was carrying all his weight but still encouraged him to try. She practically dragged him out of the cell, through some hallways, and would gently dispose of him against the wall when she had to cut people into pieces. They eventually weaved their way through back to the entrance, and walked out the front door both people in one piece which couldn't be said for most of the guards. 

Violet fell unconscious, and she became concerned. She hurried him to the boat, and stash of supplies she had somehow managed to wedge between a couple of obnoxiously large, and sharp rocks. The guards really should've been more diligent in their duties, but she can't really complain considering that their ignorance was going to save an (at the time) seeming innocent man. She grabbed the purple eyed man, and gently hung him over her shoulder. She got the boat out eventually with him over her shoulder, and once the boat was out of it's hiding spot she dragged it out to sea. Violet being unconscious at this exact moment was a blessing. She had to clean off all the slime that had accumulated on him, and give him new clothes. She put him down, and dragged him to the surf. She tore off the scraps he had called clothes (except the tight pants she enjoyed those), and washed the grime off of him checking the extent of infections of his wounds. She deemed it beyond her very vast and helpful medical expertise. So she gathered his relatively clean form up, and plopped him back into the boat. She got into the crappy rowboat too, dried his unconscious form, patched up all his wounds to the best extend that she could, and cauterized a few of the wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding. His mouth needed specific medical attention that she had no idea how to find. Though she figured the Blondie (a.k.a. Boss-man) would dig around for someone who could help Violet, and pay them a hefty price for discretion. Besides that though everything was going quite fine she rowed the tiny rowboat until a pretty coral reef like area she had found by some rocks far off the mainland, and set off a flare signaling the bigger boat she had requested Blondie give her. While she waited she rolled her removed eye around in the palm of her hand slightly grinning at the fact that even though she had thrown Violet every-which-way he had still kept it tightly clutched in the palm of hand. 

The excessively large, ornately decorated boat then pulled up next to the tiny rowboat. Some ropes were thrown down, she properly attached the ropes to the rowboat, grumbled some about pompous asses and their need to have fancy (not to mention excessively large) things, and then they were hoisted up to the boats railing. Once they reached the railing of the large boat she scooped up Violet, ignored the catcalls she was given (after all she did have on no pants but with one flash of her empty eye-socket they piped down),scooped up a her half exposed counterpart, and brought him to her temporary lodging. She didn't want to leave him by himself (she knew the nightmares would be fierce, and thought he would appreciate a friendly face) so she tenderly tucked him into the bunk they had given her, wished him sweet dreams, draped some clothes for him over the bedpost, grabbed her pack of cigarettes, placed her eye on to the nightstand next to the bed and looked through the file that Blondie had provided about the Pretty One. Violet was one of her's now she was going to take care of him for as long as he was under her protection.

(Esther)
She knew he was awake the unintentionally loud shuffling of sheets gave him away. 

"I brought you here." She answered the unspoken question. "I also dressed your wounds the best I could which explains the lack of clothing. Now I'm no doctor, but your infections are bad." She interrupted herself, "I won't even get started on your mouth God only knows how the hell you have any of your teeth. Speaking of which eventually you're going to need someone to look at that properly. You have three choices me, Blondie, or Beth pick your poison Violet." She finally lifted her head in acknowledgement. She knew that not addressing him "properly" was pissing him off, and waited for an answer.  

"Addressing the first comment that spilled from your lips when someone is unconscious your first priority isn't exactly to find out what their name is Violet now is it?" She smugly replied happy that she had ruffled his feathers.

"Blonde is your last boyfriend while Beth is his most recent 'conquest' if you will." She of course used air quotations when she angrily spat out the word conquest she clearly didn't appreciate the fact that Blondie treated her like a possession, and not a person, "Conveniently for us she's absolutely terrified of me, and the only person I've been in contact with whom knows jack about injuries which quite frankly you have a lot of." She continued leaving Violet to finish off with the thought. He was smart, and she had faith in him.