He gripped the fabric tightly with his mouth and pulled the body into the closest room there was, closing the door with a nudge of his head before he returned to his human form. Bent down into a squat, Rian let out a groan as the pain from the wound shot through him. His hand ran under the small hole, blood slowly dripping along his skin, as his eyes shifted to the desk in the corner of the room.
He padded against the cool floor as he crossed the room, his bloody hand pushing around inside the drawer until he grabbed a pair of pliers. Scanning the room, his gaze found the first aid box positioned against the wall. Heading for that, he opened it, digging around inside until he unearthed some bandages, rubbing alcohol, and tape. He knew nothing about medical procedures, but he knew he needed to get this bullet out of him if he wanted to get them all out safely.
If he wanted to return to Lexi and ensure that the club would be safe, he had to be able to heal. He wouldn't heal with the bullet still lodged inside of him. He glanced back to the man knocked out in the center of the room, before he stepped over him and leaned against the door. This was going to suck.
Rian took a deep breath as he poured alcohol over the pliers, then tilted the bottle over his wound. His eyes closed as he banged his head against the door, a deep groan of pain torn from his throat. Damn, that burned! He lowered the bottle to the floor, his eyes lifted to check on the man out cold once more before he shoved the pliers into the open wound.
He fought the scream that built inside him, his jaw tightened, his hands twisting until he felt the tip of the tool hit against the bullet. With a slight opening of the arms, Rian let out a loud grunt of pain, one he knew anyone close by would have heard. He had to hurry, he needed to get this out and get himself tapped up before he was found.
With a low groan of pain, he pulled his hand back, the pliers shifting free from his body with the small bullet secure between the tips. His head fell back once more against the door with a sigh as he lowered his arm. He wanted to sleep, to allow himself the time he needed to heal.
His body had been through more in a single night than he had put it through for years. It took a lot out of him to shift, even more so to use his powers outside of a shift. Then to be wounded on top of it, he was ready to get home. Rian glanced up to the clock on the wall, ten minutes before one.
After pressing a bandage to the now open wound, he stood up slowly with a low growl of pain. Glancing towards the unconscious man again, his lips twitched in a small smile. That would do. Minutes later, he left the room, dressed in the male's clothes. He kept his hand pressed against his side as he made his way down the hallway, focusing intently for the smallest sign that someone was coming near so he could prepare himself. With one foot in front of the other, he slowly made his way down to the next level.
He was close, the exit just around a corner when he came to a stop. Moving back where he had just been, he spotted the placard on the door that had caught his attention as he'd passed it. It was Billingsworth's office, his name emblazoned in gold and black across the glass panes at the top of the door. Without a second thought, Rian made his way inside, his attention falling to the files and papers left scattered haphazardly across the top of the desk. They'd been rifled through, not just left here at the end of a work day.
It was clear Charlie had gone through things just before he joined Rian in the hall. Did he find anything? Rian remained still, his mind filled with questions as he wondered if he should take the time to search for answers that might not be there for himself, instead of pinning all his hopes on one person he didn't actually know very well.
Did he risk getting caught and thrown back in a cell, not just for the escape and previous murder this time, but for the attacks on the brewery workers now? Maybe Charlie found something that could clear his name? He didn’t need to risk anything more. Rian had always had trouble trusting anyone outside the club, Lexi being the only other person in his life that had proved she deserved it. Could he trust Charlie? Would this man’s love for Rian’s girl cloud his reasons for helping set him free?
He glanced back to the clock on the wall, now reading three minutes till one. He knew he couldn’t be late, they'd agreed they'd leave at one fifteen… with or without the proof. If they had Lexi safe, that was all either cared about. Rian turned from the desk and moved from the room, down the long hallway he had come in from. He stepped over the man on the landing, heading down the stairs with a grunt of pain as taking the steps put more pressure on his injury.
He hurried across the lot, ducking into the bushes before he crawled under the fence. His movements were swift, regardless of the pain that wracked him. He would get back to Lexi, even if shortly after, he was hauled back into police custody.
“I said we aren’t leaving without him!” Lexi’s elevated voice echoed in the distance, which caused a slight grin
