“Don't feel so down, if you had asked for my research normally, I would have told you to go to hell.” I laugh as pain lashes through my body, blood once more returning to my lips and with it the taste of iron. “If you feel so bad about it would you fetch me my walking stick..."Changed into oneshot since only has one real chapter and a prologue. May pick it up again later but after christmas I couldn't get back into the story.