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In a Hospital In Spain Somewhere...
Dolemeck was being admitted for some nasty gashes to his face. if that were not enough, holding on to Precieuse had burnt his hand even more, as well as most of his left arm. The magical properties of Precieuse was pretty strong... and it was better that Dolemeck was the one to handle the blade instead of Derek.

After he was stitched, bandaged, and doped up on pain killers, Dolemeck just slept in his bed. He had been completely silent since arriving, and had not said anything to Derek in hours. He had nothing to say, he just felt so... empty. Enough that he took so much damage and did not give a damn.

Yes, part of taking damage like this was to protect Derek, but another part just did not care if he lived or died. Everyone he loved was lost to time, and without knowing the truth. And as much as Derek told him to live in the here and now, he could not stop thinking about all that he was robbed of.