Talra looked up from him to the Sword member standing over her. "He's wounded, sir. We must get him to the infirmary immediately before..."
She was quickly interupted by his grunt of displeasure. "You do realize this man is of darkness, do you not? We do not help their kind nor do we show such concern.
"It is not concern, sir, but thoughtfullness." She tried thinking as way to secretly save him while fooling her comrades and superiors. "We seek to publicly execute those that do not comply with the new law of light, am I wrong...? Just leaving this man to die would only satisfy him. It's not helping him but to break him. When he is fully healed and awake to witness his death at the hands of Sword, do we then prove to anyone even thinking of betraying light."
This he seemed to consider it. "Alright... He's your responsibility then, but be careful. I can see he's a dangerous one..."
With that they carried the man all the way back to headquarters, a large mansion with what looked to be a school behind it and a fenced in football field. Then she found out to have a broken rib from the crush to the truck. It wasn't much except she needed to see the doctor as well. Talra exlpained her failed mission of the monster at the beach but was able to take out a closer one while capturing a man of darkness. They were baffled by all of this knowing nothing of what really happened, just as she wanted. They didn't further question and took Sin, as well as Talra, in the infirmary. He was was patched with twenty three stitches in one leg and thirty on the other. Then they extinsively helped Talra.
The next day, in the infirmary they set a bared cage around Sin's bed with two first division guards at the door. Talra was able to convince them to leave her alone with him cleaning him and taking most of his clothing off to clean and help his breathing. She didn't dare go so far as the underpants for fear of him waking. With a damp sponge she swept over his chest. "I'm sorry... I had hoped to meet you again but not like this right after parting..."