"Oh geez!" Evan exclaimed.

"Dad! Mom!" he then called out.

"I'm on my way!" they both heard Lindsay say from upstairs.

"Blair, I'll call my uncle Rene as well!" Evan then told Blair. "He's a doctor, he'll be able to help!" he said further.

"Or you can fetch the first aid kit and we can do some emergency care first." Lindsay commented, having arrived at the entranceway to the den.

"...right!" Evan exclaimed as he rushed out of the room.

"Now you can gather your thoughts a little more easily." Lindsay said to Blair. "Without my panicky son making all that noise."

Lindsay sighed as well.

"Odds are he wasn't thinking straight." he responded as he got closer.

"To be fair to him, he's been quite distraught since the news of your moving away came in." he then told Blair.

"Regardless, I-" he started to say, before Evan returned with the first aid kit.

"Here!" he told Lindsay. "Be right back, need to grab something else!" he then quickly said, before dashing out of the room again.

"........mm." Lindsay mumbled.

"Anyway, I'm going to perform some immediate medical treatment on your more grievous wounds." he told Blair.

"While I do, mind explaining what happened to you?" he asked. "Which is to say, what you feel comfortable telling me." he then added.

"....." Lindsay was silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"We'll have to get you back on your supplements." he said. "Your voice is definitely higher-pitched than last we saw you." he replied as he continued to tend to the wounds.

"As for almost killing him, it's amazing you had that restraint." he went on.

"Though, how DID you escape?" he then asked him.

"I find it hard to believe your father would drop his guard for no reason."

"........." Lindsay was silent as Blair said what he did, and gestured to the griffin.

As soon as he did, the little griffin flew up from his shoulder, flapping its wings and soaring around them.

"...this confirms a lot of suspicions." he mumbled.

"We'll need to get the police to his location." he told Blair.

"Get him arrested ASAP." he said further.

He then sighed, as he finished tending to most of the wounds.

"That should do it." he told him, as Evan came back with a handful of clothing.

"I brought a change of clothes that should work for Blair." he said.

"...you look weird in a dress." he told Blair. "I don't like it." he admitted.

Evan blushed a little and smiled when Blair called him a 'doll'.

"Eh-heh." he chuckled.

"Th-thanks." he said.

"Anyway." Lindsay interjected.

"Blair, I'm sure you're hungry." he said to Blair.

"Evan and I will make up something to eat and bring it here." he told him. "It'll give you time to change into those clothes." he then added.

"I can tell." Evan replied.

"You look a lot skinnier." he said.

"ANYWAY, come on." Lindsay said further, literally picking Evan up by his collar.

"Evan will be back with food." he told him.

The two of them then left, leaving Blair to get changed.

Lindsay looked back towards Blair, and raised an eyebrow.

"I said we'd be back." he told him.

"Anyway, the trash is over there." he said further, gesturing to a window. "We have a small dumpster out there for non-food waste." he explained.

"Feel free to drop it in there." he finished.

"We're almost done the food." Evan then said to him.

"I will call her as soon as I'm done here." Lindsay responded.

"Leave her a message to call me back as soon as possible, regardless of the hour." he said further.

"But... I wonder something..." he went on.

"Wonder what?" Evan asked.

"Was your mother scared of your father?" Lindsay asked Blair. "Has he threatened her in the past?" he asked further.

"When she essentially told me you had been kidnapped, she said it in such a way that it could have been easily seen as code." he muttered.

Lindsay shook his head.

"It's not your life any longer." he said.

"We'll make sure of that." he told him.

"Anyway, here." he went on, taking a tray of sandwiches, desserts, and soup, and setting it down on the table. He then went to the fridge and grabbed a 2L bottle of pop, setting it down on the table as well.

"Eat your fill." he told Blair.

"I'm going to call your mother." he finished, leaving the room.

"....no, I don't." Evan admitted.

"I can only imagine how bad it was." he said.

"I'm... just glad you're okay." he went on.

"And I still think my uncle Rene should take a look at you." he continued.

"You look really hurt." he continued.

"...makes me wanna kill that bastard." he then hissed, referring to Blair's father.