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sirenspull_logs2012-08-22 12:49 am
beenwaitinglong) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-22 12:49 am
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My body is a cage
Who: Diego Armando and Bruce Banner
When: August 22nd, Wednesday evening
Where: The subway
Summary: Diego suffers an episode in public, but luckily the IncredibleHulDr. Banner is on the scene.
Warnings: None!
He didn't sleep well the night before. Granted, Diego never slept well enough to stop making his doctor nervous, usually around 4 hours a night-- 5 if he was feeling sassy. But that night, he couldn't chase away the lump in his chest that got tighter every time he looked over at Mia beside him.
Guilt. Worry. Regret. Fear. He'd lied to her for this long. He'd done exactly what he wanted to do, given her the impression that everything was just fine. He was a fighter, a man who'd suffered a few little setbacks in life but was strong enough to overcome them. He was still the same man she fell in love with, minus the color of his hair and his eyesight. That's who Diego Armando was, according to Mia.
He certainly was not a medical anomaly. A walking wreck kept alive by a steady diet of pills and treatments, more chemical than his own flesh and blood. A man so twisted and broken he'd thrown his entire life away for the sake of revenge, only recently to reclaim what was left of it, now trying desperately to act like it had never happened and-
"Next stop, Turner. The next stop is Turner."
Diego looked up abruptly, heart throbbing in his chest. For a moment he'd completely forgotten where he was. He'd spent most of the afternoon in a fog that only his harshest blends of coffee could cut through, but even those weren't doing so well anymore. He wearily took a sip from the travel thermos in his hand. There was so little left he had to tilt his head nearly all the way back.
He let it fall forward again and the dizziness got worse. God, he wished this damned visor could be turned off without taking it off his face. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and hope it went away. He returned to leaning against the glass divider beside his seat, resting his head against the cool surface in the hopes it would help. The train was far too hot, right up until he felt his hand go numb and his blood immediately went colder than ice water.
Not here. Not here, now, in front of all these people.
The train slowed down and the doors opened. People pushed their way onto the train while others stood up to leave. Diego stood up as well-- they were nowhere near his stop, but he couldn't sit here. He would head for a bathroom and lock himself in a stall until it was over.
"Watch it!" someone snapped from behind him, and shoved him in the shoulder. The attorney stumbled forward and to his waning conscious horror, felt his knees give out. He kept on falling.
Damn. That was about the last thought he had before he blacked out and the seizure took over.
When: August 22nd, Wednesday evening
Where: The subway
Summary: Diego suffers an episode in public, but luckily the Incredible
Warnings: None!
He didn't sleep well the night before. Granted, Diego never slept well enough to stop making his doctor nervous, usually around 4 hours a night-- 5 if he was feeling sassy. But that night, he couldn't chase away the lump in his chest that got tighter every time he looked over at Mia beside him.
Guilt. Worry. Regret. Fear. He'd lied to her for this long. He'd done exactly what he wanted to do, given her the impression that everything was just fine. He was a fighter, a man who'd suffered a few little setbacks in life but was strong enough to overcome them. He was still the same man she fell in love with, minus the color of his hair and his eyesight. That's who Diego Armando was, according to Mia.
He certainly was not a medical anomaly. A walking wreck kept alive by a steady diet of pills and treatments, more chemical than his own flesh and blood. A man so twisted and broken he'd thrown his entire life away for the sake of revenge, only recently to reclaim what was left of it, now trying desperately to act like it had never happened and-
"Next stop, Turner. The next stop is Turner."
Diego looked up abruptly, heart throbbing in his chest. For a moment he'd completely forgotten where he was. He'd spent most of the afternoon in a fog that only his harshest blends of coffee could cut through, but even those weren't doing so well anymore. He wearily took a sip from the travel thermos in his hand. There was so little left he had to tilt his head nearly all the way back.
He let it fall forward again and the dizziness got worse. God, he wished this damned visor could be turned off without taking it off his face. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and hope it went away. He returned to leaning against the glass divider beside his seat, resting his head against the cool surface in the hopes it would help. The train was far too hot, right up until he felt his hand go numb and his blood immediately went colder than ice water.
Not here. Not here, now, in front of all these people.
The train slowed down and the doors opened. People pushed their way onto the train while others stood up to leave. Diego stood up as well-- they were nowhere near his stop, but he couldn't sit here. He would head for a bathroom and lock himself in a stall until it was over.
"Watch it!" someone snapped from behind him, and shoved him in the shoulder. The attorney stumbled forward and to his waning conscious horror, felt his knees give out. He kept on falling.
Damn. That was about the last thought he had before he blacked out and the seizure took over.
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"I know someone who has the tech to virtually disassemble your visor without having to get inside it. We can talk about it over lunch."
As far as he was concerned, Eli could say yes and earn himself some brownie points. "If I get the schematics that way I should be able to tinker with a model without ever laying a finger on the real deal, but we can talk about that later."
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With another deep breath, he reached out for a handshake. "It's a plan, then. I'll call you sometime next week when I get my caseload scheduled out and know when I'm free. Thank you again. I really can't say it enough."
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He offered a half-smile again. "Besides, you did all the work, I just ordered people around."
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Bracing himself ont he back of the bench, he stood up on legs that were still a little shaky. "My stop's a few away from here. I'll catch the next train."