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sirenspull_logs2012-10-17 06:29 pm
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-17 06:29 pm
this needs to stop happening
Who: Gilbert Nightray & whoever wants to visit
When: afternoon of the 17th
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Xigbar's creepy monster dog-thing messed him up good for his part in the newcomer hunt raid. He never saw it coming.
Warnings: slight spoilers for PH, mentions of blood and injury
Gil has been overcome by the darkness a few times in the last few years. For the most part, every time he's gotten out of the situation with scratches and bruises, a couple larger wounds, a bullet wound once. But this time had been different. This time the monster seemed far more interested in hurting him; in killing him. And it was quick enough to do damage while he floundered through attempting to use Raven and failing, miserably. The familiar pain in his left hand told him that he was putting too much strain on the Hatter and B Rabbit's seals, and he'd hesitated as he'd been struck.
Again. And again.
If he'd been conscious, he would have told whoever transported him to take him home. If the Core reacted the same way that it did last time, he'd be healed in no time. A day or two, and he wouldn't have to waste time away from his master in the meanwhile. But he stays asleep during the pick up, transport, and the initial check-in to the hospital. He doesn't wake until halfway through the day, several ribs shattered, a wrist and ankle broken, a concussion, bruises and cuts and gashes up his neck and across his chest and legs.
And every single one of those injuries is healing, slowly but surely, without anyone needing to lift a finger to help him.
Crap.
His eyes snap open at the sound of familiar, rhythmic beeping. That's all it takes for him to realize where he's ended up, the memory of this morning rushing back all at once. Crap, crap, crap! Not good!
He doesn't bother to check if anyone else is in the room first before throwing back the blanket and attempting to run as fast as his healing feet will take him, no matter how many wires and tubes are currently attached to him. Stop him, egg him on, catch the aftermath upon failure. He'll be here for a couple of days.
[ooc - have at it, visitors. also I'm still sick, so tags will probably continue to be slow, but I promise I'll get to them all! thank you for putting up with me!]
When: afternoon of the 17th
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Xigbar's creepy monster dog-thing messed him up good for his part in the newcomer hunt raid. He never saw it coming.
Warnings: slight spoilers for PH, mentions of blood and injury
Gil has been overcome by the darkness a few times in the last few years. For the most part, every time he's gotten out of the situation with scratches and bruises, a couple larger wounds, a bullet wound once. But this time had been different. This time the monster seemed far more interested in hurting him; in killing him. And it was quick enough to do damage while he floundered through attempting to use Raven and failing, miserably. The familiar pain in his left hand told him that he was putting too much strain on the Hatter and B Rabbit's seals, and he'd hesitated as he'd been struck.
Again. And again.
If he'd been conscious, he would have told whoever transported him to take him home. If the Core reacted the same way that it did last time, he'd be healed in no time. A day or two, and he wouldn't have to waste time away from his master in the meanwhile. But he stays asleep during the pick up, transport, and the initial check-in to the hospital. He doesn't wake until halfway through the day, several ribs shattered, a wrist and ankle broken, a concussion, bruises and cuts and gashes up his neck and across his chest and legs.
And every single one of those injuries is healing, slowly but surely, without anyone needing to lift a finger to help him.
Crap.
His eyes snap open at the sound of familiar, rhythmic beeping. That's all it takes for him to realize where he's ended up, the memory of this morning rushing back all at once. Crap, crap, crap! Not good!
He doesn't bother to check if anyone else is in the room first before throwing back the blanket and attempting to run as fast as his healing feet will take him, no matter how many wires and tubes are currently attached to him. Stop him, egg him on, catch the aftermath upon failure. He'll be here for a couple of days.
[ooc - have at it, visitors. also I'm still sick, so tags will probably continue to be slow, but I promise I'll get to them all! thank you for putting up with me!]
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To reassure him, he raises his arm, flexes his hand into a fist and slowly rotates his wrist. The wrist pops too, but nowhere near as loudly. The whole while he keeps his eyes on Oz's face, painfully touched by his concern.
"See? I'll be fine in no time."
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And anyway, ain't like it's Oz's fault at all that happened.
... Right.
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Though, even Gil has to admit, that no matter how much of his body will end up healing on its own, he was beaten within an inch of his life. Had it not been for the Core, he'd probably be dead right now. For a second, he might just have been...
The thought is enough to sober him into adding, "...But maybe I'll stay here another day...just in case."
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Oz plops back in his chair, contemplative. "Do you need anything from the house then? You should rest." And sadly, Oz knows Gil won't rest if Oz sticks around. He has that aggravating effect on the servant.
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But wait. RECORD SCRATCH. Something important has just occurred to him!
"My hat! Where's my hat?!"
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Gil's worried about his hat? At a time like this?
... "You left it in the car. Liam's washing it as we speak." Because, you know. There was blood all over it.
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"Remind me to thank him later..." he mumbles, sighing in relief. Thank goodness.
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"You can do that himself.' He stands up and pulls on Gil's hands. "Now c'mon, get your things and I'll talk to the doctor. You can sneak out behind me."
But beware. Those nurses are vicious. There's no telling what they'll do if they catch Gil up and about.