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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!]
mama should have named him Filbert.
[Vague bandaged hand gesture.]
The Chain looks like a bird.
She did she just had a Glisp.
Do they have you on pain meds? Because I don't really remember those, but I remember those, you know? And you're definitely not making any sense.
...And I'm sorry for trying to pet your head.
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and then laughs sharply with a small snort under his breath. Smiling makes his face hurt, but there's no use in explaining any of this right now. Maybe someday he'll be able to show Yosuke just what Raven can do, then it'll all make sense, but for now he'd rather just talk about this Jello and go back to sleep.]
Hah, it's all right...just don't let it happen again.
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Hmm, you should try to heal quickly if you can. I'm supposed to bring you soggy bread for dinner, you know? Eugh.
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[Smile is gone. Ugh, his stomach doesn't like the sound of that.]
M-maybe I'll try that Jello after all. Or just not eat...
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[He holds the gelatine out again.]
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Thank you, Yosuke.
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...Unless you see one of those out in the Darkness. In that case, run.
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[Holy crap are there Jello monsters.]
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[A cat tried to eat him out there once. Anything can happen here apparently.]
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Never mind, I've lost my appetite completely...
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[Pudding is good!]
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[See? He remembered you're confused about ninja. Now you have to behave so he doesn't get arrested again!]
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[You're a bro, Yosuke.]
Actually...thanks for everything.
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It's no trouble, just try to get well as soon as you can.
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[He repeats, as though he can convince himself that that's all it is. Normal healing, nothing to fret over at all.]
I will.
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