damned_institute | Nightshift 36: M31-40

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Nightshift 36: M31-40

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Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.

Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...

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ZEX stared at the number on the door. This was the right place... this was where he'd wanted to go. That heavy, apprehensive feeling hadn't left him, which he found somewhat frustrating. It didn't suit him to balk in the face of conflict, no matter the consequences. Although, this was a different kind of battle than the kind he was used to waging...

His human body wasn't making this any easier for him, slow to respond and reluctant to move and shivering, and he rested his forehead against the door to keep standing. He tried to sort out his thoughts, plan what he was going to say. Cold and tired and heavy.

ZEX took a deep breath and lifted his head. He tapped his light against the door. "Captain? Are you there? It's..."

A pause, as terrible as it was, and he struggled to keep his voice even. "Please, let me in."

Zelnick looked up from his notebook at ZEX's voice. Ah, there he was, sounding... really not good at all.

"Of course I'm here," he said, loud enough for ZEX to hear him clearly, before murmuring a brief explanation to Kenren and his friend, "One of my allies." It took him only a moment to get up off the bed and open the door for ZEX. "You okay? You don't sound so good."

MOMO winced but nodded as Kenren explained what he needed. The description alone, while unpleasant, didn't sound too bad, but since he had been given a sling she assumed this wouldn't be a 'looks worse than it is' situation. She'd worked on worse than an injured arm though, so hopefully the healing wouldn't be too tiring.

"Alright, that shouldn't be any problem," she replied with a smile. She was ready to get started, but then someone spoke from the hallway and Kenren's roommate went to answer the door.

Glancing back and forth between Kenren and the other man, MOMO finally settled her gaze on Kenren. It likely wasn't any of her business, and they had their own things to take care of tonight, but she found it difficult to ignore someone who sounded like the person knocking had. "I... I'll need your hand, please."

He was relieved that MOMO seemed to think that it was treatable. He wouldn't admit it, but he had felt a certain amount of concern that maybe his arm would be useless completely. He needed to be able to protect people and help them. Having a ruined arm would have been intolerable.

He turned sharply when he heard the knock at the door, frowning at the near distraught tone of the new person's voice. He sounded pretty bad. "Get him in here," he murmured to Zelnick. "He sounds like he needs it." Once again he curse Martin Landel for what he was doing to the people here, and looked forward to the day when he could be defeated utterly. it would be more than satisfying.

He turned back to MOMO and nodded, holding out his hand towards her. "Okay?"

When his human opened the door, ZEX stared at him and he could remember him so clearly as he saw him through the viewscreen of his ship, wearing the simple red of a human Captain. That had to be real... it had to be.

At his human's question, ZEX would have shaken his head if he understood the gesture, and instead he shivered and looked down. Both his eyes were open. He opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, then reached out and hugged him as tightly as he could. If nothing else, maybe his warmth would stop his trembling.

"I..." ZEX said softly by his ear, then realized there were other people in the room. He blinked at them, confused, but didn't loosen his deathgrip on his Captain. He couldn't afford to let him go.

"I didn't know there'd be others here," ZEX said, his voice weak.

ZEX really did sound like he needed it, and moreover looked like he needed it. And if that wasn't a giveaway enough, the nearly-painful cling was a pretty good sign of something was wrong.

... Okay, so maybe ZEX didn't need to be distressed to try and cling to Zelnick, but it seemed like more of a "hold me, I must angst on you" sort of hug than a "hold me, so my hands are in a convenient location to feel you up" hug.

"Yeah. This is Kenren, my roommate, and... Momo, right?" He was petty sure that was the name Kenren had greeted her by. "She's fixing up one of his injuries before they go out." Gently, he wrapped one arm around ZEX's shoulder and pulled him into the room, kicking the door closed. "Admiral, what's wrong?"

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487746.html?thread=40282690#t40282690)]

Kenren's roommate and his guest had moved to the other side of the room. Despite not knowing either of them, MOMO sincerely hoped they were both all right, but she had to remind herself to keep her mind on her work. She couldn't afford to let herself get distracted if she hoped to cast a successful Ether spell, so she forced herself to keep her attention on Kenren.

"Sorry, but I have to be in contact with the person I'm trying to heal," she explained, offering an apologetic smile. "Most people seem more comfortable with offering their hand, so that's what I tend to ask for." Not to mention, people didn't tend to injure their hands that often (at least, not the people she'd met and/or healed) so it was one of the more logical choices.

Taking hold of his hand, the realian took a deep breath. "This place prevents me from monitoring the progress myself, so I'll need you to tell me when to stop, okay?" That said, she closed her eyes and began casting her Medica spell.

"That's fine," Kenren replied, giving the girl a reassuring smile when she took his hand. "If that's what it needs, that's what it needs. I was just curious." He was grateful to be getting healed at all in the first place, so he wasn't exactly going to quibble over the details of it. And his hand wasn't injured so it wasn't like it was a hardship either.

He nodded seriously in response to MOMO's order to him. "I'll tell you, sure," he agreed, hoping that he'd be able to realise when enough was enough. He might be better off watching her face to see if she turned pale or looked like she was going to pass out or something, because he didn't want to leave her incapacitated.

He felt an odd itchy feeling in his arm, pushing away the pain that had been a throbbing ache through the entire day, and realised that that must be the spell working. Either that or something had gone horribly wrong and his arm was going to fall off. It was a weird feeling, itchy and not quite achy, but just the feeling of something happening that wasn't by rights meant to be felt. He twisted slightly to see his arm, watching the wound seem to knit together and fill out and fuck, it was weird seeing your flesh heal at an accelerated rate!

"Stop," he said as soon as the wound seemed better, as soon as he felt the pain recede and the the wound close enough for his arm to be usable without risking damaging it permanently. He smiled at MOMO warmly. "That's plenty." The hospital would take care of the rest.

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