"Fun" in the Infirmary
~Blackdagger~
** James hardly felt the pressure, the prick and the sting of
needles pressing into his flesh, re-stiching his wounds, for a
third time. They sewed him once again, carefully, almost seeming
with a mother's touch. Though that would not account for much
seeing as his mucles and body was near numb, still, days after
the encounter. He hadn't moved an inch from his own will since
they transported him to the bed in France. He didn't even bother
to open his eyes to the blaring lights when J.X. interviewed him
about the encounter. The only thought he was think was of his
dulled pain, and other thoughts so deep he dared not even to
think. Feeling the cold sterile sheets press against his large
frame wasn't comfprt. It wasn't his ideal of spending recovery
time. But he was odered to stay put. . . until J.X. could
interview him again. Finally for the first time he creased open
his pale blue eyes to the white ceiling, and lights preceding it.
He noted the Med's had left, and having no concept of time, he
couldn't tell if it was minutes or hours ago. He just knew no one
was in the room. The usual fear melded with stings of failure,
which accompanied the room after fights was absent. Instead a
small feeling of statisfaction, he hid beneath the numbness. He
didn't fail, no he actually had suceeded. **
~Pirahna~
*she sighs in resignition as she approaches the doors to the
medical ward...this is definatley not an assignment she wanted,
however she got it assigned to her....in a memo of all
things...no one even had the guts to face her to say that she had
been taken out of the comp labs...they wanted her to work down
here "where her powers would assist in motivating some of
the male patients"...what she did to deserve this assignment
she had no idea, but as soon as Pole or Scratch came back she was
going to straighten it out.....she was pretty sure it was one of
the higher females...maybe Dayre...with a disgruntled sigh she
pushes open the door, her gaze almost coldly sweeping the
monitors leading to the patients rooms....she could care less
about them....but it was her job...and she had yet to actually
turn one down.....she somehow doubted she ever would.....She
grabs one of the nearby charts, barely scanning over the writing
on it. merely grabbing the first name and the room number off of
it...then she turns and heads down the hallway and pushes open
the corresponding door of her first patient.......* Bonjour. *The
melodic words leaving her lips in almost a whisper as her gaze
sweeps towards the as yet unidentified patient laying on the bed*
** He felt weak, his body had less than a human's healing element left. Due to the toxins and due to the medication they injected him. He seemed to bleed and bleed, and scar. Which would all be fixed when he was in prime condition. His ribs had been surgically stitched until his powers kicked back in, and his skin blue and black in places where the sticks pierced, and his 'rival' made good contact. His senses were dulled, or he would have heard Rika approaching his room, and shut his eyes, in fact he only knew she was there until she spoke. He flicked his eyes towards the door, looking past the I.V.s that hung between himself and Rika, to only then allow a slight groan before closing his eyes once again. He kept them shut, breathing as shallowly as he could. Of all things to place in a dying man's room, the most desirable woman in the base aside from Tytan was NOT a good idea. He then layed perfectly still, hoping whatever wounds Yvette left on him would mar him enough she wouldn't notice. But aside from the brusises on his face, there was nothing to hide his features, or his silken long blone hair. **
* A slight gasp escapes her lips as she at first recognizes the sweep of blonde hair then takes in the other features, a smile crossing her lips* James? *she glances once more at the chart this time truly taking in the writing upon it before glancing back up at you* I had heard that you... * she drops the sentence and steps forward, looking over your scarred battered body...even in this state it was admirable, and somehow the scarring lent it a distinction* Its nice to see you are back *She reaches forward, brushing some of the hair off your face*
** He tried to keep his eyes shut, his heart from beating even. Playing opposum to the base's resident lady of the night. He ignored his name and the statment that followed it. His body was still in prime condition, discolored, and half exposed from the sheet. Almost tempted to pull the sheet upwards, and the blanket at his feet, to roll over, regardless of what I.V.'s might fall out. Instead he remained still, only blinking his eyes open in suprise as he felt her move a few strands of hair away. He didn't say a thing, thankful then that the meds kept his boxers on, . . . nothing could describe how much he /didn't/ want to deal with this. Instead he closed his eyes half way and tried to offer a stiff nod. His eyes then focusing on the wall , the corner, following it up towards the ceiling, and staying there. His lips parted to ask, what /she/ was doing there, instead he just exhaled slowly, and trying to seem /painfully/ .**
*a small chuckle leaves her lips...its not as if she had actually expected a response from him....not him, the one who prided himself on remaining 'clean' by not sullying himself with what he once termed as the GUARD slut* don't worry, I didn't expect an answer *She walks over to his IV, adjusting the flow according to the information on the chart* What did you do anyhow? to end up in this shape I mean?
**his eyes shifted towards her for a moment as she adjusted a few things and kept talking. His body shuddred like an autumn leaf as the cool liquid pulsed through his veins. He managed to restrain his shaking, and to bite down on his words. He didn't want to be grateful to her for teding to him. He clenched his eyes shut as the arm started to burn, pulsing pain, and adjusted as the flow regulated through his blood stream. Each drop becoming less painful, until he couldn't feel it at all. He again opened his eyes, watching her, breathing shallowly still, he was going to maim Pole or Scratch or whoever placed her in charge of tending to sick male patients. That was the most block headed. . .he watched her fingers roll along the tube, and flick the droplettes in his second batch of solution and the results basically the same as before. He didn't move to speak, or at this point even to look away. **
*She finishes making the required adjusments on his IVs then turns to regard him, her green eyes roaming over his partially covered form before returning to the clipboard in her hands..She pouts slightly as she reads then looks over at you* The bitch did this? *I never knew she was that strong..*She walks back over to you, her hand once mre running lightly across your forehead* how did you manage to get away from both of those brutes?
** His eyes traveled up the length of her hand towards her arm. Closing them before he even dared to admire her soft skin. Exhaling and inhaling deeply almost admiring the sound of her voice until he heard what she said. Instead he gave her the coldest glare. It struck through the air, whipping this way and that, before pericing into her eyes, icecicles hanging longer for every moment he dared to look her in the eye. He noted his body shuddering not from the I.V. but from her words. He calmed again, and said in a very light, strained voice. ** I don't know. ** And left it at that. He then turned his attention from her, the glares snapped and recoiled as he turned his head to face the holographic window. ...The one thing he could not stop doing was breathing. And the more he tried not to think about it the deeper each inhale became. Making his almost floating sensation tingle, and sparkle. If he could only get his hands around that neck of hers. Instead of visions of strangling racnig though is head, instead tender motions, nearly wishing to comfort her, hold her. . . he grit his teeth . He moved his arm gently in it's restraint, his muscles to deadened to tense at her skin passing over his as she retracted her hand. Leaning his head downward a bit, opening his vision again to the holographic window. He doesn't bother to answer her, instead he said in the same strained voice. ** I really don't have the strength. . .to fight you Rika. ** Trying to be honest, a passing sigh. Accompanied with the words, he struggled to get past his lips. ** Please finish and leave. . . please? ** His voice no longer strong or demanding. Instead pitiful and plaintive. **
*A smile crosses her lips and she leans over, her lips lightly brushing his forehead where her hand had previously rested* Perhaps I will take up your offer another time *she straightens up* but I think perhaps that you need your rest *her gaze passes to the cameras visible in the rooms* Besides, I don't like an audience *she winks up at the camera* thought I know they would like the show *she picks up the clipboard and heads towards the door then turns back briefly with a smile* Hope you're better soon so I can take you up on your offer *she then heads out the door, closing it quietly behind her*
** He felt her hand pressed against his fore-head, taking his left arm, the one that didn't have tubes and wires stringing from it, to press, squeeze oh so lightly, and remove her hand from his head. A very sincere, and very quiet. ** Thank you. ** he didn't hear her retreat to the door, or what she said, instead his attention was focused elsewhere again. He exhaled in relief. If he weren't attached to machines, and whatever brew they were injecting him with, he would have stalked up to whomever was in charge and seriously placed in his resignation for /her/ in his room. But instead the drug induced feelings, and waivering spats of tense and nervous he finally drifted not to sleep, but a drug induced unconcisousness. **