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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:13 pm
After his conferencing with Scheelite, and all it had entailed, Zac... had made rounds to make sure that the people he knew where...more or less, alright. It was helping him in its own way...keeping him from dwelling on everything that remained a tangled ruined mess in his head.
In his stubbornness he'd done very little for himself either, borrowed some energy and left the rest alone to fix itself... it was all he could say he deserved after Lina, Tanz... after failing to find them...
He pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and heaved a heavy sigh as he pushed the thoughts aside again with almost visible effort and lifted a tired hand to knock on Ever's door.
"It's me..." He called trying not to sound nearly as weary as he felt. Brave face for the world... it was how it had to be.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:22 pm
There was shuffling on the other side of the door, clear enough for Zac to make out, and then a very long, very still moment. Ever was standing on the other side, fingers on the door knob, trying to blink himself properly back into focus for about twenty seconds before he turned to open the door and lean into the space.
Dressed only in pajama pants, he looked pale and skinny -- but there was really nothing new, there. His hands weren't wrapped anymore, but they were still battered to hell, and he tucked them immediately in against his sides so that Zac wouldn't look at them too terribly hard. His jaw, bruised and still swollen from the corner of Asclepius's first aid kit, was harder to hide.
"Um. Everything alright?" No, there was pretty much no chance that everything was alright, but he offered a distracted sort of smile with the question.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:25 pm
"....apparently not." Zac replied glancing him over and shaking his head. "I...brought medical supplies. You look like hell." he added and then blinked a few times.
"And you're drunk... not sure why I didn't expect that." He added and shook his head. "Inside... I'm checking your hands... I saw you hide them. Go."
The bruise on his own cheek from the newest slap was at least fading, the curve of his jaw less so from a punch, let alone his back and side, particularly over his rib which was still a livid shade so dark it was nearly black.
He added "I brought the pain killers back too, but not while you're drunk."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:36 pm
"I'm not drunk." It was true, but only mostly true. Ever thought drunk was a rather strong word for his state of mind, and personally preferred 'tipsy' or 'inebriated' or maybe, best of all 'self-medicated'. Alcohol, as it happened, was a fabulous painkiller. He did, however, take a step back out of Zink's way, flicking a look past him into the hall and then back toward his bed.
The fourth Harry Potter book was open about a third of the way through, spread across his ruffled bedding, and somehow that was more flustering than anything else. He kicked the door closed behind Zac. "...don't need painkillers. It's just stupid, don't worry..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:41 pm
"If I didn't worry... then what would I do with my spare time?" he replied, a tired almost automated quip. His gaze flickered over the book, pausing for a fraction of a second before moving onward as he sought space to lay out disinfectants and bandages.
"My Aunt...she fell off her bike once onto gravel, her hands looked like hamburger." He related, had he seen that much, or was it just conversation. "They used -tape- to get the gravel out of her hands, but they still missed a little bit, she had a little spot of it at the base of her thumb... till..." He trailed off and didn't continue.
Apparently it was not a happy story... few of his stories seemed to be actually. I saw they were red after your fight with that senshi...I should have asked then. I failed you in that respect." He said ducking his head and pulling out the antiseptic and twisting off the cap.
"Are you holding up alright?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:48 pm
"I'm okay." Just disheveled and bruised and wishing a little bit that he'd taken the time to put on more clothing before he let Zac in. He kept his hands tucked in against his sides, watching the young man and the botle of antiseptic in an uncertain sort of way, very much not looking forward to this experience.
Instead, he tried to refocus things, eyes flicking back up onto Zac's face and his shoulders jerking in a quick shrug.
"You?" His tone was dismissive, but his expression less so. His own wounds were more visible, maybe, but Ever had seen Zac - no, Zink - take one or two shockingly hard blows...
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:57 pm
Zac looked up at him, his eyes were heavy with the same lack of sleep he'd had going into the battle. Maybe worse... probably worse.
"Hands." He said flatly... bypassing the question about his own well being with a razor edge to his voice. Apparently -he- was not a game topic right now. "... I will grab them if I have to."
He stared up at Ever, his blue eyes looking faded to a sort of 'evening fog' blue, from tired and over thinking at the very least.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:02 pm
It left Ever sober, though, as he untucked his hands and held them out toward Zac -- scabbed up and torn, worst at his palm and the bends of his fingers. If he'd taken better care of them, they might have been alright, but as it was they looked puffy and tight and sore, and it obviously hurt to uncurl his fingers.
But he cleared his throat and let Zac take the look, flinching in preparation for the antiseptic and struggling to distract before they got to that point. "You look like s**t, though."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:07 pm
A flicker passed over Zac's face and he shook his head. "...You could loose use of these entirely!" He scolded staring sharply into Ever's eyes... determination was all that held the tired at bay. "What if you nicked a tendon...you should have told me..."
He glanced around and grabbed at a tight wad of dressing from the kit and held it out to ever. "Bite it... we don't want to scare your 'land lords'...god knows it looks like you tried to stop a blender with your bare hands." He shook his head, still ignoring Ever as though that would make the comments vanish.
A flicker of something more passed over his face as he shifted and wrapped his own fingers around one of ever's wrists so he couldn't pull away and poured antiseptic strait over it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:11 pm
No chance in hell he was biting down on the thing; instead he just stared at Zac, baffled, still concerned by the tired look in his face. "...it's not that..."
But before he could get the full thought out, Zac poured the antiseptic and knocked the breath out of him. He didn't scream, but he did curse, a muffled and stumbling 'sonuvabitch' before he turned his face down into his shoulder. And yes, he tugged against that wrist, struggling to jerk his hand back before the young man could do more.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:16 pm
"Stop that! If it hurts that much you need it!" He scolded like a very tiny angry parent. "It's INFECTED...I brought some generic antibiotics...its the best I could do."
He wasn't as strong as a civilian, but he was at least better off nourishment wise than Ever, and he wasn't 'lightly sauced' either. It took some doing but he kept a fair hold and sloshed more than poured more antiseptic onto the angry looking injuries.
"Christ... and I thought I was bad about asking for help." He scolded, at least he'd more or less, for a few moments forgotten everything else.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:20 pm
He huffed out a few more breaths, fidgeting and trying very hard not to move his fingers.
"...it didn't hurt until you put the..." but it wasn't really worth arguing about it. He bit his tongue until Zac was done, shifting and fidgeting in place and very much wishing the man had made him sit down first -- and the second Zac let go, he was going to snatch his hands back out of his grasp.
He'd lost his train of though, finally huffed out a breath and struggled for a new one. "She had...spines. I don't know. I pulled them out." He had, at least, done something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:24 pm
"If the antiseptic hurts that's not a good thing." He shot back at the half formed argument and then set the bottle on the tired looking suddenly more tired. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly as he fought off a wave of weariness. Somewhere between not wanting to fight Ever right now and needing to stop... but if he stopped he'd start thinking again.
If he started thinking again he'd hear Lina's voice... if he heard her voice...
It was not a good chain, not now... maybe not ever but the poison had set in well, doubts, fears, all stirred to the surface.
"Sorry..." He said and reached for the bottle again only to pause staring at the now better guarded hands. "You do it then..." he sighed. 'They need it... their swollen and red... look at you you have a hard time moving them..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:29 pm
"Don't worry, Zac, really -- really don't worry." Ever genuinely thought they were okay. Or would be, given a few more days for them to heal up, once he'd finally found all of the little spines and wasn't picking more out every couple of days. But after a pause, he took the antiseptic, hugging it in his elbow, and nodded toward his bed.
"Sit down. Vodka under the bed." And in the meantime, he could maybe deal with the rest of his hand in the bathroom, alternating pain with refreshingly cool water and making an ever bigger mess of an already-stained towel.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:40 pm
Normally he'd have just refused, he was sure of that. Normally he'd have shunned the idea like a leper, booze with Ever? Not after last time... but now?
This was his last stop.. and he was so tired. He hurt from all the bruises that couldn't be seen under long sleeves and t-shirts, never mind the conflict in his head.
Vodka sounded like a damed treat right now, and the oblivion it was said to promise... he made a tired b-line for it, fumbled out the bottle and sat down on the mattress. It was almost obseenly comfortable for a piece of s**t, though that probably had as much to do with his state of mind as anything else.
He stared at the bottle for a few long moments before twisting off the cap and trying quite hard to take a long drink. It worked till he tried to swallow, then he was coughing and trying not to waste it as it burned in his mouth.
"Vile...godforasaken..." he cursed but the second sip wasn't as bad... and the third was better, he just had to take it slow...that must be all.
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