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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:30 am
Rep had been out for a few hours, his body finally seeming to have put its foot down about what it could tolerate. Absolutely human, he'd taken more than he could handle. It had taken a bit for the life hunters to manage the damage to his shoulders, more than simple puncture wounds thanks to the fact he'd dropped his weight right onto the hooks themselves. But once that was done, there wasn't a great deal they could do for his other injuries that wasn't simply cleaning them up and administering painkillers. There was one case in particular where he was extremely fortunate there weren't major complications. Beyond the immediate treatment, all that could be done was to simply wait for his body to get around to healing itself - which without Tracey could take some time.
The room itself once the doctors had left was completely quiet, a decent part of the infirmary. If it wasn't for the still fairly shallow and laboured breathing, Rep simply looked like he'd dozed off. He had a drip hooked up to his arm and was dressed in nothing but a hospital style gown - even his necklace was stowed in the side cabinet with everything else he possessed. Other than the bandages at his shoulders, the most immediately visible injuries not covered by the sheets were the most harmless yet subtly telling - clear crescent shaped cuts on his jaw where Sasha's nails had bit into his skin. He'd been stirring for a bit and with fluids back into his system and a bit of damage control, he was out of the woods in terms of criticality. It was finally deemed acceptable to let visitors in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:47 pm
Jordan slipped quietly into the room, holding the door open for a moment for Harrison; he studied Rep as he did, his mouth pulling down at how fragile the red-haired man looked, pale even against the sheets, without even his jewelry. He didn't like it. They were all too breakable, too human. Somebody had taken advantage of that.
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