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 Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:17 pm
Who: Rhedefre, Shepard, Vivi, Luka
When: 5:30 a.m., pre-dawn
Where: Gambino woods
Weather: Chilly for spring, scattered clouds
Rhedefre breathed in the cool spring morning air, stretching his wings behind him as he floated along a line of trees not far from Gambino beach. The sun had not yet risen, but he had completed all his pre-opening chores at the bakery and was enjoying the pre-dawn quiet, as birds awoke and people still slept. There was calm in the air, and the faint scent of salt from the ocean, and just enough wind to tousle his hair.
But when he broached the line of trees into the forest, it was as if static came in to the stag’s head to mar the peace. The sound was unfocused, everywhere, bounding around the trees and the animals in the woods, calling out to him.
There was something wrong.
Rhedefre frowned, looking around, turning in a complete circle to take everything in. Whatever was calling to him in its unearthly way was beckoning rather than threatening, a distress call instead of a warning. And it was getting louder – the sound of pain and loss, audible only to him. It was not quite the pain that rolled in waves off of beautiful Melisande, or the low yearning hum that throbbed from Xiu. It was something else, immediate and urgent, and Cesc knew he needed to find it, and now.
He went through the woods quickly, his eyes darting up and down, looking for clues. The ground was wet, but there were still telling marks upon the mud. There were strange splotches on the ground, a trail of something that was dark and seeping, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It was as if someone had lumbered through the woods bleeding, only their blood was black. The beckoning intensified, and the stag felt his pulse quickening in his chest, reverberating down his arms. The hair on his arms and neck stood. He could see a clearing nearby, and the remains of what looked like a campsite.
Suddenly, without knowing why, he lowered himself and hefted up a heavy branch, holding it in one bloodless hand.
He swallowed, and entered the clearing.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:06 pm
The makeshift campsite was eerily quiet. The only sign that there had been someone here the smoldering, almost dead fire.
Luka groaned. His head was throbbing. Actually, throbbing was an understatement. It felt like someone had repeatedly smashed his head between two cinderblocks while taking a jackhammer to his head. Struggling to open his eyes, the Frei let out a gasp as a flash of white pain shot through the left side of his face. Fighting the urge not to scream, Luka immediately pressed his hand against the gash. He could hear the faint cracking noises of dried blood as he pressed his palm harder against his face. He needed to get up, get out and find the nearest phone so he could contact his guardian.
And yet, he barely had enough strength to even say his name.
Despite the throbbing in his head, he could definitely make out a rustling of clothes that weren't his own. Was someone near? Maybe, maybe they could help him get out of here and get in contact with Elai.
"Help..." Luka cried hoarsely, trying to force himself into a sitting position. "Somebody.... help me...."
His throat burned. He was parched.
He was trying to figure out what happened prior to him blacking out. He remember her, LuLu. But, whatever happened next, he couldn't remember. Somehow shifting into a sitting position, Luka grabbed for the walls of the makeshift shack for support. If he could even just get himself out of this shack, he was bound to be noticed.
He leaned his head down and let out a groan when he saw the large patch of dried blood on his clothes. Hopefully someone would help him if they didn't mistake him for some serial killer first. Groaning, Luka trembled visibly as pain shot through his face again.
That girl, Lulu must've really done a number on his face. Sweat beading his forehead, Luka tried to call out for help again. There was no way he'd be able to float out of this shack when he could barely sit without wanting to fall over while convulsing in pain. "Help... Someone....... Anyone!" Luka shouted hoarsely.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:25 pm
The sight of the camping grounds, the dying embers in the blue early morning light and the blackened mud all around sent a chill through Cesc. He looked, wide eyed, in a small circle, holding his breath in his chest without meaning to. He heard a sound coming from a makeshift shelter and froze, curling both hands around the branch, waiting for some sign of what lay beyond.
What he heard unfroze him entirely. A cry for help, dry and pained, from a voice he recognized! Cesc dropped the branch entirely and darted toward the shelter's opening, his speed only abating as he saw the sordid scene before him.
"Luka!" he choked, one hand flying to his mouth as he saw the other's form, caked in blood and mud and something black, his face swollen and bruised and gashed. There was dried blood everywhere, soiling the white of his hair and dirtying his clothes, and crusting over one of his eyes. The image seared itself into Cesc's memory, even in the dim light, and the frei was only happy his friend had the strength to talk -- it meant he wasn't dead.
"Luka, can you move? Do not speak -- let me help," the stag said, his words coming out in a jumble, his foreign accent making the syllables trip inelegantly over each other. He was by the satyr's side, and quickly, bracing his arms and combing back his hair to try to better see his wound. Rhedefre tried to get further light by flapping his wings and turning them, as he often had before, into another source of illumination -- but touching the satyr caused that light to fizzle and pop in the air, scattering little firefly-sized orbs of brightness everywhere. He would have to wait for dawn to see better.
What could have happened? A wild animal -- a random attack? Some unfortunate accident? Cesc craned his neck to look around. It seemed as though there had been a struggle in the tent, but there were no footprints that he could see. Certainly Luka would not leave any, but...
Rhedefre snapped his gaze back to Luka's face. There would be time for that later. Now he had to focus on getting the satyr treatment, and taking him back home.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 8:48 pm
"Cesc....? Cesc is that you you?" Luka spoke slowly, his head swimming. He could've sworn he'd just heard Cesc's voice but what were the chances that he'd run into his fel brother here of all places. The chances were so low. Of course, he had to be dreaming. He was hallucinating, having delusions from the loss of blood.
Letting out a pained smile, he spoke again. "I must be dead if I'm seeing you right? But, if I'm dead there's no way my face and head would hurt so much. My head feels like someone smashed it between some cinderblocks. Some really heavy, really big cinderblocks." The Frei mumbled, his good eye trying to focus on Rhedefre's figure.
His hand reached for Cesc's sleeve, staining the Stag's clothes with a half dried mixture of blood and ink. "What time is it? What day is it?" Luka asked.
When Rhedefre touched him, and the air exploded with tiny orbs of light, Luka's hand shot out immediately to grab for the illuminated balls. It was only only now that he was realizing how hungry he was, the deep seated hunger that clawed away at his rune. And as he absorbed the light into his body, his rune pulsed ever so slightly. But, whatever he had now was hardly enough to satiate him. It wasn't even enough to be considered a snack. Eating that, it only seemed to grow the gnawing hunger inside him. His body demanded the light. "Cesc, is there light outside? I need to feed."
Honestly, even the pinkish glow coming off of Cesc's wings were enough for the Satyr to start salivating. And yet, he knew that Cesc was definitely not a meal.
Vaguely recalling Cesc's words to stop talking. Luka slowly nodded and tried to raise himself up. A futile attempt, his whole body felt like a block of lead. He had no energy to move himself. "Too tired.... so sleepy. Luka mumbled, feeling the familiar haze that had taken him to unconsciousness when LuLu had slammed him into the wall.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:03 pm
Cesc could only do his best to follow along as Luka spoke in his delirious tone, trying his best to see where all the blood had come from on his friend's face. His heart twisted as he saw that the dried blood was not simply lined from a small wound, but showed the path of a deep gash that was still softly oozing under the forming scabs. The cut was not superficial. It would need looking at by someone with more skill than the stag.
"Shh, shh," Cesc said soothingly as Luka continued to babble. As the satyr grabbed the light orbs, ingesting them, Cesc realized what he had done. The sky was beginning to brighten, but only into a cool blue, the dawn not yet arriving. And there were clouds in the sky, something that did not assure a perfect meal for Luka when the time came. Rhedefre grit his teeth and put all he could into lighting his wings again, sending further sparks of light out, onto Luka, to hold him over as the dawn inched closer.
"I am here. It is almost dawn, you will feed very soon. Do not worry," said the stag, his voice hushed and comforting. Inwardly, the stag's sense of calm was being strained into breaking. He had read somewhere that head injuries were touch-and-go, and that concussion patients needed to be kept awake. Could that possibly be right? Could Luka fall away from him if he closed his eyes now? "Do not sleep yet, Luka, the sun will be out any moment now."
Slowly, he took Luka out of the shelter, his arm threaded around the satyr's shoulders, taking him out into the clearing, in full view of the ever-lightening sky. Here, Cesc could see even better that one of Luka's eyes was obscured, and that the satyr's touch had left the plain baseball tee he wore smudged with what looked to be ... ink? Yes, there was ink on Luka's arms, his face, his clothing, his collar. It was everywhere. And it could cause infection if it was in that gash...
Cesc lowered Luka onto the ground. "Luka, do not strain -- but do you have any water at the campsite? I must clean your eye."
A sudden, horrible thought entered the stag's head. "...was anyone else with you that I should be looking for?"
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:19 pm
As Cesc unleashed another cloud of light puffs, Luka's eye glinted hungrily. Even in his haze, he could not miss the delicious orbs that floated in front of him. Reaching up with great effort, he grabbed for as many as possible. It was a start. He could definitely sense some warmth starting to radiate from his bones. And, he could even make out his surroundings somewhat clearer.
When Cesc pleaded for him not to fall back asleep, the Satyr let out a groan of protest. "But... I'm so sleepy. Just for a few minutes Cesc...." Luka murmured, already feeling the tendrils of darkness wrapping around his consciousness. It was a welcomed feeling, that nothingness.
As Cesc's voice carried on again, Luka tried his best to focus. But, all he could feel was mild agitation for his fel essence brother who kept making him think. And thinking, thinking seemed to multiply that headache by about five times.
Damn it. Cesc. All these long questions that required him to think, to try and remember exactly what had happend.
"Water... yea. Water. My bag. There should be a bag somewhere. It has... things in it." The other question.... well that took much longer for the Frei to respond.
Luka closed his eyes trying to remember what exactly had happened. He could see bits and flashes, but... piecing it together. That was difficult. What had happened first? Had she thrown him? Or had she thrown his phone after? And when did she come into his camping site...?
"No... I don't think she's here. I can't remember what exactly happened. I know... she came. But, suddenly she's screaming and attacking me. And... there's something about a phone, my phone." Luka scrunched up his face, trying to recall the finer details of the night.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:39 pm
"She?"Cesc repeated carefully as Luka spoke, his eyebrows furrowing. There was certainly no 'she' here now, but whomever it was had clearly been there before. Rhedefre lifted his head and looked around the campsite, trying to find any sign of another person still lingering. There were no footprints that he could see, but the rain could have washed them away. The ground was all mud and seeping black trails. The stag frowned as he looked at them. More ink...?
In one area, he saw a bag slumped down, looking rather the worse for the weather and whatever else had transpired.
"I am not leaving," said Cesc quietly. "I am just getting your bag. The sun will be rising soon. Do not sleep. Tell me what happened if you find yourself fading."
He flared his wings again, sending as much of his light as possible onto Luka -- it was not in his power to create light, but what he could break from himself, he would certainly do in this situation. This third time, he felt his rune flicker in warning, and a hunger began to gnaw at him, as well. The stag looked up at the sky, impatient. Gingerly, almost unwillingly, he left Luka's side for the bag, rummaging through it quickly to find a Nalgene bottle filled with clean water. He searched further, finding a small folded towel close to the bottom.
The dawn slowly began to rise as Cesc floated back toward Luka, lighting the clouds pink. The stag poured water on the towel and wrung it out, and as he approached the satyr, he was crowned with the light of dawn, his antlers growing and splitting and reaching and his wings splayed widely.
Gritting his teeth, Cesc put the towel gently on Luka's face, seeping some of the blood and ink away. As he touched him, the spark that ran between them broke a brilliant light, feeding them both more brightly than the rising dawn through the veil of clouds. For Cesc, the sensation was strange and powerful, like closing his hand over electricity, dawn and light coursing through him like a circuit.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:03 pm
"Yea... She..... Lulu... soaked in black ink. She's out of control." Luka murmured, recalling in flashes her volatile personality.
When Cesc mentioned going out to grab his bag, Luka nodded slowly. The orbs that Cesc had fed him were definitely helping, it was already taking considerably less effort to form coherent thoughts. When Cesc mentioned fading, Luka chuckled. "I am not a ghost Cesc. I don't fade. I just.. get sleepy."
As Cesc released another cloud of orbs, this time they automatically drifted towards the bloodied Frei lying on the ground. It was almost as if his hunger was turning him into a magnet for light. Attracting, absorbing what was so precious, so necessary for him. His rune growing a little more with each orb he absorbed, Luka let out a slow sigh. He could still feel the hunger in him, but it was manageable. It wasn't like the beastly urges he had earlier to simply rip off and devour Cesc's wings.
When he felt the cold towel on his face, Luka made no protests. It was actually kind of nice, almost soothing. And then, he felt it. The initial shock that came with Cesc touching him, followed by this sudden surge of energy flowing through him. It was light, but not any light he'd fed on in the past. This was.... a bit of Cesc mixed with himself, almost as if he were drinking his own essence. It was so pure, so raw. It was better than than the taste of the morning's first light in his mouth. This was... it was like tasting nothing that could be described with words. His mouth flooding with the taste of perfection as the light surged through him. And, as the light flowed through him, it charged him and seemed to grow stronger the longer Cesc maintained contact with.
His rune glowed brightly, almost like a miniature sun. Whatever Cesc had just done, it had not only filled Luka but also overcharged him as well. Filled him with more energy than possible. "I was considering your antlers for a snack, but this is much better." He joked, only to flinch as another jolt of pain shot through his face from laughing too hard. "Thanks, Cesc." Luka said slowly.
His hunger completely satisfied, Luka was already feeling much better. His skin was still pale from the loss of blood, but his characteristic glow had returned. And, he could move somewhat minus the part where every part of him was sore. Almost as if, he'd been hit a truck of some sort. "I...... I'm not sure I can move. My whole body is sore."
Funny really. While Luka had thought that being full would've eased the pain somewhat, it almost seemed to make it worse. Almost as if every cell in his body was too sensitive, too alive.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:55 am
Cesc's face broke into a relieved smile as Luka joked about snacking on his antlers, happy that, at the very least, Luka's good humor had not deserted him. He cleaned the other's face gently, but the more ink and blood washed off, the more stern and grave his expression became. The light was showing Luka's wound more clearly. It was terribly long, the skin bloated, an infection probably already setting in from hours of open flesh steeping in ink and mud.
Lulu. Who was Lulu? An ink Raevan? Some friend of Luka's who had lost control? As Cesc looked around the campsite in the early light, he could see something twisted and metal poking out of the dead fire, what looked to be a phone. His mouth flattened into a thin line. Whomever it was didn't want Luka calling for help, apparently. And yet, Luka's words -- she's out of control -- didn't make the attack sound premeditated...
... he would have to wait for more answers. There was no need to push things now.
"You do not have to move, but I do have to move you," said Rhedefre gently. "I am going to carry you to the bakery and call the Lab. You must be looked at. Can you see at all out of your eye?"
He put the towel and the water aside and pulled Luka close to him, moving slowly and gingerly, knowing he could not help touching Luka's sore muscles but regretting the necessity all the same. They could not stay here. The satyr was in need of serious help, and Cesc did not have it in his power to heal him.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:23 pm
Luka nodded at Cesc's words. Vivi's bakery would be a lot better than here. Actually, he couldn't really thing of a worse place to be in his current condition than this shack. "Okay. When we get there... I want to call Jez too." It was weird. He'd always considered himself to be... an adult almost. He was for the most part independent now, not as reliant on the acupuncturist as he had been when he first arrived. But, now that he was in this situation, there was no one he wanted more beside him than his guardian.
"I'm not sure. I can try." He could definitely open and see with his right eye, but he hadn't even considered trying to open his other eye yet. He tried to open the left and immediately let out a sharp grunt as another jolt of pain shot through his face. That was the most definitive nonverbal no he could've given the other Raevan.
"If this is how it feels trying to just open, I can't imagine how nasty it actually looks. How bad is it?" Luka asked, his good focused on Cesc. He had the feeling that Cesc was not the type to try and sugar coat the severity of the situation at hand right now.
"You think it's going to leave a mark on my beautiful face?" Luka asked, a slight smirk pulling at his lips. He was trying his best to lighten the mood. It was kind of weird seeing his brother all glum and worried. "I probably look like a mess now, but once we get all the blood and ink off, it'll probably give me a really manly appearance. I can go around telling people I fought off a bear and all I got was this scratch on my face."
It was really weird. Why was he trying so hard to seem like nothing was wrong? Was there a particular reason why he didn't want to seem weak in front of Cesc? Even when, just moments ago the Stag had found him on the ground half dead. As a high pitched ringing went off in his ear, Luka gave his head a light shake from side to side. It was an action he immediately regretted, feeling a weird pressure on the inside of his head. It seemed like time had slowed and a hour or two had passed before the feeling died down when in reality, mere minutes had passed. "We're still here?" Luka asked slowly, lost.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 2:05 pm
Rhedefre slowly guided Luka's arm around his neck, moving as carefully as he could so as not to put the satyr in any more hurt. He wrapped his arms around Luka and held him as steadily as possible as he began to float back toward the forest's edge. He was not the strongest frei, he knew that, although he was not as weak as he had been as a newborn -- hours of swinging a baseball bat had remedied that. Still, he worried for Luka's comfort...
His smile was tainted with sadness as Luka spoke about his wound so light-heartedly, but he could not match the satyr's good humor. Even Luka's remarkable capability to keep his spirits high would have faltered if he could see what Cesc now saw on his friend's face. It was a livid and vicious wound, puckered and purple and swollen. It looked wholly out of place in the freshness of Luka's face.
As the trees thinned around them and the ocean's call became louder, Cesc admitted, his low voice thin with a helpless sort of honesty: "I am afraid, Luka, that you may well become a very rugged looking man quite soon."
He was not certain the satyr had heard him. When he looked down to check, there was a distant, muddled expression on Luka's face, his eyes unfocused and far away. His voice, too, when he spoke was not wholly present. The sound of it tightened the muscles in Rhedefre's jaw and caused him to push forward faster. The bakery was coming into view. The streets were happily still mostly empty, save for a few early-morning joggers and dog-walkers, one of whom stared at the sight slack-jawed and frozen. Cesc, for all his usual politeness, ignored her.
"Stay with me," he murmured to Luka. "Just a little farther."
The flight to the bakery had never seem so damned long.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 7:50 pm
Luka felt his heartbeat stop for a second at Cesc's words. Was it possible that it was a lot more severe than he had expected? His cheerful expression faltered for a second, before the Satyr pulled himself back together for his cheerful front. At the least, he needed to not worry Cesc any further, and he hopped that his fel brother had not seen his expression falter earlier. "Then maybe I can do Satyrs some justice." Luka snorted, trying to imagine himself as a man. In his mind's eye, he could only picture his small boyish frame.
Luka gave a slow nod, trying not to aggravate the weird throbbing of his head any further. It was disorienting, and he couldn't wait to arrive at the bakery where hopefully he could just sit.
For the most part, Luka was just glad he'd been given an opportunity to feed. He had the feeling that their journey to the bakery would've been a lot worse if he'd been in a more fragile state. Luka reached up to touch the wound on his face. It was sensitive to the touch and warm, almost burning.
He had the feeling that this probably wasn't something he'd like to see in the mirror. He would to see the extent of the damage, but he didn't actually want to know how bad he looked. "Do you think it's infected?" He asked slowly. It wasn't a weird question. The unusual amount of warm the area had radiated when he had touched it lead him to believe that there was a possibility of infection. And, it wasn't like he'd been unconscious in the forest after washing the wound with a bottle of water and soap. Rather, it had been soaking in blood and ink for a good several hours.
"Do you think I'll be okay?" It wasn't the kind of question for Luka to ask. But, the fact that he did ask it made it evident that the Frei was afraid. He was actually terrified.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 8:19 pm
Cesc, watching his path for the most part, did not manage to see Luka's expression flickering into discontentment and fear, but he did not have to. He knew that Luka could not possibly feel as upbeat about his situation as he intended to sound -- not with the pain he must be feeling, or the horror of having been left alone... good lord, alone for so long in that terrible place where he'd been attacked. No one could. Not even good-tempered, funny, high-humored Luka.
The wound itself, Cesc was almost certain harbored infection. With all the hours Luka endured unconscious or semi-conscious in the woods, dirt and grime had done their work. It was red and warm and inflamed, the length of it, even after Rhedefre had washed it -- and even that was just water, no soap. But somehow the words did not want to leave the stag's mouth, his teeth clenched together in his tight jaw, his brow knit, his entire visage so far removed from his usual expression.
But the second question unhinged him.
"You are going to be fine," the stag said quietly as they approached the bakery's back door. He looked down at Luka and smiled the best smile he could muster, something small but earnest. "We are going to see to that, and right now."
And he knocked, with some difficulty, on the back door. It would be too hard to juggle Luka for the doorknob, absolutely, but Rhedefre knew that both Vivi and Shepard would not be far away. In fact, there was hardly a moment before the door swung open, revealing Vivi, still mid-laugh, her head turned toward where Shepard stood in the background, his hands white with flour, a long black square apron tied around his waist.
"I had a feeling you forgot your key toda--" The Frenchwoman began to say, but as she turned her head back to her Raevan, her lilting voice cracked into a gasp, and she put both her hands over her mouth, the color draining from her face. Shepard, seeing the scene, dashed quickly over, pulling the duo inside with one hand, his face pale.
"Holy ********, what the ******** happened?" Shepard gasped. The two humans broke into a flurry of movement, Shepard corralling the Raevans up into the residence, to the bathroom, and Vivi quickly dashing to the first aid kit, flinging open cabinets until her fear-scattered mind finally remembered where she'd put it.
"Here, the iodine-- my poor darling Luka, sweetest boy --" she fawned, setting the case down on the bathroom counter.
Shepard, meanwhile, washed his hands before he touched Luka's wound, silent and grave save for when he remembered to say: "You're alright, mate. You're alright. Is your guardian still out there?"
"He wasn't -- I should call Elai-- " Cesc realized.
"Call the Lab first. Call Alex now." Shepard ordered, bending over Luka and looking at the gash, touching touching it with gentle fingers. "We can clean this, but you're gonna need a whole railroad track a'stitches. Gonna look like a proper thug for a while, but you're gonna be alright after a week or two, just fine. Follow my finger with yer good eye, though, Luka. Can you do that?" The Aussie held up a finger and moved it slowly from Luka's left side to his right.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 8:47 pm
Luka was silent for the rest of the way to the bakery. There were things on his mind, but at the moment, he was slowly faling back into that haze of exhaustion that had tried to claim him earlier.
It was getting harder and harder to focus. The pounding in his head echoing like a thousand drums all around him. Luka could only watch as Cesc knocked on the back door, his good eye following the Stag's motion. When the door opened and he saw Vivi, he couldn't help but smile at her in a stupor. Even for the haze that was starting to envelope his surroundings, he could tell from the French woman's reaction to his appearance that things were bad. And, there, behind her, he saw Shepard approaching them.
What happened next was a flurry to the Frei. Suddenly, he was being moved, corralled to another area inside the building. The blurring shapes of walls and furniture dancing past him in his peripheral vision. To him, it was as if he'd blinked and somehow he'd been transported into Cesc's restroom. "I.. What? Where... How did I get here?" The Satyr mumbled, clearly disorientated by the change in surroundings. As Shepard kept talking, Luka gave a slow nod. He could kind of understand what the male was saying. Something about following the eye. "Right... Follow."
Trying his best to concentrate, his good eye focused somewhat on Shepard's finger. It was blurry to say the least. For the most part, Luka was able to follow Shepard's movement. But, there was no mistaking the occasional rapid 'z' type movement his pupil made as it refocused in on Shepard's finger. "Stop shaking your finger." Luka grumbled.
He was feeling quite irritable now. It hadn't been so bad before with just Cesc. But, with Vivi, Shepard and Cesc all nearby and each person talking, he could feel the pounding of his head grow worse. Their voices were converging into one and echoing around. And then, there was also the matter of the restroom light. It was so awfully bright. Even.... even the sun hadn't been that bright. Unable to look at the light any longer, Luka raised his hand up to shield his eye.
"I just want to go home." Luka mumbled. The Satyr couldn't imagine anything better than being in his bed with the lights off for a nap. And, he actually missed his guardian quite a bit.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 9:00 pm
Shepard's expression grew more grave as Luka failed to follow his finger, and, worse, seemed to be drifting in and out of any kind of alertness. While the Aussie would have liked to clean out the satyr's wound and prep him for the Lab, those things were going to have to wait. It looked, at this point, like getting Luka to the medical attention of the Lab was going to have to take precedence.
"Alright, mate," Shepard's voice dropped, becoming soothing. He stood and turned out the bathroom light as Luka shielded his eye, but kept the door open to allow some light to enter the room. "Luka, just rest there for a second, eh? I'm going to call Elai. I'll be right back."
Cesc lingered at the door as Shepard walked by him, taking out his phone and scrolling through for Elai's contact information. He could barely hear Vivi's voice in another room, talking in rapid, frightened tones to Alex. For his part, he could not bear to pull himself away from Luka's side. In silence, he entered the bathroom and sank to a seat beside the satyr. He rubbed his friend's arm, gently, but said nothing, just being present.
Shepard drew in a breath as the phone rang, scrubbing a hand through his hair. This was... not ideal. He could only hope the acupuncturist would be awake at this hour.
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