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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:50 pm
WHO: Kyou, Jeremy and Cesc
WHEN: Midnight/early morning of Nov 6th.
WHERE: The Lab, Cemetery, Mausoleum
WEATHER: Slightly cold and windy, but otherwise clear
"Are you sure he's not here?" Kyou shouted from the wheelchair stationed at the bottom of the steps.
"Yes, I looked everywhere!" Jeremy emerged at the top of the stairwell before making his way down. He looked a little haggard, his swept back hair a little more messy than usual and he was dressed in a dark blue Real Men Love Cats sweatshirt and jeans instead of his usual well tailored shirts and dress pants. He had looked everywhere in the building, every living room, storage room, bathrooms. It's difficult to miss a Raevan like Lazarus! "Lazarus is not here." Where the heck is he?
Kyou's eyes were wide, he was worried. "We have to find him somehow! I can feel something is wrong!"
Jeremy had to agree that something doesn't seem right with the situation. Lazarus had been around to care for Kyou almost every day, and on the day he wakes up, and the Raevan is gone. Something is definitely fishy here, even though he don't share the sense of urgency that Kyou does.
"I think I may have an idea on how to find him, but you have to go back to rest. Do you know how long had you been in a coma?" Certainly the man shouldn't be up and about so much since he just woke up. Going around the wheelchair, he was about to wheel Kyou back to his room.
"NO!!" Kyou shouted, it was surprising that he can still emit such a booming voice in his current frail physical state. It made Jeremy pause in his step. "That is exactly why I don't need anymore rest! I won't rest until I see him!"
Sighing softly, Jeremy admitted defeat and shook his head as he crouched down before Kyou, looking him straight in the eye. "Alright, but you will have to promise me to take it easy and control your emotions. Don't push yourself too hard. This is not good for your recovery."
Kyou was still panting softly from his outburst, but without a word, he nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good." Jeremy smiled and passed Kyou a bottle of water. "Drink this and get hydrated. I'll make a phone call." Then fishing out his cell phone from his jeans pocket, he dialed Cesc's house number.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 5:28 pm
Cesc answered the bakery phone quickly, a knee-jerk reaction, trying to keep anyone else in the apartment from waking to the noise. He was still half-asleep for the motion, and he blinked blearily, the heel of one hand rubbing his eye as he answered.
The next moment, he was very, very awake.
* * * * * * *
The air was cold. Cesc, unshaven, his hair sleep-rumpled, his hands in his zip-up jacket pocket, felt too alert with the midnight wind in his face. There was a lot to parse but little time to do it in. When Jeremy'd called him initially, the stag hadn't understood. Find Dr. Kyou? No, no, I already did that, he'd wanted to say. But then reality had descended on him. Not Dr. Kyou. Lazarus.
A small part of him, still marked and terrified from the jungle, urged him to say no. There had to be more danger, didn't there? But he'd squashed that little voice down almost instantly as it spoke. For two reasons: one that had stayed the same, and one that had changed.
The one that had stayed the same: he still owed Dr. Kyou his life.
The one that had changed: he wasn't a Frei anymore. Wasn't afraid of his power, ashamed of it. He was a Sigel now, had reins on his power and its capability, and now -- now -- he could be trusted to help.
He was happy to do it, he told Jeremy. He got up and went into the cold air and flew to the Lab. And he was happy to do it -- whatever they needed.
* * * * * * * *
Cesc tried not to react when he saw Dr. Kyou the first time. The man's face was thin and wan, his limbs brittle and tiny, his hair white. His once-great, glossy horns poked out from the white strands like tombstones in snow. The stag had inhaled sharply as he'd seen him, unprepared, and his heart twisted in his chest. But still, under all of it, he felt some sense of relief.
Dr. Kyou was alive. Alert.
How? Why?
His relief soured in his stomach, even as he greeted the doctor, even as he spoke of how happy he was to see him out of the hospital bed. Lazarus' disappearance and Dr. Kyou's awakening -- it was too simultaneous, wasn't it? Too convenient...
The stag tried to bargain with Kyou to stay, but it was half-hearted and resigned to defeat. The man would come, come hell or high water, wheelchair be damned. And so, with as much urgency as a man accommodating a wheelchair-bound party-member could be, Cesc led them.
"I just need something of Laz's, if that's alright. Something that he's fond of. Like a scent marker for a bloodhound, if you will?" He tried to crack a smile, tried to lighten the mood just barely.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:45 am
Well versed with the Raevan's details and abilities now, especially Cesc's since it was the key to finding Kyou in the first place, Jeremy was well prepared when the Sigel posed the question. "Here." From the back pocket of his jeans he took out a polaroid photo of Lazarus and Xiu at the carnival. They looked happy, with Lazarus holding a popsicle and Xiu a colorful pinwheel. "This was sitting on the bedside table, I think it's one of Lazarus's favorite."
Without further ado, once Cesc had taken the photo, Jeremy started to wheel Kyou out. If Kyou is coming along no matter what, even if Cesc could fly, they had to travel by car. "My car is parked right out."
As they approached the glass front doors of the lab, for the first time since he had woken up from his coma, Kyou caught a glimpse of himself in the glass's reflection as they got nearer. He can't help but let out a gasp, he can barely recognize himself! The moment was short lived as the doors open and he was wheeled out of the building. The imaged however, was stuck to his mind.
He didn't say anything as he was helped into the back seat of Jeremy's grey and white vintage Chevrolet Bel Air sedan. The wheelchair was folded and chucked into the other side of the back seating as they all got in. The conversations between Cesc and Jeremy were totally in the background as he stared out of the moving car quietly, still trying to make sense of what had happened. He only broke out of his stupor as Jeremy slowed down when they entered a cemetery.
"This is a big place." Jeremy commented. One of the oldest cemeteries in Gaia too actually. He drove with Cesc's direction until his car can go no further. Turning off the engine, he got out and looked at the unkempt grass before them. There don't seem to be a path suitable for a wheelchair. Frowning, he glanced at Kyou again, now opening the car door himself.
"I'm going..." His voice was adamant and his golden eyes determined.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Jeremy moved over to help Kyou up, throwing the man's skinny arms over his shoulder and supporting him. Even if Jeremy was older, Kyou was so light in his current state that it wasn't too big of a trouble for Jeremy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:48 pm
Cesc swallowed hard when he realized the place they were going. It was eery, for one thing, but more than that it was difficult terrain. Cemeteries were never on even ground, they always had broken stones and the like in the grass, and there were rarely any good or real pathways throughout them. His eyes slid to Dr. Kyou.
He could only listen as Kyou made his desires known. And, like a child before his strong-willed father, Cesc did not argue.
"Please," he said, half to Jeremy and half to Kyou. "I can help, too, if you need it."
The stag's light wings fluttered and began to glow in the darkness. He unfurled them, allowing the two others to see better their pathway in the dark. His antlers shimmered like moonlight. He took in a breath of the cold air.
"We're close now," he said. He half-turned toward Kyou and Jeremy as he floated. He half-smiled, the expression sympathetic. "I have to say, Dr. Kyou, Jeremy... I'm feeling a little deja vu."
He turned back around and nodded in one direction, and began to head toward a large, seemingly abandoned structure. Cesc set his jaw, unsure of what they would find.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 8:40 am
Not wanting to be a total burden for Jeremy, Kyou tried to will his feet to remember how to walk. It was clumsy at first, with his ankles turning every other way except the right way, and his knees keep giving out before he could have a firm step. But eventually the both of them settled into an awkward hobble, trying their best to keep up with the Sigel before them.
Remarkably, Cesc was like a guiding light of hope, Kyou felt like this was some spiritual journey that the Raevan is leading them along. He did felt very surprised and proud when he saw Cesc's Sigel form for the first time in the Lab. He looked so handsome now, so matured, he had grown so much compared to his Frei stage. However it did not felt like a time for celebration or congratulations at the time. Maybe some time in the future...
The both of them were panting when they finally saw their destination looming before them - an old mausoleum. Taking an audible gulp, a bad feeling settled in Kyou's gut. Before that he had an inkling what had happened before, as when he was in his messy office briefly, he had noticed that someone had found the niche behind the cabinet. However, all this time he had tried to convince himself that Lazarus wouldn't do something so reckless. Or would he? Kyou had no idea how Lazarus did when he was in coma all this time, he didn't have time to ask Jeremy. Glancing over, he threw Jeremy a worried look, a look of fear and dread. And the man seemed to had gotten the idea, his brow furrowed as they hobbled up the steps of the structure.
The large stone door was slightly ajar, signifying that someone had been in and out of the structure. Probably still in there though, as Jeremy would have bet. With a soft grunt, he leaned Kyou against one of the large pillars by the door and settled him down. "It's going to be narrow in there, I can't carry you in."
Kyou wanted to protest, but he understood Jeremy's reasons. He himself is already sweating and out of breath just going across the cemetery. "Just make sure... he is alright." He pleaded to both Jeremy and Cesc.
Without a word, Jeremy nodded and moved over to the door. But before he pull the door open, he pulled a small handgun out of the waist band of his jeans. "Never hurts to be prepared." They don't know what to expect in there, this he had learned from his experience in the jungle. It is better to be well prepared. "Lead the way, Cesc."
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 9:21 am
A somberness settled over Cesc's features as he saw the mausoleum clearly, and he knew before his powers told him that that was where they were headed. His light, his wings, felt foreign in this place, where darkness creeped out of shadow and seemed to linger even in his light.
There was something here that troubled his stag's soul, something that reached out and beckoned in a way that was not quite right.
The grimness that set in Cesc's eyes hardened when Kyou realized he could not make it down the stairs.
"We'll do whatever we can, I promise," he said to the doctor, his voice earnest and solemn. They all seemed to know already that they would not find Lazarus merely taking etchings of the old crypt's moldings.
Cesc nodded to Jeremy. As the man took the handgun from its holster, Rhedefre realized he should probably follow in suit. He started down the narrow staircase, but he prepared as he went: his antlers shone gold and suddenly sharpened, the round edges disappearing into points. His wings became brighter, and, reaching behind him, Cesc plucked a feather from them. In his hand, the feather grew. Its shape changed, the sound like a spark from a flint, and grew into the shape of a curved sword.
He held his breath and floated down the last step. He held up the sword, illuminating the dusty space -- immediately, there was the smell of burnt ash, long-withered mold, stale air ... and blood.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 9:24 pm
As they descend into darkness, Jeremy can't help but feel impressed when Cesc's feather shaped into a glowing sword. Inside his heart he can't help but feel proud how far the Raevan had grew over the past year since he had known him. From the helpless little boy to the brave young man now leading the way before him, lighting their path. Although he also can't help but think the sword looks like a curved light saber.
All of these thoughts were purged from his mind though when they reached the bottom of the steps, and were assaulted by the irony smell of blood and burnt things. The crypt was dimly lit, with only a few candles sparsely placed were still burning in the square room, and even then they were down to their last flames, threatening to flicker out any second now. The brightest source of light in the room right now is Cesc and his sword, and even then they could only see a few feet before them in the pitch blackness.
Jeremy's senses were on high alert as he stepped into the room with the Sigel. His ears perked, trying to hear any movement. His nose caught a whif of some perfume, likely the little bit of lingering smell of Sarat, unbeknownst to Jeremy. The duo didn't need to go far before they saw the demonic ring on the floor drawn in blood, which the man accidentally stepped upon with a soft wet squish. And at the other end of the circle, an unconscious figure.
"Lazarus!" The silver hair and red horns were unmistakable. They rushed forwards, without care even if he stepped all over that bloody circle on the floor. The Raevan was unconscious on the floor, and as Cesc got closer, the two large bloody gashes on his back where his wings used to be were apparent. By now the wounds had stopped bleeding freely, although blood is still slowly oozing out. There were lots of blood on the floor, too much for Jeremy's comfort. "He needs help, we had to get him out of here!"
He was so focused on the injuries, that he failed to realize that Lazarus now have legs, and will probably weight a ton.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 9:59 pm
The hair on the back of Cesc's neck stood on end. He knew, from his sense, that their search had come to an end -- but as they stepped into the room, he couldn't actually see Lazarus at all. As Jeremy went forward, Cesc turned in a slow circle, his eyes tracing the edges of the room. His ear twitched as Jeremy's foot hit something wet, and then he turned fully.
His light fell on silver hair and a pair of legs.
Immediately, the sword in Cesc's hand disappeared, the light that made it flickering and returning to his now outstretched wings, throwing illumination on the full grisly scene.
"LAZARUS!" The stag's voice was harsh in the quiet, and he went forward with quickness. Jeremy may have neglected the full picture, but a Raevan could never -- Cesc immediately saw the lack of wings and the appearance of legs, and for a moment part of him wanted to marvel. But there was no time for it. There was blood, so much that the floor was slick and black, and Lazarus' back shone with it in the light. His hair stuck to it, clinging to the stick of it, the scent of copper and fire blooming in the air around him.
It was like a nightmare. Like the jungle over again.
Cesc hardly heard Jeremy. His mind was spinning. They didn't have any cloth or gauze long enough to tie around Lazarus' torso to stop the bleeding. They would need to take him out, and fast.
What about Kyou? There was only the two of them...
Cesc grit his teeth and ducked, pulling Lazarus' limp, blood-tinged arm around his neck and pulling the demon up. Indeed, the dead weight of him was unwieldy and tremendously uncomfortable, but Cesc had seen enough movies to know what was next. He pulled Lazarus around, got low and hooked his arm under the demon's knees, and then pulled him up, a grisly groom with a blood-soaked bride. His wings behind him opened, keeping his balance.
With Lazarus against him, Cesc could feel the ooze of the blood. The pump of a tired heart.
"We've got to go," Cesc affirmed, already heading to the door.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 9:47 pm
Only when Cesc tried to lift him up, did Jeremy saw the full picture.
The legs!
For a moment the man was speechless. Lazarus had grown! But why does tragic things like this had to happen for a Raevan to grow? That thought came to Jeremy as he looked at Cesc, having heard what happened to him not too long ago. He don't know about the details, or directly asked the Sigel what happened. But he was sure it must be difficult for Cesc to deal with, and he felt that it would be inappropriate to pry.
With a silent nod, he followed the Sigel back up the steps, throwing the empty crypt one last glance before exiting. He will have to come back later to clean this up.
Waiting just outside the door of the mausoleum, Kyou peered into the darkness within the doors as he leaned on one of the greek columns. When he heard footsteps coming back up, he immediately perked up. "Lazarus?" He asked tentatively. However, the image that appeared before his eyes was one that he was dreading since he woke up. The Raevan's head was lulling over Cesc's arm almost lifelessly, one side of his face bloodied, stained from his own blood. And his whole front was a bloody mess, with blood still dripping from his back. There was so much blood that Cesc's clothes are probably ruined. "Lazarus!!"
Jeremy hurried forwards as Cesc got out. Kyou was trying so frantically to get to the unconscious Valsaros that he was afraid that the man would break a bone on his fragile body if he tried too hard. "Calm down! We need to get him some help!" Even in his current emotional state, he knew the man is a man of reason. He could hear the soft panting from Cesc that Lazarus might be too much for him to bear for long. "Let's get him back first."
Kyou's eyes were wide with fear, and he was clinging to Jeremy's sleeves so tightly that his fingers were white. But he blinked, and with a shuddering voice he answered. "Okay..."
With a nod towards Cesc, he sent the Sigel going again, straight to the car. Picking Kyou up, they followed as fast as they could behind them.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 9:43 am
Cesc didn't even have the time to dread Dr. Kyou's reaction. His entire focus was on keeping upright, keeping from dropping Lazarus' weight. Even with his Sigel-level strength, Lazarus was heavy, and what with his horns and the still-oozing blood, the weight was awkwardly distributed and slick to hold onto. He set his jaw and went toward the car with only a pleading look of urgency to Dr. Kyou -- we have to go, we've got to go.
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The entire ride back to the Lab, Cesc's mind took a vacation. It soaked itself in iron-scented shock. He couldn't focus on the gravity of the situation, not while he had zero answers. His tired hands plucked at his damp shirt over and over as they ran red lights and careened back into the Lab's parking lot. His arms stung. His shoulders felt loose at the hinges. He needed to train more. Or he needed to keep Iorek's number on speed dial. One or the other.
He kept looking back at Dr. Kyou and Lazarus on the ride, their faces illuminated only by the passing streetlights. He didn't know what to ask. Was Lazarus' face getting paler?
God, he could picture them both. Dr. Kyou manning the drinks at the Garden Party, handsome and roguish and free of care. Lazarus talking to him and Vivi while they tossed a baseball around. Tanned, lips slightly downturned, polite.
Blood was getting into the crevasses of Jeremy's car seats. It was going to smell like old steak in here for months. What a goddamn shame. It was a nice vintage car.
Rhedefre swallowed hard, barely waiting for Jeremy to turn off the vehicle before he sprung out, making his way to Lazarus again to lift him back into the Lab.
"Where do you want me to take him?" the stag addressed nobody in particular. He had other questions, and they began to spill out as he pulled Lazarus from the car and began toward the Lab front doors. "I'm -- I'm O negative, I can give him blood if you need -- or I can call Zeke --"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 4:20 am
Everyone was quiet on the way back to the Lab, Jeremy included. His attention was totally focused on the road as he pushed past the speeding limit as much as he can in his vintage vehicle, even running one or two red lights. The irony smell of blood seemed to worsen in the little cramped space of his car, so he rolled down a window to allow some air circulation. He was well aware that blood might be seeping into the crevices of his car seat, but thankfully they were leather car seats so he don't need to worry about staining... hopefully.
The vehicle haven't even fully stopped yet when the Cesc sprang out of the car. Jeremy had to hastily turn it off and jumped out himself. Kyou will need help getting out, there is also the delay of getting the wheelchair out for him too.
"Just bring him to the infirmary! Second door on the left down the hallway!" He barked to Cesc as the Sigel hurried in before them. Kyou was pushing himself out in a hurry as Jeremy unfolded the wheelchair. There was a loud noise as the doctor fell onto the floor. The older man of the two had to roll his eyes before helping him up. "There's no way I'm letting you crawl into the building. Wait for me to help you will ya?!" Kyou looked sheepish as Jeremy plopped him back into the wheelchair, then they headed inside, a few minutes behind the Raevans.
When they reached the infirmary, Rhedefre had already settled Lazarus down onto the treatment table in the room, back facing up. Without further ado, Jeremy pushed Kyou right up next to the treatment table, and grabbed a first aid kit and a bucket of clean water. "You, clean the wound." He barked at the silver haired man, in which he complied quietly.
Then Jeremy turned ihs attention to Cesc. "Yeah, I think he lost a lot of blood, he will need a transfusion." From a cabinet nearby, he took out a blood transfusion kit. He seemed quite familiar with where everything is in the infirmary, and experienced too. "I worked as a paramedic when I was young, so don't worry, you're in good hands." Of course, Kyou knows how to do some pretty basic medical procedures too, but Jeremy don't trust his hands with a needle right now, not in his condition.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 9:24 am
Cesc was vaguely aware of the absurdity of his suggestion after he said it -- he was in a room with the man who had made him and a man who helped find the essences of his fellow Raevans. How could they need more assistance in the care of a Raevan? Surely, surely they knew what they were doing. Surely.
Rhedefre laid Lazarus down on the treatment table stomach-down. He was glad, more than glad, that there was not long to wait before Jeremy and Dr. Kyou followed suit.
When Jeremy agreed that Lazarus would need a transfusion, Cesc hurried to the nearby sink, hurriedly pulling his zippered jacket off and splashing water on his bloodied forearm, trying to get the area clean. He came back, pushing up the half-sleeve on his raglan shirt as high as it would go, up to his bicep, even though he knew it didn't particularly matter. The blood -- he just wanted to get the blood as far away from the draw site. Make it a clean, easy capture.
"It's okay," said Rhedefre. He looked over at Lazarus, at the wound Dr. Kyou was cleaning. His brows knit together, his cheeks hollow with worry. His hands clenched and unclenched, his palms sweaty. Shock was beginning to wear off, but he held onto it. "It's okay, take whatever you -- he needs."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 9:27 pm
"One bag should be enough..." At least, he hoped anyway. It could get Lazarus's body pumping again, renewing some of his strength. Then hopefully his newly grown body would be able to heal.
Putting on his reading glasses, Jeremy was completely focused as he prepared the blood transfusion kit. Straightening Cesc's arm, he dabbed some alcohol on the inside of his elbow. "You will feel a pinch, a large pinch." He gave warning a few seconds before deftly inserting the needle. Gently, he gave it a tap before blood began to flow into the tube connected to a clean empty blood bag.
Letting his hands rest on the table right next to the chair Cesc is sitting in, Jeremy shut his eyes and lets out a long sigh. All the excitement of the night is starting to put a toll on his body as well. Like the Sigel, the adrenaline was starting to wear off, and exhaustion lingers at the very edges of his body. However, there are still a few things he needed to do tonight.
"Thank you, for everything tonight." The man placed his hand on Cesc's shoulder and patted him firmly a few times. His voice was heavy with gratitude, his face lined with a wrinkly, weary smile. If there were any heroes tonight, it was Rhedefre.
His hand lingered for a moment before he snapped back into business. Drawing a deep breath, he turned around to Lazarus. He had to keep going to take care of the Raevan, he had to find his strength somehow.
Straightening his glasses, he went over to inspect Lazarus's wounds on his back. By now Kyou had already cleaned the area around the wound, leaving just the gaping holes in his back. "It seemed to had stopped bleeding. Or at least, it had slowed down to an ooze." He said out loud, to ease everyone in the room. Continuing to clean and inspecting the insides of the wounds, he discovered something peculiar. "Odd, there isn't any break in his bones..." Usually when a bone had been forcefully ripped out or disjointed from the body, it leaves some trace behind, even cracking or dislocating the adjoining bone. However in this case, it was as if the wing bone never existed at all. Did his growth triggered some sort of advance healing process? Perhaps this wound... was not as bad as it seemed. It just seemed bad because of the amount of blood that was surrounding the body.
Very curious!
"He just need a ton of stitches, and a boost of blood." Jeremy turned around to look at both the worried faces in the room. "His wounds are not life threatening, he'll be okay." The older man smiled reassuringly as he gets to work. Quietly he made note to give Lazarus an X-ray after this just to be sure.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:53 am
Cesc nodded in a sort of dazed manner. He watched Jeremy work, even looked down to see the needle in his arm and the small tube that slowly siphoned his blood into a bag. He wasn't entirely certain what he was expecting -- for his blood to be gold? For it to gleam, or show light? It was a ridiculous thing to think. He'd seen his own blood before, plenty of times: the jungle, scrapes and cuts in the kitchen and playing sports, during his own growth.
It was the lateness of the hour, the shock, the strangeness of the whole situation preying on him. He was tired. And he knew he would need to wake up soon and tend to the bakery.
Strange, wasn't it? How life continued its routine, bullheaded and obstinate, when things like this happened.
When the draw was complete, Cesc watched the needle being extracted and murmured to Jeremy he would be fine. He let the older man continue his many duties while he put a cotton ball in the crook of his elbow and tore a piece of tape to put over it. He smiled at him, a small gesture of appreciation, as Jeremy spoke his gratitude.
"It's alright, I'm glad I could do something to help..." the stag said a little lamely, unsure of how to reply. He pursed his lips and looked over at Lazarus and Dr. Kyou.
"Odd, there isn't any break in his bones..."
Rhedefre's head snapped upward at the statement. He opened his mouth, but Jeremy continued, the facts of the situation becoming less dire and more of a relief with each passing word. Air left the stag's lungs in a long whoosh.
He stood.
"Let me --- let me get out of your hair," said Cesc. "Unless there's anything else you need for me to do. I can assist however."
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 8:37 am
Jeremy looked up from Lazarus's wounds as Cesc posed the question, needle in one hand and thread in the other. There was a blank look as he tried to rack his brain. Did he need more help from the Sigel?
"Actually... yes." He said finally, after going through his head what had to be done to finish treating Lazarus. "After I finished stitching him up, I'll have to bandage him, tightly. I need someone strong enough to prop him up so I could do so..." Jeremy glanced at Kyou for a moment. The man in the wheelchair looked so fragile, with his thin and pale arms. Even if he had been well rested, as he so claimed all night. All the excitement in the last few hours had been exhausting for him personally, it should be worst for the frail man.
"Can you please wheel this stubborn man back to bed while I stitch him up? And make sure he stays there."
Kyou was going to protest, he was not going to lay in bed again after being in it for well over a year. However, his body was proving to be too weak for him to even draw the strength to complain. There were shadows underneath his eyes, his limbs were shaking slightly, and he is finding it difficult to even sit up straight from the wheelchair.
Was he really so weak?
He glared at his best friend for a moment, while the other man just nonchalantly looked up from stitching for a brief moment before dipping his eyes back down, focusing on his work. If he think about it, he was useless here anyway. He can't help in any way, feeling totally useless in this weak body of his that he don't recognize anymore. Looking down at his legs, he felt defeated as he slumped back into the wheelchair. Without looking up, he said softly. "Cesc..." As if finally giving him permission to take him away.
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