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sticksandbones2023-08-05 04:11 pm
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reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated
Who: Add + new friend + (partially) open !
What: Add is home shake him down if u want the lore
When: Early August
Where: The inn
Warnings: graphic injuries, needles, plant based body horror, no one is having a super great time over here sorry
What: Add is home shake him down if u want the lore
When: Early August
Where: The inn
Warnings: graphic injuries, needles, plant based body horror, no one is having a super great time over here sorry
pardon the mess [closed]
Perhaps you don't see the blood first. It's late in the evening when the door creaks open. Two sets of footsteps, wood clacking on wood and someone trying and failing to move quietly. Muffled voices, soft electronic beeps. Another door is opened and shut with care.
... but despite his best efforts, the trail of blood and dirty footprints leads straight to Add's room.
Someone rummages within, still faintly muttering under his breath.]
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He follows the footprints, the blood splatters, all the way up to Add's room. To the hallway, where they were once neighbours, where the last time he saw Add was a goodnight given from outside this very door. Elsword has done a good job of telling the other people in the Grove to stay out of this room — it's not yours, don't enter it, someone important to me was there once, he might have left something behind. Elsword has not checked to see if that was the case, but he assumed so. To see someone now using this room?
Well. He wouldn't describe himself as easy to piss off, but there's a stirring from behind the cobwebs in his cerebral cortex. A spark, a flicker of electricity, and Elsword whips the door open with the resolve of a man who might just kill someone if he finds anything destroyed.]
Get out. This room doesn't belong to—
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Add...?
[There's no way. The forest has to be fucking with him now; even so, Elsword surges forth, fleeting anger forgotten in lieu of several things he can't identify. He knows better than to just touch Add — the good doctor had never liked random hugs, something Elsword's fractured memory had retained as a general fact about him through the years — but he can't help but fall into his arms anyway. Add is getting a bear hug, nevermind the blood that will inevitably end up all over Elsword's clothing.]
Add— what happened?! Where did you— why are you—?
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Elsword—! [the barest hint of panic in his voice. He tries to push away, wiggling uselessly in Elsword's arms.] Calm down! Everything's fine, you can let go of me—
[it's not a very convincing show. embarrassing. he should be better than this, he sounds so pathetic, it won't work on—
wait... Elsword has to calm down?]
... Elsword?
[His struggles cease. Quietly, cautiously, craning his neck to try and see Elsword's face... but he can't see from this angle. There's too much blood in his eye.] Elsword, are you...
[are you alright?]
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There's a dam about to burst behind his eyes, and when he finally relaxes his grip, it's only so that he can cradle Add's face in his palm and really look at him through the gloom. The low light is offset by the subtle glow of his halo, enough to see something.]
You're hurt, [he murmurs,] let me see. Let me take care of you.
[Those words were one of the last things Elsword got to say to him before he disappeared. Unlike with most things that he doesn't have near-constant reminders of, that memory hasn't left him, even when Add's face was slipping out of his consciousness. Were it not for Felicity and Caoimhe, he might've asked Add who he is. What he thinks he's doing here, standing in the old room of someone important to him.
He supposes that he owes them thanks when tonight is over.]
cw: sorry if you don't like eye stuff, don't look in here
(he wants to gather the tears building in Elsword's eyes and put them under a microscope, who put those there, he hasn't come close to this in years)
He flinches a second later, turning his injured face away—trying to, even if it means leaning further into Elsword's hold. He struggles to regain composure, fighting a losing battle against himself... he has to settle on a sour look, like the first time he bit into a demon lemon.]
... alright. That's fine. [he can accept help. it's easier if he does, sometimes... but he still feels the need to explain,] It's not as bad as it looks. Only about a liter of blood loss, so I'll be fine, really.
[you know, aside from the roughly gouged hole where his right eye used to be. it'll still take some prying to free his hand from covering it up.]
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That's always what you say, [he settles on, crossly at that, as he backs Add up to sit down. Likely on the bed, that seems to be within reach.] "It's not that bad." Move your hand.
[Even if Add doesn't, which it seems like he won't, Elsword will pry that hand away thank you. And...
...
He flinches, exhaling a sharp "ah" sound. That's probably one of the worst injuries he's seen where friends are concerned. Yet again, Elsword has to bite his tongue. "Don't hide your symptoms from me," something Add had said months ago during their last conversation, and here he is trying to hide the fact that he's missing a damn eye.
They can talk about it later. Elsword blinks the tears out of his eyes, says "hold on", and then dips for a minute. When he comes back, he's holding a wet cloth in his hand, and he gently begins cleaning Add up. Only one of them is the medical professional here; Elsword doesn't know how to begin dressing a wound this awful, so close to the brain, but he can at least heal any open wounds and clean off what he can.]
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...
it's not a good reaction, he thinks. he tries to think less on it.
... he came in here for fresh bandages, so despite the implied "stay put", he's up and rummaging again the moment Elsword steps out. Also, where is Nene? He is checking on Nene. He's assigning a dynamo to keep track of her... she can sit in the corner and hold the extra bandages for him if she wants. Sorry his not-boyfriend is ignoring you, introductions might have to wait a little longer.
When Elsword returns, Add is sitting again but with more supplies out... well, Elsword has two functional eyes for this, so Add decides to work with what he has. Add can be the brains, Elsword can be the hands. They have a clean cloth, bandages, some spare drugs and painkillers...]
Follow my instructions. We'll start with cleaning the injury, you should know that much on your own. [soft, steady, calm. he can do this. and if he flinches at contact with the open wound, he's trying his best to hold it in. sudden movements will only risk making it worse.]
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Elsword shuts up and does as instructed while they work on this together. It's helpful, to have the extra guidance, because otherwise he truly would've just washed it, healed what he could, bandaged it up, and left it. There's not much of a point to bandaging a healed-over hole in Add's skull save for keeping an infection out of the socket proper, but that's what they'll wind up doing. It helps with making him a little less scary to look at, if anyone else were to see him in this state.
When all is said and done, Elsword sits on the bed next to Add, resting his elbows on his thighs, letting his hands drop between parted knees. They're bloody, smeared and dried and needing badly to be washed just like everything else in this room. This is not the first nor the last time Elsword will be covered in blood in his life, so the cleanup falls low on the priority tree for him.
No, he wants to talk instead, and talking has never been Elsword's strong suit. Even when he had a full range of emotions, he always blurted out the first thing that came to mind, so why is he hesitating now? Where does he begin with this?]
...I'm sorry, [is what he says to break the minute-long silence,] if I'd known that leaving you that night would've had this ending for you, I wouldn't have left at all.
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He relaxes, just a little, as they make their progress. Work like this calms him down. It's not as effective when he's the patient, but if he separates his mind from the situation... just a little dissociation is fine, probably. He's a great doctor. His student is doing well. Too bad about that patient, though.
Eventually, it's over. He stares at Elsword, slouched over on the bed next to him... he feels hollow, drained. The mask has long since been discarded, but his face reveals nothing. He searches for answers in Elsword's tired face, half blotted out by his blind spot.
Good work is what he should say. Thank you for your help. Something, anything...
Elsword speaks before he can make up his mind. A nonsense apology—no, no, that can't be right. Add furrows his brow, his tone patient but firm.]
What does that have to do with it? This isn't your fault, Elsword. You can't be expected to monitor my every move.
[but if that's true, then whose fault is it?
he glances away, the beginnings of guilt trickling back in. he wrings his hands in his lap.]
... I made a miscalculation. It's my error, not yours.
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visiting hours are now [open]
He opens the door by a crack, just enough to show half his face. Add smiles, weariness seeping through his gentle facade.] Can I help you?
Re: visiting hours are now [open]
( felicity stares for a moment, stunned, before relief washes over her- she visibly crumples against the door, head resting against the wood as she tries to smile. )
You're- do you know how worried we were? You're joining us for dinner. I'm cooking tonight.
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It was hardly my intention, but I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you for the invitation. I'll head down once I'm done my work.
[it's easier to just go along with it, because he has no plans of leaving his room tonight at all. he'll just "forget" and say he's too busy when she comes back to drag him out. Dynamo can bring him leftovers later...]
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( he's not even being subtle about it- but she'll give him a bit of time to come forward himself. as annoying as he can be, she's not cruel- but she's not about to leave him like this, either. )
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He glances back at the soil and flowers on his desk, drumming his fingers on the doorframe. Hmm.]
... Sorry, but I don't want to rush into any conclusions. I'll share what I've discovered in due time. [that's also a lie. well, he'll share whatever he decides is necessary. certain details, though...]
I appreciate your concern, but I have this matter under control.
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It's not about control, Add.
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[a slight tilt of his head, smiling coyly like he's caught her in a trap. ignore those bandages peeking out, wrapped around the hidden side of his face. those aren't important.]
Us medical professionals have a term called "patient confidentiality". Perhaps you've heard of it, Felicity?
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I'm fucking worried about you, you've been gone for- I don't know how long, but too long. When's the last time you ate a good meal? Rested properly? We don't know what's out there and I have literally no reason to trust anything you say because you're a goddamn workaholic.
... And if you're the patient, you need to let someone else be the doctor for once.
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OK BUT THE CORRECT WAY THIS TIME
[ Caoimhe had to BUILD UP HER NERVES!! To show herself here, but she adamantly wanted to speak to him. See him, make sure he was okay. ]
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Oh, it's quite alright. Thank you for thinking of me! I'd hate to be a bother, so please don't feel the need to trouble yourself. I already have everything taken care of.
[... it feels like she might cry if he rejects her outright. please, just leave peacefully on your own. he doesn't want to make a scene here in the hallway...]
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[ SHE CRIES - just kidding. She does look really upset, but it seems she is upset about something unrelated... A thought in passing comes to her mind, as if giving her a second wind and with renewed spirit. She speaks. ]
I-Its about Elsword as well... I had hoped to... Tell you and talk to you about it.
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[Congrats, she spoke the magic words. The door isn't any more open just yet, but he watches her a little more intensely through the gap. Well?]
Did something happen while I was gone? Tell me.
kawaii.....
[ Her hands bundle into one another, nervously. ]
I-I hope that is okay?
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He has a hand to his chin by the end of it, leaning into the doorway. His expression reveals little—he's not forcing on a smile yet, anyway.]
I appreciate your efforts to strengthen his memory. An illusion of my image, though... I'd like to see what that looks like. I can't form an opinion on something I haven't personally seen.
[Sharing images of Add would be no different from having some photos on hand... assuming the image is accurate. And flattering. He doesn't know this person too well, so there's no telling what she showed Elsword.]
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[ Caoimhe adjusts to pull her Harp from her side. It is strapped to her back, and she begins to take the leather working around it that protected it from outside forces. She kind of put her fingers in place, and awkwardly looks towards him waiting to show him... If he lets her, she will play a gentle melody. Warm winds would blow softly within the hall and eventually an illusion of him will filter into view. It looks exactly like him - eerily so. Paying mind to Caoimhe's attention to details, the face on this ADD is static - everything about this illusion is static in nature. There is just a very angry looking ADD standing there looking.. Rather menacing. ]
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