Of All People, You're the One to Show

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Who: Darc and Vaarsuvius
When: Sunday reset, Rebellion week
Where: 9A
Summary: Darc never pinged the network. Vaarsuvius knows how he works. So, of course, V goes to make sure he gets the medical attention he needs. 
Rating: PG-13? 
Warnings: Not much. Darc's language.

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[darc_nidellia]

Darc barely even registered the fact that someone had just entered the room; he remained where he was, curled up on his side with his back to the door, the savage lacerations and welts from where he’d been whipped clearly visible, trails of dried blood running the length of his flesh. He didn’t have either the energy or the inclination to attempt to move at the moment, both the dehydration and starvation he was currently suffering from would likely have made it impossible.

‘Get out...’ he muttered gruffly through bruised and bloodied lips, his words sounding barely coherent even to him as he managed to force them out.

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Vaarsuvius's expression flickered at the sight of his wounds, and suddenly, s/he was a lot gladder that s/he hadn't watched the television. S/he kept hir feelings from registering too much on hir face, though. S/he knew where hir focus had to be, and with any luck, he wouldn't see the signs of sleep deprivation and strain on hir face.

"Frankly, as much as I would like to respect your wishes, Darc, respecting your wishes does not amount to much if it ends with you dead."

[darc_nidellia]

‘....I’m fine,’ the half-breed grunted by way of response, his voice sounding even rougher and more gravelly than usual thanks to the lack of liquids he’d been forced to endure over the past several days. Still....his assertions sounded ridiculous given the state that he was currently in; even if Vaarsuvius could only see his back, it was more than enough to let the other know that he was a very long way from being fine...

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"I am sure you are, but I simply wish to make sure you remain fine and you do not get infected."

Yes, that was a lie, but s/he was trying to preserve his pride at the very least.

Vaarsuvius glanced around the room, holding out one hand towards the corner.

"Let us bring some light in here, shall we?"

S/he snapped hir fingers, a heatless purple flame appearing in hir palm, and s/he took hir hand away, leaving the flame suspended in the air.

"Can you sit up?"

[darc_nidellia]

Darc made no response at all on hearing Vaarsuvius' question, only inadvertently curling on on himself a little further and keeping his eyes closed against the light the other had brought into his darkened room. In al honesty he wasn't sure that he could; the bruising and broken ribs along with the gouges in his flesh making even breathing difficult. He'd rather Vaarsuius left and left him to it, let him sleep it off or something, but he could tell from the other's tone of voice that s/he wasn't going to allow him to do this, and he wasn't exactly in a position to enforce his will at that moment in time.

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"The sooner I have had a chance to treat you, the sooner I can leave you on your own. I understand how you wish to be alone at the moment as that is how I feel when I am in similar situations, but honestly, if my comrades didn't disregard me and keep healing while I protested, I wouldn't be here."

Vaarsuvius sat on the edge of the bed, keeping away from Darc to give him some space, and s/he pulled open the pouch around hir neck, revealing that it was bigger on the inside than the outside when s/he pulled out a bottle of water and held it out to him.

"The water is sugared. You need to be rehydrated and consume sugar."

[darc_nidellia]

Again, the half-breed fails to make any kind of response for quite some time; he knows he needs water, he can’t quite remember when the last time he’d been given anything to drink had been, but even sitting p and reaching for it seemed like so much effort and given the way he was currently feeling, he saw very little point in looking after himself. Still...the held has said s/he wouldn’t leave until s/he’d ensured that he’s received some kind of treatment, so after several long and silent moments, he makes an attempt at dragging himself into a sitting position

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Vaarsuvius withheld a grimace, keeping hir face relatively neutral. S/he didn't look too well either--the circles under hir eyes were stark, hir skin was pallid, and if one were to concentrate, veins were beginning to become visible around the edges of hir face. Classic signs of days without trancing. Luckily, Darc didn't look to be in any condition to really notice that.

Vaarsuvius allowed him to take the bottle, then s/he reached into the pouch again and pulled out a bag of popcorn.

"Eat this if you feel you can keep it down."

S/he put it next to him, examining his wounds closely with hir eyes.

[darc_nidellia]

Darc took the bottle of water, inadvertantly wincing and almost dropping it as pain flaired through his hand, emanating from the open, untreated wound he'd received while in Yang's care. He was so very thirsty, but he knows better than to drink too much after days of going without; he was no stranger to this kind of treatment after all. He'd received worse than this in the past...

His face is oddly passive as he watches V place the bag of popcorn down beside him (whatever that was), his crimson eyes looking uncharacteristically vacant. He needed it....he knew he did, but he didn't think he could manage it just yet, his overt feelings of hunger having long since dissapipated over the course of the week.

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Vaarsuvius did hir best to hide hir concern, but it was getting harder the longer Darc didn't say anything.

"Will you allow me to touch your hand? I can treat that wound and remove the pain."

[darc_nidellia]

Darc pulled his hand just a little too quickly in towards his body when the elf asked whether he could touch it, immediately wishing that he hadn't as the movement caused a shot of pain to lance through his broken ribs.

'It's fine,' he attempted to assert, despite the fact that anyone would be able to see this wasn't the case. Still, again, his voice lacked a lot of the force it would usually carry if someone had asked to touch him, and there was no hint of the hissing or growling that he usually engaged in when dealing with healers.

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Vaarsuvius couldn't stop a small flicker of concern from showing, but with any luck, Darc was too distracted to notice.

"I will not touch you if you do not wish it, Darc. All you have to do is tell me no and I will respect that." Vaarsuvius tucked a wayward strand of hair behind hir ear, beginning to wonder if s/he should bring out the tribbles. Thoes little creatures were very therapeutic. "I can try to treat you without touch, but you will need to hold out your hand."

He's being difficult >.<

[darc_nidellia]

'....I'd rather you didn't,' the half-breed intoned gruffly after several moments delay, his eyes turned resolutely towards the floor. He knew he should accept some kind of help, given the amount of blood he'd lost and the depth of his injuries. But he couldn't quite shake off the thought that he didn't deserve any assistance, not after what he'd done (or failed to do), not when he was this worthless.

'...It'll heal on it's own. Just...leave me the water, or something. I'll be alright.'

He doesn't know how stubborn V can be XD

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Vaarsuvius hesitated, trying to think about what to say. S/he had a feeling of what would help, but it took a moment to really squash hir pride enough to say it.

Hir pride had come before too many people. It was time to let it come last.

"...I was quite concerned when I realized you were gone, Darc," s/he started slowly, fingering hir sleeve. "I do not like being powerless to help those I feel affinity for. Please do not make me feel so powerless again."

Lol....

[darc_nidellia]

Darc gave Vaarsuvius a side-long look on hearing that, his surprise and confusion showing just a little through the curious and uncharacteristic blankness on his small, pointed face.

'Why would you be concerned about me? It makes....no sense,' his words were slightly laboured thanks to the pain from his broken ribs, though he was doing his best to ignore it; he'd broken them before after all...

Re: Lol....

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"You saved my life, Darc. And you were one of the first people to speak to me civilly in this place. That means something."

Vaarsuvius wasn't making eye-contact, preferring to keep fiddling with hir sleeve and trying to ignore the red color coming to the tips of hir ears.

"Friends have value."