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]

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.

He grunts at the effort of it, slowly uncurling and supporting himself with his left, undamaged arm, his face tense as he extends his damaged right arm towards the other, who’s sitting on the bed (something Darc has failed to utilise ever since his arrival at the facility, given that he’s unaccustomed to the concept of furniture). His movements afford Vaarsuvius a better look at him, revealing the deep, dark bruises that litter his face and torso, along with the gashes and gouges he received during the previous week’s experiment.

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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."

[darc_nidellia]

Darc had no idea how to deal with this kind of talk even at the best of times, it was so far outside of his experiences, and he still felt resistant to the concept of friendship. Yet while he’d usually give Vaarsuvius his customary spiel concerning how deimos had allies and not friends, that this was a weak human concept, he simply didn’t have the energy or the capacity for it at that moment in time. Besides...he had no idea how he felt about that, anymore. He wasn’t a deimos after all, was he? He was....something else. Neither deimos nor human...and he supposed that was something he was going to have to live with. He wanted to inform Vaarsuvius that he had no value, but again, he just didn’t have the energy for it.

Instead, he silently held his hand out for Vaarsuvius to inspect, trying hard to keep the pain this movement caused him from crossing his face. This was easier to deal with than to try and put his feelings into words.

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Good thing that worked, or Vaarsuvius would have been one irritated elf.

Vaarsuvius looked down at his hand, resisting the urge to take it, and pointed at the wound carefully. "This will hurt, but only for a moment. Scorching Ray."

A beam of white heat burst out of the elf's finger, carefully cauterizing the wound before Vaarsuvius curled hir hand into a fist and shut off the magic.

[darc_nidellia]

Darc's muscles's tensed a bit as the heat lanced across his already-aching hand, but his face remained oddly expressionless; a little more pain wasn't going to do him any harm, he was very much accustomed to it, and it barely registered in the face of the sickening emptiness his encounter with Yang had left him with.

He curled his hand back in towards his body once the heat had faded, slowly this time, in an attempt to avoid jarring his ribs.

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"Take a drink. It will help." Vaarsuvius crossed hir legs, leaning forward to see him better. "I will need to cauterize any open wounds. It would be easier if you were to move to allow me to see them, if you can."

There was a pause, Vaarsuvius resisting the urge to chew on hir lip.

"I know you are not a fool, Darc. Do not act like one by putting stock in whatever slanderous things they said about you."

[darc_nidellia]

Darc gave a pained sigh before reaching for the water again, his limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive thanks to the wounds he had received combined with days of forced inactivity caused by the heavy shackles he’d been forced to wear. The last thing he wanted to do was to move, or for anyone to see him like this - for all that he deserved it - but Vaarsuvius had already made it clear that s/he wouldn’t leave until he had been tended to, and he lacked the energy for argument. He took small sips again, before placing the bottle down awkwardly beside him and attempting to shift a little to give the other a better view of his injuries.

‘They’re....not that bad. They don’t need looking at...’ he intoned, his eyes turned towards the floor.

He curled in on himself a little again on hearing Vaarsuvius’ next comment; this wasn’t something he was willing to discuss, not now. He didn’t want to think about it. ‘.....they didn’t....tell me anything I didn’t already know.’

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"And because of that, you should see that what you 'already know' is falsehood. They are sniveling, worthless cowards who only hide behind words and machines." Vaarsuvius shook hir head, resisting the urge to sigh. S/he had a feeling about what the doctors said to him. Just because s/he hadn't commented didn't mean s/he hadn't understood what Darc's shadow had said over the network. "I will not press you about it. You know I won't. But please remember that just because I will not ask you questions does not mean I am not willing to listen should you wish me to."

And with that, V was ready to drop the topic. The elf used the light s/he had put in the corner to see the wounds, ready to lie through hir teeth.

"Of course they aren't severe, Darc. You are not heavily wounded. It is only that I wish to make sure you do not become infected that I insist on remaining here."

Vaarsuvius pointed, "Scorching Ray," and cauterized the stab wounds carefully.