RP logs with Hugo and Mathiu
This is posted late but Life happens right?
Futch: *sits in his bed, his blankets wrapped around him, looking out the window*
Hugo: *wakes up, his hair disheveled, and takes a quick scan of the infirmary to see if anyone's up.* 'lo Futch.
Futch: *glances at Hugo for a moment than turns back to the window*
Hugo: *gets up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.* Whatcha looking at?
Futch: ...I'm waiting...
Hugo: For Landis?
Futch: *nods* I don't think he's coming back though
Hugo: You hungry?
Futch: No
Hugo: *tries not to, but concerns creeps into his voice.* When was the last time you ate?
Futch: ...I dunno
Hugo: I can fix you a sandwich ... you can always save it until later.
Futch:...Sure
Hugo: *occupies himself making a sandwich for Futch, and he hums to himself.*
Futch: *continues to stare out the window...being angsty*
Hugo: *comes back with a sandwich for Futch.* Is it ... okay if I put it beside you on the bed?
Futch: *nods*
Hugo: *comes up and places the sandwich beside Futch, and notices a box lying on the floor.* What's this?
Futch: *moves away from Hugo discreetly* Sharon brought it...
Hugo: *bends down and picks up the box.* It looks like sweets.
Futch: *nods* Star must have knocked them over *looks away from the box and focuses on his fingers*
Hugo: What is it?
Futch: *quickly* Nothing
Hugo: *sits down, with the box on his lap. Futch answered too quickly for Hugo to believe him, and so he raises an eyebrow.*
Futch: *backs into corner of bed*
Hugo: *looks concerned* Was it something I said?
Futch: *shakes his head* Just ...too close
Hugo: ... Futch?
Futch: *stuttering slightly* Yo..you're t too close
Hugo: *he backs away slowly.* This better?
Futch: *nods* Ye..yeah
Hugo: Tell me if I get too close again, ok? *sits down in the chair he dragged back away from Futch's bed.*
Futch: *hides his face behind his knees* I'm sorry
Hugo: You don't have to apologize to me.
Futch: *sniffles slightly* I should be better than this. I'm been trained to be a soldier since I was five...
Hugo: *wishes he could comfort Futch, but he stays where he is, listening.*
Futch: I'm nearly 33, I shouldn't be acting like...like
Hugo: ... like a fifteen year old?
Futch: *nods*
Futch: I'm a sorry excuse for a dragon knight
Hugo: *shakes his head* No you aren't. It's no easy thing ....
Futch: *sniffles* If...If I had...Just taken that potion then maybe this wouldn't have happened to me.
Hugo: You don't know that, and you can't keep beating yourself up about that.
Futch: ...I guess
Hugo: There's no guessing about it, Futch. I guess ... the past is over and we've really only got the here and now. *seems a bit lost, because he's trying to remember how Cecile said this to him.*
Futch: *wraps himself tighter in the blanket*
Hugo: Futch ... is there anything I can do?
Futch: *shakes his head*
Hugo: *draws his knees up onto the chair, and rests his head on them, looking at Futch.*
Futch: I'm sorry
Hugo: *shakes his head* No, I'm sorry.
Futch: You didn't do anything wrong though
Hugo: I couldn't protect you, or the other people in here. And I almost went after Fred on my own, even though I knew it was reckless and a horrible idea.
Futch: *Doesn't know what to say, but still feels like he's at fault*
Hugo: Maybe we both need to realize its not our faults.
Futch: *makes a non-committle grunt*
Hugo: *rubs his nose* I can leave you alone, if you want.
Futch: *makes another grunt*
Hugo: I'll take that as a yes. If you need me, just call, okay? I'm just going to be reading.
Futch: *nods, slightly and just sits there*
Hugo: *gets up and takes the long way back to his cot, since it means he won't have to walk any closer to Futch.*
Futch: *is staring out the window nearest his bed, as if waiting for something, someone*
Mathiu: *stands at the foot of Futch's bed and calls to him gently* Futch?
Futch: *glances at him and speaks weakly* Hi
Mathiu: *notices the gifts on Futch's bed--a sandwich and a box of sweets and moves them to the night stand next to the bed* I brought you some medicine for the pain.
Futch: *looks up at him, slightly fearful*
Mathiu: *he keeps his voice even and gentle* I need to talk to you about your injuries and tell you what I did to treat them and what I need you to do for them. May I sit?
Futch: *nods* Yes *backs up a little*
Mathiu: *pulls a chair up to the bed* I stitched all of your wounds. The stitches may itch--especially in the sensitive areas--so if they do we can apply some salve to them.
Futch: *shifts uncomfortably* Can't...I do that myself?
Mathiu: Yes you can and I think you should.
Futch: *slumps with relief* Thank you Mathiu
Mathiu: *sighs* I also spoke with Cray.
Futch: *stiffens* ...he knows?
Mathiu: *nods* And he is concerned about you. *pauses* Futch, I can fix your broken bones and stitch your wounds and give you medicine, but the only way you are going to get better is to talk to people you trust.
Futch:....What happened to doctor confidentiality?
Mathiu: *shakes his head* I had to do what I thought was best for you and your father knowing what happened to you seemed to be in your best interest.
Futch: I...Don't want people to know...
Mathiu: I can understand that but I know that you trust Cray. I did not make the decision lightly.
Futch: ...* turns head towards the window* Who else knows?
Mathiu: Who else do you wanto know?
Futch: *hotly* I don't want anyone to know. Who else did you tell?
Mathiu: *calmly* Hugo, because he has to help me treat you.
Futch: I expected that! *near tears*
Mathiu: *reaches a hand towards Futch*
Futch: *eyes go wide and he backs up from Mathiu*
Mathiu: *pulls back and nods to Futch* It's all right. I won't touch you if you don't want me to.
Futch: *slumps tearing up* Why am I like this! I'm 33! I should now that you're not going to hurt me...but...but...
Mathiu: *frowns* Futch, may I tell you something?
Futch: What?
Mathiu: *he is careful with his words, picking over them gently* Rape is not about anything but control. It is not an act of love. It is not an act of passion. It is only a method of subjugating someone. You survived that. But now, you are now back in control. No one in this clinic will touch you or do anything to you unless you give them permission to do so remember that
Futch: ...*doesn't quite know what to say so inspects his fingernails*
Mathiu: *stands up* There is some pain medication on your nightstand as well as a sandwich and some sweets. You should eat and take the medicine.
Futch: Not hungry
Mathiu: *nods* Well, I'll leave it there in case you get hungry.
Futch: ...OK
Mathiu: I'll leave some of the salve there, too. In case you need it. *starts to walk away*
Futch: *sits in his bed, his blankets wrapped around him, looking out the window*
Hugo: *wakes up, his hair disheveled, and takes a quick scan of the infirmary to see if anyone's up.* 'lo Futch.
Futch: *glances at Hugo for a moment than turns back to the window*
Hugo: *gets up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.* Whatcha looking at?
Futch: ...I'm waiting...
Hugo: For Landis?
Futch: *nods* I don't think he's coming back though
Hugo: You hungry?
Futch: No
Hugo: *tries not to, but concerns creeps into his voice.* When was the last time you ate?
Futch: ...I dunno
Hugo: I can fix you a sandwich ... you can always save it until later.
Futch:...Sure
Hugo: *occupies himself making a sandwich for Futch, and he hums to himself.*
Futch: *continues to stare out the window...being angsty*
Hugo: *comes back with a sandwich for Futch.* Is it ... okay if I put it beside you on the bed?
Futch: *nods*
Hugo: *comes up and places the sandwich beside Futch, and notices a box lying on the floor.* What's this?
Futch: *moves away from Hugo discreetly* Sharon brought it...
Hugo: *bends down and picks up the box.* It looks like sweets.
Futch: *nods* Star must have knocked them over *looks away from the box and focuses on his fingers*
Hugo: What is it?
Futch: *quickly* Nothing
Hugo: *sits down, with the box on his lap. Futch answered too quickly for Hugo to believe him, and so he raises an eyebrow.*
Futch: *backs into corner of bed*
Hugo: *looks concerned* Was it something I said?
Futch: *shakes his head* Just ...too close
Hugo: ... Futch?
Futch: *stuttering slightly* Yo..you're t too close
Hugo: *he backs away slowly.* This better?
Futch: *nods* Ye..yeah
Hugo: Tell me if I get too close again, ok? *sits down in the chair he dragged back away from Futch's bed.*
Futch: *hides his face behind his knees* I'm sorry
Hugo: You don't have to apologize to me.
Futch: *sniffles slightly* I should be better than this. I'm been trained to be a soldier since I was five...
Hugo: *wishes he could comfort Futch, but he stays where he is, listening.*
Futch: I'm nearly 33, I shouldn't be acting like...like
Hugo: ... like a fifteen year old?
Futch: *nods*
Futch: I'm a sorry excuse for a dragon knight
Hugo: *shakes his head* No you aren't. It's no easy thing ....
Futch: *sniffles* If...If I had...Just taken that potion then maybe this wouldn't have happened to me.
Hugo: You don't know that, and you can't keep beating yourself up about that.
Futch: ...I guess
Hugo: There's no guessing about it, Futch. I guess ... the past is over and we've really only got the here and now. *seems a bit lost, because he's trying to remember how Cecile said this to him.*
Futch: *wraps himself tighter in the blanket*
Hugo: Futch ... is there anything I can do?
Futch: *shakes his head*
Hugo: *draws his knees up onto the chair, and rests his head on them, looking at Futch.*
Futch: I'm sorry
Hugo: *shakes his head* No, I'm sorry.
Futch: You didn't do anything wrong though
Hugo: I couldn't protect you, or the other people in here. And I almost went after Fred on my own, even though I knew it was reckless and a horrible idea.
Futch: *Doesn't know what to say, but still feels like he's at fault*
Hugo: Maybe we both need to realize its not our faults.
Futch: *makes a non-committle grunt*
Hugo: *rubs his nose* I can leave you alone, if you want.
Futch: *makes another grunt*
Hugo: I'll take that as a yes. If you need me, just call, okay? I'm just going to be reading.
Futch: *nods, slightly and just sits there*
Hugo: *gets up and takes the long way back to his cot, since it means he won't have to walk any closer to Futch.*
Futch: *is staring out the window nearest his bed, as if waiting for something, someone*
Mathiu: *stands at the foot of Futch's bed and calls to him gently* Futch?
Futch: *glances at him and speaks weakly* Hi
Mathiu: *notices the gifts on Futch's bed--a sandwich and a box of sweets and moves them to the night stand next to the bed* I brought you some medicine for the pain.
Futch: *looks up at him, slightly fearful*
Mathiu: *he keeps his voice even and gentle* I need to talk to you about your injuries and tell you what I did to treat them and what I need you to do for them. May I sit?
Futch: *nods* Yes *backs up a little*
Mathiu: *pulls a chair up to the bed* I stitched all of your wounds. The stitches may itch--especially in the sensitive areas--so if they do we can apply some salve to them.
Futch: *shifts uncomfortably* Can't...I do that myself?
Mathiu: Yes you can and I think you should.
Futch: *slumps with relief* Thank you Mathiu
Mathiu: *sighs* I also spoke with Cray.
Futch: *stiffens* ...he knows?
Mathiu: *nods* And he is concerned about you. *pauses* Futch, I can fix your broken bones and stitch your wounds and give you medicine, but the only way you are going to get better is to talk to people you trust.
Futch:....What happened to doctor confidentiality?
Mathiu: *shakes his head* I had to do what I thought was best for you and your father knowing what happened to you seemed to be in your best interest.
Futch: I...Don't want people to know...
Mathiu: I can understand that but I know that you trust Cray. I did not make the decision lightly.
Futch: ...* turns head towards the window* Who else knows?
Mathiu: Who else do you wanto know?
Futch: *hotly* I don't want anyone to know. Who else did you tell?
Mathiu: *calmly* Hugo, because he has to help me treat you.
Futch: I expected that! *near tears*
Mathiu: *reaches a hand towards Futch*
Futch: *eyes go wide and he backs up from Mathiu*
Mathiu: *pulls back and nods to Futch* It's all right. I won't touch you if you don't want me to.
Futch: *slumps tearing up* Why am I like this! I'm 33! I should now that you're not going to hurt me...but...but...
Mathiu: *frowns* Futch, may I tell you something?
Futch: What?
Mathiu: *he is careful with his words, picking over them gently* Rape is not about anything but control. It is not an act of love. It is not an act of passion. It is only a method of subjugating someone. You survived that. But now, you are now back in control. No one in this clinic will touch you or do anything to you unless you give them permission to do so remember that
Futch: ...*doesn't quite know what to say so inspects his fingernails*
Mathiu: *stands up* There is some pain medication on your nightstand as well as a sandwich and some sweets. You should eat and take the medicine.
Futch: Not hungry
Mathiu: *nods* Well, I'll leave it there in case you get hungry.
Futch: ...OK
Mathiu: I'll leave some of the salve there, too. In case you need it. *starts to walk away*