Day 44: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[mizuhomaiden]

As soon as she had the chance, Sheena ninja'd herself out of the cafeteria and away from the conversation she'd been semi-forced to have. She probably could have just clammed up and told the boys to go away, but she'd kind of owed at least Endrance some kind of explanation. It wasn't everyday the embodiment of darkness pops up and delivers a

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[runner_up_robot]

[from here]

After he had been thoroughly cleaned by the nurse and orderlies, Forte's arm and hand were dressed and bandaged again, and he was dried off and dressed again. His hair would still take a while to completely dry, but the whole process seemed to be very thorough, but surprisingly quick. For Forte, no amount of time could be short enough.

His arm was covered again, dry and secure against his chest, where he couldn't bang it up or stretch the healing skin. But he'd seen it, the disgusting mess of inflamed skin, and he knew it was still there, hidden under the gauze, along with the rest of his wounds - all over his body. It was easier to ignore, now that it was tucked away and vaguely sore, not exposed and stinging, but his bravado about the injuries was completely deflated. Were humans ever supposed to look like that? Well, obviously not, but was it getting better or worse? Was that how it healed or had something gone wrong? Normally, he wouldn't trust the nurses for the time of day, but she was very calm about it, and he grasped onto that as a sign that he was progressing normally.

He was no longer sure that his victory was so clear, or that his body would heal on its own without help. Mostly, though, he was still feeling sick and weak from both the shock and having vomited in the showers.

[freshly traumatized robot, free to a good home]

[no_barbarian]

Teisel had made it clear to his nurse in no uncertain terms that, no, art therapy was not what he needed to brighten his day. Wisely, she left him to his own devices. Spotting Forte (looking slightly soggy and worse for wear), he made a beeline for him. Forte was one of the least obnoxious people here, and they hadn't caught up much since his reappearance.

"What's up, kid?" Boy, he sure looked pale. "Are you okay? You look like crap."

[runner_up_robot]

Forte looked up at Teisel, then back down at the sling on his chest, still shaken. "I saw what's under these bandages. It... metal doesn't do that." Had it looked like that when he was attacked? It was hazy, all he remembered was blood everywhere and pain.

[no_barbarian]

"Ah." A bad injury could be traumatic enough even when you were expecting blood and gore. It was still hard for Teisel to really wrap him mind around the robot thing. "Yeah, I'll bet it was none too pretty. It'll heal." He wasn't any good at being sensitive, or comforting, but in this case it was probably better not to make a big production out of it...

[runner_up_robot]

Forte wasn't very reassured. But the nurse didn't seem to think it was such a big deal, and his little... sting from the first night had looked bad, and healed. "Do- do humans really get this hurt? And come back from it? Will it all... work the same?" He'd assumed that he would be restored to his previous condition, but he didn't know - a human couldn't just replace its parts, after all. Did it just... grow new muscle and skin to repair the damage? Was that what was happening? Somehow, the thought wasn't any less disgusting.

[no_barbarian]

"Oh, yeah," Teisel drawled, "all the time. I've had way worse than that myself and I'm just fine." He gave Forte's bandaged arm an appraising look. "It'll probably be okay; you might end up with a lot of scarring, is all." That cosmetic stuff had never bothered Teisel that much. On the contrary, anything that made him look more fearsome was fine by him.