Aftermath|Recharge

[fight4theusers]

Who: fight4theusers and theuserabides
What: Aftermath of this thread, Tron's been repaired, but there's still some major issues going on. IN HIS HEAD.
When: Backdated to just after Tron and Clu's fight.
Where: Tronhaus.
Warnings: Potential mentions of abuse and PTSD, nightmare images

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[theuserabides]

"'Hurt' is kinda overstating things," Flynn said, waving a hand--not the one attached to the scraped-up arm. That one stung when he moved it. Still, the assorted cuts and bruises didn't add up to more than an annoyance. "Need to slap a band-aid on the elbow and that's about it." Then let the process of User healing take over. It might have been slow, but at least it was automatic.

"Still. Can't really do it one-handed. C'mon." He gestured for Tron to follow along. Time to learn about the medicine cabinet, program.

[fight4theusers]

Tron nodded, following Flynn without question. He realized that Flynn's injuries were not serious, but still... they could have been far worse, had Clu not been there to stop him. Just that thought alone was enough to make his internal functions glitch... the idea that he could have seriously injured or even killed Flynn made him want to derezz right then and there.

"Tell me what to do," he said softly, following Flynn into the small room. He hadn't spent much time in here at all, save for his short stint as a human himself (the aftermath of his drunken experience hadn't been pleasant, to say the least), and he still wasn't sure what items in here were needed for healing a User, nor where they could be found.

[theuserabides]

Flynn's answer was to root around in the closet in search of band-aids and antiseptic. It had been a very long time since he'd needed anything of the sort, and he wasn't certain he'd recognize the Sacrosanct equivalent...though how many ways to package adhesive bandages could there be?

Okay, these looked right.

"The spray is a disinfectant. ...I think." He checked the label to make sure he wasn't about to have Tron spray an open cut with deodorant. Though, now that he thought about it, that would take care of anything growing in it. "Then it just needs to be covered to heal

[fight4theusers]

This wasn't the first time Tron had seen blood. Flynn had given himself more than a few cuts and scrapes in his time on the Grid. In fact, Tron should have been grateful for it; it kept him from derezzing Sam as he recognized him as a User from the drops of blood spilled on the arena floor. Still, he winced faintly, knowing that he had been the one to cause the injury, minor though it may be.

"All right. I can do that." He honestly wasn't up for asking too many questions right now, his processor still too full of what had happened over the past hour or so. Having the vague idea that the dried blood needed to be cleaned away first, he grabbed a cloth and wet it in the sink, then began carefully dabbing around the still-oozing scrape.

"I..." he started, then cut himself off. Flynn didn't need more apologies. "I'm glad it isn't worse than this."

[theuserabides]

Flynn watched dispassionately. It smarted, but not enough that he couldn't keep himself from wincing. Tron already felt bad enough without thinking he was hurting Flynn more.

"I'm glad you're okay." After all, Flynn wasn't the one who'd had his chest ripped open with a disc. The memory of seeing it pushed its way to the front of his mind again, and this time, he did wince, trying not to dwell on the unrealized possibilities--what if the blow had been fatal, what if he'd been too late, what if Clu hadn't called him...

If anyone knew not to dwell on the past, he did, but his hard-won mental discipline wasn't enough to banish the phantom image of Tron dissolving into pixels before his eyes.