[Introduction: Jack Benjamin] Escape from the living death

[true_n_the_dark]

[Spoiler (click to open)]He'd done it. Jack had asked his own father to kill him, to order his execution. Thomasina had said, "Your father wants for you a living death, to brick you into a wall with someone who loves you - who you can't stand the sight of... until you produce an heir, which Silas will take, and raise right this time

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[sandman_slim]

Stark just wanted to piss in peace, not come on some scene out of every tv drama ever.

"Shit!"

At least he didn't just slam the door and leave it for someone else to find; maybe he was feeling more charitable today, or maybe the whole 'Brienne thing' was mellowing him out.

"Come on, asshole. That's no way to get out of here..." The Nephilim kneels in the water by the bath, reaching out to check the wounds and for a pulse and is glad when he finds one. He's got no qualms dragging a naked guy out of the bathtub and grabbing towels and the like to staunch the bleeding.

"You die on me, I'm going to kick your ass when you come back," he growls, tying off one wound tightly.

[sandman_slim]

Snark rolls his eyes slightly. "I can gag him, if that'd help you at all Doc."

He looks back down at the kid, Jack. "And nobody here gives two shits as to who you are or who your dad is. Lucky you. So calm the hell down right now."

[drleonardhmccoy]

"Well excuse me, your highness," McCoy snarks almost absently as he applies gauze to the stitched wound and wraps it. "Haven't met any kings or anyone named Silas. "Now keep quiet and hold still."

Bandaging complete, he rests the arm on Jack's chest and gestures at the other. "Nah, I'm used to it, but thanks anyway. Give me that arm and I'll get him finished up."

[true_n_the_dark]

This is seriously awful: he can't even die like he wants to.

FML exponant 203920392830298302832 is the expression on his face.

"Fuck off, both of you," is all that he finds to say.

After that, he'll be despondently silent. This just means he'll have to try again later.

[sandman_slim]

Stark lets the doctor get a look at the other arm, then turns to look at Prince Bratty McBullshit.

"You try this kind of stupid again, I will personally go to hell and drag you back kicking and screaming the whole way. I've done it before and I got no problem going back to hell to do it again."

Well, yeah, he kind of does have a problem, but this kid is pushing all of Stark's 'fed up' buttons.

[drleonardhmccoy]

McCoy snorts as he sets about cleaning and beginning to stitch the wound, he's decided that so far he rather likes this Stark guy. "Nope," he says to Jack as he rolls his eyes at Stark. "Sorry, pal, I'm a doctor, you're my patient, and that means my job is to put you back together."

[true_n_the_dark]

Fine then. Fine. He'll just have to find another way, no matter what Quasimodo has to say.

So Jack is going to be completely passive throughout. He won't even help them move him if they try.

[sandman_slim]

Stark's got no problems manhandling Prince Brat into any position the good Doctor wants him, just grateful the whiny ass has shut up.

"Lot of call for doctors around here," Stark says to the Doc. "Don't know if that's something you're looking forward to or not."

[drleonardhmccoy]

McCoy will take moving a limp body over one that's struggling any day, especially as he's got help. "Wouldn't know what to do with myself if there wasn't," he mutters over the last few stitches before reaching for the gauze. "Not that I want to see people getting hurt, mind. I'd be happy to sit around treating sniffles. But it's nice to be needed."

It's not really true. The man's an accomplished trauma surgeon after all. But it's a nice thought.

[true_n_the_dark]

Well, limp body is still limp. Jack understands that once more, he has to be sneaky, so for now, he's not going to react to anything.

He might even allow himself to pass out.

At least it's a temporary escape from this gorram nightmare.

Not even allowed to die on his own terms. He's not going to get over it for a while.

[sandman_slim]

Stark chuckles.

"Well, you'll be needed. Might come to regret those words." A pause. "I think the lord of the manor here's out like a light. We can move him easy now."

[drleonardhmccoy]

McCoy nods as he finishes bandaging and sits back on his heels, looking down at the kid. He's gonna have to have a little talk with him later, about just why he ended up naked and bleeding in a bathtub. "Any idea where we can move him?"

[sandman_slim]

"There's probably going to be an empty room nearby. This place likes to do that kind of crap." A slight chuckle. "Either that, or it'll be the farthest room and I'll wind up carrying a wet naked man the length of the Mansion. This place likes to do that too."

[drleonardhmccoy]

McCoy's eyebrow makes a run for his hairline. "This place likes to?" He shakes it off after a moment and sighs. "Lets get him out of the bathroom first. If there isn't a room here that's open, maybe we can at least find him a blanket or something."

[sandman_slim]

"You'll learn soon enough," Stark says, moving to lift the kid up. "There's always room at this inn, you know? Lead on, I'll follow. Just try some doors until you find a place that doesn't look taken."

[drleonardhmccoy]

"Sounds good," he says, quickly grabbing a towel and throwing it over the kid before heading into the hallway and trying doors. It might take a couple attempts but eventually one of the doors opens to a room that appears to be unused. "Over here," he calls. "This one looks good."