Part Three, or Blackjack and Typhlo Monopolize The Comm

[will_be_god]

When Cynthia returned to the ward the next day, the orderly who cleared her immediately whispered "You'd best watch yourself."

A scream of "Unworthy FOOLS!" from Cyrus's room said more than the nurse could. The guard who had been outside was gone from view, into the struggle inside

Comments

[landsharkchamp]

Cynthia listened intently to the doctor's words, frowning and shaking her head. She marched up to the bed, glaring at it's occupant.

"You never learn, do you? Have you been listening at all to what I've been telling you?" she snapped, quickly giving the nurses a comforting smile.

[will_be_god]

And Cyrus didn't pay her any mind, glaring at the guard who had put him there as the man cuffed him at the wrist again and the nurses restrained his legs. "Fools...you have no idea who you're dealing with, what I'm capable of, what I will do to you..."

One of the nurses prodded his shirt up and began to redo his bandages, revealing his scarred stomach.

"S-such miserable surroundings...so unworthy of my light..." The sedatives were starting to kick in, and his head drooped back to the pillow.

[landsharkchamp]

Cynthia just sighed, resting her face in her palm, watching the nurses fix his bandages. The wounds on his stomach were surprisingly severe; she hadn't realised that she'd clawed him so hard. But it had been necessary at the time, so she felt no remorse.

She moved up next to the bed, ensuring that she was not hindering the nurses. "Nice to see that you're being polite, pleasant and co-operative, as always, Cyrus." she said sardonically, looking down at him. She then inclined her head respectfully at the medical staff. "Please accept my apologies on behalf of him. He's had a...difficult time, this past few weeks. He doesn't mean any offence, really." And she glared at him, as if daring him to argue with her.

[will_be_god]

His muscles were weak from the sedatives, but his glare was as strong as it had ever been.

"You're the only person he talks to," the doctor reiterated. "Try and get something out of him. Last night, after he spoke to you, he was pleasant for the first time since he's been here. But then this morning..." The woman tossed her hands up in a very unprofessional motion before exiting. A few moments later, she was followed by everyone else, leaving the champion alone with the bound prisoner.

Cyrus stared at the door, then at Cynthia, then chuckled. "They trust you with me, do they? How very interesting. You haven't been telling them what I've said, have you?"