Intending to burn, pretending to fight it

[bloodandclaws]

WHO: Ken Hidaka (bloodandclaws); OPEN
WHAT: Ken's nightmare aka Famine being a bitch to her characters
WHERE: The clinic
WHEN: Mid-afternoon

Comments

lol sorry, this whore is everywhere. 8|

[adoctornotamuse]

Things were beginning to die down... Somewhat. Luckily, less people were dreaming about their stomachs being ripped open or their arms being snapped or whatever the crazy people in this place dreamt about. Leonard cleaned his hands, letting out a sigh of relief. Hopefully it would all end soon

rofl THAT IS A-OK.

[bloodandclaws]

Ken barely registered the fact that he was out of the room--he felt like he was still burning, his lungs were still filled with smoke. Mary, Mother of God he'd never wanted to live through anything like that again. It hurt. Not just the burns--and the fact that they hurt was in itself a blessing, meaning that the nerves were still alive, the burns were second degree at worst, but realizing that would require objectivity that Ken really didn't have to spare at the moment--but the knowledge that Kase had hated him enough to kill him like that. To take his dreams, the only thing he'd ever wanted, grind them into dust, and then to add injury atop of insult, leave him to die in probably the most painful and terrifying way possible.

And then whoever had grabbed him left him on another bed and rushed off--probably to put out whatever remained of the fire before it spread. Ignoring the stabbing pain, Ken curled in on himself and just laid there.

[adoctornotamuse]

After about ten minutes, all the smoke was cleared out of the clinic but the smell of burning cloth remained. The bed that Ken was previously on had a large patch that was burned away. McCoy sighed. He did not expect that fire could come from the dreams.

Finally, he made his way back to Ken. His eyebrows drew together as he saw the man curled up in a ball, looking like he was in agony. Leonard reached his hand down, touching the man's arm softly. He needed to see how bad the wounds were but he couldn't touch him if he was going through severe trauma. That wasn't something Bones wanted to deal with. "Can you hear me?" He asked softly, trying to get the other's attention.

[bloodandclaws]

Ken flinched away from the contact, even though it wasn't anything intended to harm. He really didn't want to be touched right now. "Yes," he responded shortly. Rude though it may seem--he'd just relived one of the most terrible nights of his life, he really didn't give half a shit about his people skills at the moment.

[truthandfreesia]

The moment he caught wind of Ken's obvious turmoil, he'd dropped his patrolling and immediately hurried to the clinic. As fast as he ran, he couldn't help thinking how slow he was. He needed to be faster. Stronger.

If he didn't get there in time--

Ken.

The stench of burned everything as he burst into the clinic to head for Ken's bedside was nothing short of sickening, and it only worsened as he made his way through the halls.

"Ken," he called, finally entering the room, and hurried to his side. The man tending to him had all but fallen off of his radar. Omi hadn't acknowledged him far beyond a momentary glance.

His eyes welled with tears at the sight of his friend. A part of him still couldn't forgive himself what he had done to him only nights prior. "...Ken," Omi repeated his name, resting his hands on the mattress beside him.

[bloodandclaws]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here." Ken sighed and uncurled, wincing in pain and hissing out a harsh breath between his teeth--the only reaction to the pain he'd allow himself, even if he wanted to scream. He didn't want to worry Omi that badly. "Rather'd be home."

Whether that meant the house Weiss had claimed here, or back in Tokyo, he didn't specify. Either would be great at the moment.