WHO: Ba'ast [piratebaast] and Rivelata's Escalator, McCoy [adoctornotamuse] WHAT: BA'AST NEEDS A CHECK-UP. :| Among other things. WHERE: AT THE CLINIC. WHEN: Backdated to yesterday, uh. Afternooneveningish.
"Don't you fucking ... lie to me." She couldn't keep his gaze. The moment his eyes met hers, she looked away. The anger was back with full force, and she moved her fists as if to strike his chest. How she managed to stop herself, she wasn't sure, but her hands lingered there for a moment, just barely grazing him.
"You don't get it. You don't fucking ... get ... it. It was all I had. What the fuck am I going to do now?! With your stupid fucking lies, like I--" She could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She didn't bother wiping them away. "Like anyone's going to fucking believe that! You can't even fucking do anything about it, what good are you?!"
She bit her lower lip as she realized the last words that came out of her mouth, and turned her head down apologetically. Her ears drooped, and she looked the very picture of 'ashamed.' "...I didn't mean that...."
His expression grew more pained as Leonard watched her become angry. He knew he did not understand her situation at all. McCoy had seen tons of people just like her. People who were so angry at what had happened to them and it made Leonard mad at himself.
McCoy shook his head. "No, it's okay. Sometimes I wonder that same thing." He let out a deep breath. "But listen to me. I'm not lying. I know I don't know what it's like but you can't let scars ruin your life. Ask anyone else and I am sure they'd agree with me." He tried to comfort her but these kinds of situations were always hard.
Can't let scars ruin her life? How the hell weren't they going to ruin it? What was she supposed to do now? She danced for a living. She wouldn't go back to plundering. She'd left that behind, at least, as hard as it was to get away from.
"Who wants to look at this?" She asked, honestly curious. Honestly confused. "Jan doesn't ... fucking count, he's fucking.... Crazy." Crazy, but she loved the bastard, and she'd be dead if it wasn't for him. "Apollo doesn't give a shit. And you, you say it...." She sighed. She wasn't worried about everyone, was she?
"It's better this way," she admitted with a sad smile. "He's focusing on more important things right now. He's ... being silly and happy, and I don't want to take that away from him." Pausing, Ba'ast leaned her head down, resting it against his shoulder. "Can you make them heal better?"
McCoy listened to her while she talked. He didn't know very much about who she was talking about but he knew they were important to her. McCoy wished nothing more than being able to help her right now but with the poor technology, he couldn't do a thing. Hell, even a skin graft wasn't possible in this time period.
As she leaned on his shoulder, Leonard brought his arm up and wrapped it around her back. "We can try. We'll find a way to make this better."
Deep breath, Ba'ast. Deep breath. There wasn't any reason to get so worked up about this. She'd done it enough already. Why keep adding to the count?
"All right." She spoke only after managing to calm herself down, and wasn't exactly sure what to follow it with. 'Thank you,' maybe? 'I appreciate it?' She didn't say either of them. It wasn't her style.
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"You don't get it. You don't fucking ... get ... it. It was all I had. What the fuck am I going to do now?! With your stupid fucking lies, like I--" She could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She didn't bother wiping them away. "Like anyone's going to fucking believe that! You can't even fucking do anything about it, what good are you?!"
She bit her lower lip as she realized the last words that came out of her mouth, and turned her head down apologetically. Her ears drooped, and she looked the very picture of 'ashamed.' "...I didn't mean that...."
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McCoy shook his head. "No, it's okay. Sometimes I wonder that same thing." He let out a deep breath. "But listen to me. I'm not lying. I know I don't know what it's like but you can't let scars ruin your life. Ask anyone else and I am sure they'd agree with me." He tried to comfort her but these kinds of situations were always hard.
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"Who wants to look at this?" She asked, honestly curious. Honestly confused. "Jan doesn't ... fucking count, he's fucking.... Crazy." Crazy, but she loved the bastard, and she'd be dead if it wasn't for him. "Apollo doesn't give a shit. And you, you say it...." She sighed. She wasn't worried about everyone, was she?
"It's better this way," she admitted with a sad smile. "He's focusing on more important things right now. He's ... being silly and happy, and I don't want to take that away from him." Pausing, Ba'ast leaned her head down, resting it against his shoulder. "Can you make them heal better?"
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As she leaned on his shoulder, Leonard brought his arm up and wrapped it around her back. "We can try. We'll find a way to make this better."
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"All right." She spoke only after managing to calm herself down, and wasn't exactly sure what to follow it with. 'Thank you,' maybe? 'I appreciate it?' She didn't say either of them. It wasn't her style.
"...Name your price."
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