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[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

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[ Royce can't speak, and he can't really - move, so much, not with his legs the way they are. The static-y, disappearing nature of them makes it impossible for him to run or move away, and with his fingers gone, he can't drag himself, either. What he does is he tries his very, very best to army crawl away, just using his elbows, clutching his tablet to his chest and wheezing, but - it doesn't do much good.

Kid crosses the room in seconds and Royce sinks down into the carpet, staring up at Kid with a pained expression. He doesn't believe that. He doesn't believe anything they're telling him. But he can't stop them. ]

Dohn. [ Royce tries, his mutilated, stitched tongue making his words slurry and broken. ] Dohnnnhh.

[ He can't make a T sound, and it's so, so frustrating. ]

[It hurts him that Royce is trying to get away, and Kid stays still to show that he means no harm. Instead, he doesn't move from where he initially stopped, frowning.]

Please. It--it will help. I understand the Prophet wants us to ensure you learn humility but I...I don't want you to suffer.

[He looks to the sink, then back to Royce.] Or...if you don't want the medicine, at least water. Please.

[ Royce just sort of collapses shakily. He's not very strong after everything. He hasn't had water since Quark came to him this morning, and he's having a hard time focusing - he hasn't had the energy to even tap out messages to Alfie, which he knows probably is worrying him.

The burst of adrenaline he got from seeing someone enter his cage fades pretty quickly, and Royce just tries to curl up on the carpet, closing his eyes. He doesn't answer, this time. Learn humility. That's what he'd been told - you have to rely on other people. ]

[Kid kneels beside him, fumbling with the needle and syringe, his small hands shaking. He's afraid that he can't do this, that he will miss, that the medication might not work. Still, Royce will feel tiny fingers moving the loose edge of the cloak up his arm and palpating a vein, inserting a needle and injecting a small amount of medication.

The pain medication is potent, and should kick in quickly. And for his part, Kid is quick to back off--scooting away while still on his knees, both hands spread wide to show he intends to do nothing else if Royce doesn't agree.]

See? It--should be helping, quickly. [Kid's voice, still hoarse and raspy as it had been when they'd crossed paths ages ago, is gentle.] If I may, let me give you water.

[ Royce lets out a low noise, almost a sob, but - it doesn't take long for the pain to start to subside. He shudders, and his body goes loose and exhausted, worn out. It doesn't hurt. For the first time in what feels like an entire age, the pain soaks away.

He taps something with the palm of his hand against the carpet, trying for Morse, but he's wrung out and he can't force himself to get the taps out coherently. He doesn't even know if Kid knows Morse. It doesn't matter. He doesn't care.

Royce just stares at the floor, eyes mostly blank and zoned out. He won't argue the water, but he won't ask for it, either. ]

[Kid moves quietly to the sink, turning the water on and first carefully cleaning his hands before cupping water into his palms. It dribbles slightly, and Kid bites his lip, eyes focused on the water in his hands as he focuses on keeping it from spilling.

Crouching beside Royce, he brings his cupped hands to his lips.]

I do not have a cup. But--my hands are clean. Please.

[Kid doesn't know Royce well, but even being unfamiliar with one another Royce will be able to hear that Kid is sincere. If here's listening, anyway.]

[ He hears it - it takes a few seconds to register. He's thirsty enough that he barely even thinks to argue it. Royce lifts his head just enough to try, but he's clumsy and - like with Quark before - he can't quite get most of it in his mouth and swallowed without a lot of help. A good portion of it probably spills to the ground.

Royce is limp and tired otherwise, and there's silent tears dripping down his face, ones he doesn't even realize are there. ]

[Kid repeats the process, slow and methodical. After the first attempt ends up with more water on the floor instead of in Royce's mouth, he takes smaller and smaller handfuls until he's sure less will spill.

The tears Kid can do little about, except he gingerly dabs at them with the sleeve of his cloak.]

I am sorry that this is so hard.

[ Somewhere, Royce appreciates it. He's so tired, and now that the pain is gone, even for just a second, he thinks he might be able to sleep a little. He manages a few handfuls of water, swallowing with some difficulty.

There's another part of him that hates being weak like this. He has his pride, and he doesn't want to be seen like this, broken and beaten, but - he doesn't really want to die, either. He takes drinks until he can't force his head up, and then he just lays there, staring at the floor.

He doesn't have a lot to say. Or that he can say. ]

It will get better. You will begin to feel better. [And he does believe it, truly. So it's no surprise that the young reaper would say something like this.

Kid is very gentle when he fixes Royce's robe. It gets chilly down here, and also it was so sloppily scattered around him. Regardless, he's more covered now than he was before, and Kid's movements are the gentle ministrations of a nurse at the bedside.] Please rest. This is the hardest part, but we want to help you. I promise it.

[ It's kind of comforting. It's nice. And Royce shouldn't trust it, but this is the first kindness he's had in a while, so he takes it. Royce closes his eyes, going a bit limp out of relief. And he murmurs something, but with his tongue in the state it is, it's incomprehensible.

He'll remember this, he really will. ]

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