snowblindrpg | [log] Noisy Black Part Two

[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

Sinners
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Okay, okay-- I thought you might know the direction, that's all.

[He huffs, and instead leads Stephen into the nearest abandoned cell, guiding him to sit down.]

This is probably going to hurt, so I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?

[He tries -- or at least he starts to try to take those deep breaths, but then the full irony of what Al just said hits him. Probably going to hurt. Stephen can't help it even though it makes the pain worse: he laughs.]

[That's a horrible sound, but he tries to block it out as he very carefully cuts through the stitches. He does his best not to cut Stephen at the same time, but his hands are big and not well suited to delicate work, so he might nip him once or twice.

Eventually, though, the hands will be free.]

Okay-- okay, can you show me your eyes? Is it both of them, or just one?

[Stephen's hands fall limply away from his face when they're cut free, but he finds himself squinting his eyes nearly shut against the light after the darkness. As he blinks them further open, it'll become clear that there's nothing especially wrong with either eye -- they're both red from crying and irritation, but there is no infection.

Stephen is really hoping Al doesn't know what an infected eye looks like.]

The...right. My right eye. There's something in it, you need to get some saline to flush it out.

[And get far enough away from Stephen that he can make a break for it while he can see.]

I need to have a look at it first, then I can get someone who's better at medicine.

[He steps in close and bends down, reaching out to try and take hold of Stephen's chin in order to try and lift his head up so he can get a proper look.

He's not a doctor, but if Stephen lets him see, it'll be obvious even to him that there's no infection in there...]

[Stephen shifts back as far as he can, turning his face away as much from an aversion to being touched right now as from an effort to keep his ruse going. He slits his eyes at Al, his breath rasping too quickly in and out of him.

His plan to sit still and let this happen, to keep bluffing his way through this, is rapidly falling apart under the weight of Stephen's rising panic. He suddenly lurches forward and to the side, trying to duck past Al and jump to his feet all at once to make a break for it.]

[Oh no you don't, Stephen.

Al realises in a flash that he's been taken in and his heart aches for how lost Stephen and all the other sinners are to behave this way. It doesn't stop him from lashing out one huge and strong metal hand to try and grab for Stephen before he can escape.]

HEY!!!

[Stephen's at quite the disadvantage here -- with his arms paralyzed he tilts rapidly off balance from the moment he lurches to his feet, and even if he wanted to stand and fight he'd be prevented by the nanomachines. He twists his body as Al's hand claps down on him, but even if he manages to escape Al's grasp it's only going to be to go crashing into the nearest wall instead. Stephen's running on adrenaline, more than ready to scramble up and try again, but his body isn't cooperating and he's not going to make it far.]

[Unfortunately for Stephen, Al is huge and metal and more than equipped to scoop up a scrambling and disoriented doctor. He's really annoyed now, and it shows in both his tone and the bright fire of his eyes.]

You lied to me! Why would you do that?!

Let go!

[The timid creature who begged for help with his eyes is gone. Stephen snarls at Al, kicking and twisting in his grip.]

No way! You tricked me and you're trying to get away from your treatment, I can't let that happen. I'm not going to let that happen.

[He just holds Stephen tight against his chest, in a huge metal bear hug, and starts down towards the operating theatre.]

I'm going to redo what I messed up.

No no no!!

[There's not a lot he can actually do about that, but that doesn't stop him trying. When they get in the elevator, Stephen will make a very earnest effort to kick the panel of buttons.]

[Al completely ignores the kicks and the protests, he's angry with Stephen and with himself for falling for it. He should have known not to trust a sinner, they can't help it, it's why they have to be helped by force.

It's not going to be pretty, but Al is going to subject Stephen to sewing his hands back over his eyes as they had been before all this happened.]

[There are the expected struggles at first, an effort borne of renewed panic as Stephen catches sight of the room in which it all first happened. Around the time Al gets the second hand in place, though, Stephen goes still and quiet, breath hitching now and then as Al finishes up his work.]

[He finishes up as quickly as he can while still making sure he does a good job, hands shaking slightly when he's done and he can try and help Stephen back to his feet.]

I wish you hadn't made me do that, you shouldn't have lied.

[Stephen makes a sound like a wounded animal when Al tries to get him on his feet, but it won't be any more difficult to manhandle him than it was before. At least this time he stays mentally present -- Stephen doesn't retreat into memories, but forces himself to try to take deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate and trying not to cry. He's having more success at the former than the latter.]

This isn't...this isn't you. I know this isn't you.

[He has no faith that his words will make any difference in how Al acts toward him, not after America had been so comforting while butchering him. Stephen needs to say it for his own sake, to remind himself that on some level this isn't real.]

You only think that because you're sick.

[He gently rests a hand on Stephen's shoulder, comfort and warmth radiating out of him even after what he's just done.]

It won't be long and you'll be yourself again, and then you'll see that I only did what I had to in order to save you.

[Stephen flinches, curling in on himself like he wants to disappear out from under Al's gentle touch.]

Stop. Please, stop, don't -- don't talk to me.

[He sighs, but he does take his hand away and back up a step.]

Okay-- okay, I'll leave you to rest. But just try to remember what I said.

How can I forget?

[He won't lie again about his eyes.]

[He just lets out a beleagured sigh and walks away, what more can he do until Stephen starts to see the truth?]

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