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[fried]

this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way

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w6 thursday

[sarkazm]

...hey.

[visiting hours, knock knock you fuckass fox.]

Of all the fucking people to grab again.

[fried]

[ he is resting! he's curled up. now, he's bandaged, but most noticeably he's covered in pretty severe electrical burns, there are bits of his skin that are like... split, along his arms. there's a stab wound that got bandaged. and also his eye is fucked up. it's severely damaged, if not gone entirely.

he coughs, and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. doesn't look up. what's the point, right, it's not like he can see anything now. ]

The others? [ his voice also sounds like garbage, it's like crunchy. raspy. ]

[sarkazm]

They're okay. As okay as anybody's gonna be, anyway.

[just. takes one of his hands.]

[fried]

[ he holds it. and nods, quietly.

silence, but - there's a female voice speaking, somewhere in his thoughts.

You want to help them, don't you? You could, if you'd just agree. Talk to me, Jiaoqiu. ]

[sarkazm]

Hey. Doc. Focus on me, 'kay?

[she says with a little squeeze of his hand, something she hopes will be a little grounding.

with his sight seemingly gone now, she's... pretty sure it'll be easy to get stuck in his own head, and she doesn't like the sound of that voice.]

[fried]

[ he tilts his head in her direction. the voice might feel a little familiar? she might have heard it in his memories. ]

I'm not listening to her. [ he mumbles. ] It isn't her.

[sarkazm]

...it's not. She's not here.

[she can guess, considering whose name she'd heard on repeat in his thoughts, too.]

If she starts getting to you, though, I am here.

[fried]

I know.

[ he says, with a little cough. a beat. ]

This... this isn't the Tower? Right?

[sarkazm]

No. It's Heaven, you're back here with us. No towers here, doc.

[fried]

[ he closes his eye, trying to focus. his brain feels like soup. ]

The templars will be looking even here.

[sarkazm]

So what if they do. I won't let 'em touch you.

[easier on the brain soup, maybe, not to try to explain they won't be here and just. remind him he'll be safe.]

[fried]

I know that you won't.

[ softer. that seems genuine. and she's right, it does help the brain soup to just know that he's safe from it, regardless. ]

My magic is... [ a beat. ] Did the abomination steal it?

[sarkazm]

...no. No, it doesn't work for any of us here, but it's fine. It's not them doing it.

[fried]

[ he trusts her, is the the thing. there's a thought that's close enough to this - something like a classification, like yes. you do trust her.

so he believes her. ]

I wish that it did. [ ... ] I could heal with it.

[sarkazm]

Figures... well, sometimes we manage to do that here, so. Here's hoping?

[she's pretty sure they're fresh out, judging by how many people were still injured here, but. maybe.]

[fried]

[ silence, for a little bit, and then: ]

I have... [ he feels around in his pockets. ] I have something.

[sarkazm]

You do-? What came with you?

[so she knows if she needs to attempt to bully this stupid fox into fixing HIMSELF LATER if it's one of those]

[fried]

[ good luck getting him to heal himself ]

It's... [ he pulls out a little container - opens it. it smells horrendous, but. jiaoqiu's ear flicks. ]

Healing. Over a period of two days, I think. [ ... ] There were others that came back?

[sarkazm]

There were, but I don't remember seeing anyone in worse shape than you!

[is this true? mystery.]

[fried]

I want to make sure.

[ stubbornly!!! ]

[sarkazm]

Yeah, you would. I know.

[if it's over a couple days, though, better wait until after... ugh, what shitty math.]

[fried]

[ a slow sigh. ]

I can't heal until after trial, anyway. [ yeah. ]

[sarkazm]

If I've got the timing right, this better be the last one.

[it should be the last time before this is over. hopefully.]

[fried]

It should be.

[ they'll get their confirmation tomorrow, but also - he just slowly sinks down into the mattress or whatever it is he's laying on. ]

... Do you need healing? Will you be able to defend yourself?

[sarkazm]

I'll manage if I have to fight. Abdominal wound would make it rough, but my leg's good, and the arms-- they're just going to hurt like a bitch if I have to push it. The sprained one might be pretty bad off after.

[rattled off with ease, because of course she's known this calculus the entire time she's been hurt.]