fried | pc ♠ wiš'adel

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.]

[ 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.

...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.

I know.

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

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

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

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

The templars will be looking even here.

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.]

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?

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

[ 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.

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.]

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

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

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]

[ 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?

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

[is this true? mystery.]

I want to make sure.

[ stubbornly!!! ]

Yeah, you would. I know.

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

[ a slow sigh. ]

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

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

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

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?

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.]

[ a beat, and then: ]

I should - I should use this on you. [ unsteadily. i can't actually heal weesh because this is a backdated thread but he would absolutely fuss about it. ]

No, you shouldn't-! Not now, definitely.

[she sighs, tail flicking.] Hold onto it. Just give it a couple days, you'll figure one out.

[ slowly... rests his head on her shoulder. ]

... Alright. [ he won't argue. he can barely think, with how much happened. ]

...just get some rest, Jiaoqiu. You'll need it.

[she murmurs, letting him rest against her. her tail curls around him, carefully.]

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