Higurashi aftermath

[sharpasafawkes]

[IN OUR LAST EPISODE Shaun and Cesare had a little trip down to the labs, if by "trip" we mean "a magical adventure full of torture-filled antics". Needless to say there's one historian laid up in a hospital bed, more or less asleep and bandaged like you wouldn't believe.]

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[sharpasafawkes]

[Fuck it, the nurses can yell at him later.

Utterly, gracelessly, half-falling out of that bed and ripping those sensors off with one hand using the other to grab hold of the IV stand and taking that with him as he backs into the nearest corner]

Whatever I did, I'm sorry, I'm sorry all right!? Please just leave me alone.

[maleborgia]

*very, very still*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Ever seen a grown historian shake and try and make himself as small as possible? Now you have.]

[maleborgia]

*hesitates for a moment, then quietly walks over to the bed and places the items at the foot*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Not even moving from his spot]

[maleborgia]

*leaving, not looking over at him to see if there is a reaction*

[sharpasafawkes]

[DAYS LATER EXCEXC]

[maleborgia]

*guess who hasn't been back since that first wonderfully successful visit? knocks on the doorframe as he enters the room, stopping just within it*

Shaun? Are you awake?

[sharpasafawkes]

[SOUNDS OF MOMENTARY FREAKOUT, then]

R-right um, come in.

[maleborgia]

*does so, but not by very much, leaning against the wall just a bit closer to the bed*

How are you feeling?

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh, well they say that they'll be able to try a skin graft soon, been keeping on the topical and a bit of painkillers until they can do it though. There's... well it'll be an improvement, though they haven't had much luck with some other things.

[maleborgia]

*so much awkward shifting. touches his face, behind his ear, his shoulder.*

I see.

[sharpasafawkes]

Camp's got it's own sense of-

For whatever reason the doctors can't get rid of... some of the writing.

[maleborgia]

*...so awkward.

time to talk about something else for a bit! spots the bundle, still tied up*

You did not open that?

[sharpasafawkes]

Right, sorry, never got around to it.

[unconsciously gripping the sheets a bit, trying to steady himself]

[maleborgia]

It's fine.

*picking it all up and going to sit in the chair, unwrapping it so that Shaun can see: three good-sized mangos*

[sharpasafawkes]

Where'd you even find those?

[maleborgia]

I told Turnbull to request some. He orders other food sometimes... *has been turning them over in his hands and picks out the ripest one, casually pulling off his half-cloak and drawing the knife it had been hiding at his side*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Okay, now really drawing back and twisting his hands in the sheets, breath quickening despite his best efforts]

[maleborgia]

*oblivious and starting to cut the skin off*

I did not realize there were so many different varieties, however. This one is a Haden.

[sharpasafawkes]

[DON'T LOSE IT, DON'T LOSE IT, YOU CAN DO THIS SHAUN]

Really...

[maleborgia]

*has peeled off the skin over about half of the fruit, now sliding the knife into the tender flesh, juice squirting out a little and getting on the hand holding it, and cutting it into strips*

What kind do you typically like to get? I'll ask for that one next time.

[sharpasafawkes]

[breathing fast and trying not to think about strips of flesh falling to the ground, and with it, the searing pain of a knife over flesh...]

[maleborgia]

*when he doesn't get a response after a bit he glances up*

Shaun?

[sharpasafawkes]

[Well there's one absolutely shaking man in the bed, halfway haunched over and just trying not to completely break down. Congrats?]