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]

[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?]

[maleborgia]

What is it?

*just kind of stares for a moment, then looks down at the fruit and knife still in his hands*

[sharpasafawkes]

[His one hand is gingerly touching the area on his back where the knife scraped off a layer of skin.]