scawwy ✦ karlach cliffgate

[recession]

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[recession]

Can't rest in these clothes.

[ All bloody and torn in the front and shit. ]

And water -- fuck.

[ Why this. ]

[ablazement]

Alright.

[easy, easy.]

I can get you new clothes. What about the water? Need some?

[recession]

Yeah.

[ Wheezes. ]

Please.

[ablazement]

I got it. Hang on.

[carefully she will set him up against the wall for just. a minute. so she can go and get him a couple of things - water, a new set of clothes, and his medbag.]

Here. [we are not asking how she got the water this fast just go with it]

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[ He just nods shakily in lieu of a thanks, taking these things. Water first, of course, sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead and hands shaking but he's stable enough. His hand grips his change of clothes tightly. ]

Swamp healed. Bad side effect.

Everything hurts.

[ablazement]

Gods, they can't just let you have one fucking thing, can they.

[she says, frustrated, but - water first. a pause.]

For two fucking days. [...] Do you need help with the change of clothes? Clinical, I promise.

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...

[ ...He looks like he really hates to ask, but nods a bit jerkily. If this pain persists, there ain't no way in hell he's going to be able to do it himself but fresh-outta-swamp, bloodied clothes kind of aren't the best thing to be in right now. ]

If you'd please.

[ablazement]

Yeah, of course.

[silly daan, she'd do just about anything for you. it doesn't seem to bother her - she's careful, and like promised, clinical. doesn't touch him more than she needs to in order to get the nasty bloodied clothes off and get him into something more comfortable.

she will also dry his hair for him if it is wet.]

[recession]

[ He is peeled from his fucked up clothes, which is kinda sad because his fit was really nice today :(. Goodbye, nice outfit.

This is how Karlach can learn and see he's got some other minor healed/healing wounds here and there and notably some surgical stitches that look older, but not that old on his torso peeking out a bit between the bandages for his gap, while he pulls on a new, different shirt.

She can dry his hair but it'll probably require him to remove his eyepatch anyway, so that's a whole thing. His eye underneath is closed and she can tell he really is just missing an eye there, there's nothing crazy going on like actually he DID have an eye secretly.

He winces and moves slow, but he's good at not complaining! ]

[ablazement]

[noooOOOO his fit was SO good, i'm in mourning

she notes all these wounds, and just frowns her way through this. it does not make her rancid mood any better seeing all the places he's obviously offered, but she doesn't say anything about it for now.

when she's finished, she glances at him.]

Back onto the bed?

[recession]

It's where I'll be spending the rest of my time until tomorrow's event, I'm sure.

[ Yep, right back onto the bed he goes where he is just going to fucking become a useless body, wincing as his muscles try to relax. He glances up at her once he's there. ]

Thank you.

[ablazement]

[helps him up, tail flicking back and forth anxiously. once he's settled, she eases down on the ground next to the bed, with a sigh.]

Of course. [a beat.] If you need someone to lean on tomorrow, you know who to ask.

[recession]

[ He makes a rueful, somewhat strained noise. ]

If I could, I just wouldn't go at all.

[ablazement]

Yeah, if it were possible I'd just have you stay here.

Really? Just - all over pain? The fuck is that.

[recession]

Ugh -- no, it's specifically from my injury today but -- it hurts. Way more than it should. Not that I exactly have a scale for being slashed nearly in two, but.

[ Kind of helplessly sort of shrugs, wincing instead. ]

Fortunately, I'm not hanging on by sinew anymore, but it feels like it.

[ablazement]

[frowning...]

That's how mine was, but. [she's way more accustomed to pain.] Ugh. Don't say hanging on by a sinew. I've already got enough stress.

[recession]

[ He fucking wheezes in this bed. ]

S'rry.

[ablazement]

[BUDDY]

Do you want more water? [fusses...] You're going to have to kick me out, because I'm not going anywhere otherwise.

[at least for a bit. she has to go upset herself talking to camille at some point.]

[recession]

I don't think I'll have the strength to kick you out, Karlach.

[ Honestly, with an almost creaky wheezy laugh. What a state he's in -- tired, immensely wounded, in pain, and just about in delirium. Also mood on having to go upset yourself talking to the pyre guys. ]

[ablazement]

[she wrinkles her nose at him, sticking out her tongue like a big five year old.]

That's right, you won't. [a beat.] D'you think heat would help at all? Like a compress.

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Ufh... I don't know.

[ At this point, asking him to brain his own medical state is a lot. He tries though, trying to think through the feverish haze, raising a hand to rub at his good eye tiredly. ]

Cool towel. That's what they always had for kids with fevers. A quiet Whisper would've fixed this, maybe. Make it better. Heat's for releasing tension. No good for fresh wounds.

[ablazement]

[well, she is not very good at cold, but. she watches him for a second.]

Alright - just sit tight, then. I'll be back.

[and she pulls herself up and goes off somewhere? she'll be back in like half an hour. maybe forty-five minutes. she's got like several cans of things that were in the freezers in the gas station, wrapped up like the world's shittiest ice packs.

she'll come over and tuck one against his side, carefully. she is trying so hard, daan.]

[recession]

[ It's fine. He'll just be delirious for a while and also depressed about the state of affairs of things.

When she's back though, he kind of stirs alive again only to relax a bit at the cold cans. He sighs, bringing one to his forehead with a slight wince. ]

That's fantastic. Good thinking.

[ablazement]

[taking care of people makes it so she doesn't have to think about the existential dread of all her friends being dead!]

Thanks. [she says, relieved. she'll stay a bit away so her heat doesn't make them not cold, but.] Portable cold bringer, that's me.

[recession]

[ We really are both going through the dread of all our friends dying but we are definitely taking it different ways. ]

...

You don't need to force yourself to crack jokes to make me feel better.