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voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
"Enough! I don't care who does it, but one of you help me! Hold her down so I can finish stitching her back up again." The man turned to look at the commotion by the door. His words had been spat out as venom to halt the conflict and complete the task at hand. Cyra's only response to his added voice in the chaos, was to lurch toward him with a growl. Her tail whipping out to slap at his side while he swatted back at the tufted appendage to keep it from contaminating his tools.
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He barely remembered the moments between setting where he was going, and heading there, his heavy boots thumping against the ground and metal, turning away from the exit they had taken the other day, then up a flight of stairs, down the hallway, and rapidly towards a set of white painted double doors, his rifle ready, his eyes gleaming, prepared for anything.
And then he heard her scream.
He was through the door in a flash, the doors flying open and slamming against the walls, the hinges whining in protest, as Bryn saw the soldier turn, yell, and take a step towards him, and then think better of it, the rifle in Bryn's hands half lowered as if ready to bring to bear and shoot, the Garlean man still standing in front of Cyra and the medicus, prepared to stop the supposed threat to the doctor and the Commander's prized possession. Bryn's focus though was on Cyra, on the young woman on the table, blood dripping down her back, squirming in pain and anger, the monitors hooked up to her, the man over her, how she was restrained, arms and legs pulling against the restraints, but unable to move, to pull away, to pull away from the garbed and ready doctor, the silver eyes of the soldier flashing as he felt his teeth grit and he growled out at the soldier in his way, "Step aside. No-"
But he never finished it, the guard turning towards the medicus, his angry yell and order surprising them both, but it was Bryn who reacted quicker, recognizing that it was a mending procedure, the needle, the twine, the classic preparation of a stitching, and he knew that Cyra would be less than pleased about it.
And in one moment, the soldier found himself the proud new owner of a rifle, and Bryn was by the blue Miqo'te's side, grabbing her shoulder and holding it tight, so her back was bared to the medicus, and her face was forced to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded to the medicus, voice low and steady. "Quickly. She's stronger than she looks."
It was true, but his grip was stronger, and he had the advantage of looking into her eyes, seeing her anger, fear, and hatred. He knew with where he was standing, restraints or not, that he was now the target, and that was something he could handle, holding her gaze as one hand held her chin, the other on her shoulder, keeping her focused on him as he shook his head at her, warning her not to move. "It's going to hurt, but your wound is too deep to leave untreated. Stay. Still."
It wasn't like she was going to listen to him, but he had to say it anyways, hoping that maybe, she would listen to him, to a familiar face, if she even remembered him. He had no idea what she remembered after such an experience, if she recognized his face, his voice, or how she viewed him after he had just...watched.
But he could at least try.
voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
Just as he explained, the Miqo'te began to fully relax. Her heaving breaths calmed, her writhing slowed, but her eyes remained locked open. Pupils still fixed into animal-like slits as her body would not let go of the fear and fury that coursed through her. She blinked slowly, and infrequently as she continued to fight the chemical calm that washed over her. Her bloody fingers fell nearly limp from Bryn's arm, but the force of her grip had left them fairly deep-set in his flesh. "Dangerous business being her Warden. I don't envy you, sir", the medicus let out an amused huff through his nostrils as he tucked bandages into his pocket. "By the time they're done with this one, you'll be covered in scars at this rate."
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It was a rough few minutes, with claws shifting in his arm, blood dripping down the sleeves of his coat, another one ruined, as he grunted and bore it, the pain, the blood, the shame of getting injured by a tied down and drugged medical patient. But bear it he did, breathing slow, and deep, and after those few minutes, he felt it begin.
A tingling, in his arm, around where her claws were buried, and a warmth spreading up and down his arm. He knew what it meant, what was happening, as he felt aether trying to stitch up broken skin, heal bloodied wounds, staunch the bleeding and patch up his wounds. But there was no way for it to actually complete the task, since her claws were still in there, still keeping the wound active and painful.
It was an unfortunate stroke of observance that the medicus noticed his wound, frowning up at him as he looked up, shaking his head as he muttered, "It's a light wound, hardly worth your time. I can stitch it myself if it needs it." Although he did wonder when, or if, she would let go. He shook his arm lightly, and got a tightening of her claws into his arm in response, scowling at her as he felt the wound deepen, and realized trying to tear his arm away would result in a wound that would definitely need stitches. He glanced down over the still thrashing Miqo'te and slowly realized that things were a bit...different.
In all the commotion up until now, he had not taken a great look at her, but now that he had a moment with her holding his arm, he could observe her in her weakened state. She had always had a light covering of blueish fur, but now, it seemed more evident. Like he would be able to run his hands through it and feel the fur tickling his palm. Not to mention, from what he could see of her neck and back, her dark blue stripes stuck out even more. As she growled and bared her fangs, he noted the way they were sharper, longer, more animalistic, like her behavior. And as he glanced down at her restrained legs, he had to do a double take. That is not a normal mortal's feet. They had shrunk, not as long, claws instead of nails, and her pinky toe seemed...almost gone, hardly there, like it was half fused with the rest of her foot. It was the same for them both, and for a long long moment, he swore he recognized the look of it, that it was--
Her cry jolted him back to the present, and he looked up at the medicus as he took the syringe and slowly began to inject Cyra. He was both appalled and a bit relieved, knowing she would at least stop struggling and no longer be a danger to herself or him, but to use the medicine like that, so readily. He didn't show his displeasure, just holding her as she slowly grew weaker and weaker, her slitted eyes still full of fury until she went under, her claws dropping from his arm and leaving the wounds to spurt blood for a moment before he removed his other hand from her shoulder and pressed his coat into the wounds, frowning at the wound, then Cyra, and finally the medicus, displeased with how deep the wounds were and sighing in annoyance.
"Maybe I do need the stitches. Don't worry about an anesthesia, just stitch it up quick." At least with stitches put in, they would be less likely to ask how or why he healed up so quickly. They would keep scrutiny off him, and if he pulled out the stitches at the right time, it would look like an actual healing wound. He had to be careful, always careful, no matter how much he wanted to help her.
voidtouched-blue--[Prior]
Of course, the man had no idea he was operating on a limited window. Despite the heavy dose they had used to calm her, she was already feeling control over her body returning. She felt how the stitches tugged on her skin as she tried to move. They itched as she weakly shifted and pulled against the cuffs on her wrists. She growled--well, she tried to growl. What came out of her instead was a whispered grunt as her slitted gaze searched blindly for something. "I'll be back in a few minutes," the man sighed as he left the room.
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Bryn hadn't denied the anesthetics to be tough, or show off. It was simply because the pain numbing medication would not work in the dosage offered. He held out his arm so the medicus could work on the gash, barely flinching at the prick of the needle, no words needed as the man worked his skilled hands up his arm, until the wound was sealed up, threaded together, and the soldier tested his motion by flexing his arm. It worked, barely pulled on the stitches, and left him with a full range of motion. He had to admit, it was nice and clean, and well stitched, a soft grunt at the words the thanks the medicus got, especially with the more or less order to watch Cyra following right after. "I can watch her..." he rumbled out, approaching the guard he had shoved his gun to, and taking it back, moving back towards the table with a soft sigh as he took a seat near it, but far enough away that he wouldn't have to worry about her claws.
As the medicus left, leaving just Bryn and the other few guards there to watch the wild charge, he couldn't help but look at her laying there on the table and wonder what she was feeling right then and there. Was she hurting? Did she even feel the stitches? Had she meant to nearly kill herself? All questions he couldn't ask an injured and unconscious subject. So he was just left with his thoughts, staring at her as she stirred slightly, and he silently mused over everything that had happened.
Perhaps he did not understand the Garlean way of thinking, their obsession with results over safety. Or maybe he had a soul deep down that did not want to see someone so weak and innocent forced to become something they weren't. It didn't matter. All that did was that he was trapped her just as much as she was, regardless if he could wander the Castrum without chains or collars.
He'd find a way out for them both.
For all of them. Every prisoner subjected to this horror.
did you know some cultures take ants and put them on an open wound, having the pinchers bit the wound closed? then they twisted and pinched off the head using them as clamps? plus if you eat ants without heads they taste like lemons.
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:33 < i.... diid not knoow wthat. thank yiu for uh. telling me.