Hallways always [OPEN]

[vandalization]

who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.



The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.

Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.

She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.

So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.

She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.

Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.

Everything. Ruined.

She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.

But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.

Comments

[vandalization]

"Would you mind staying for a while?" It will probably be boring for him, but she very desperately wants company right now. She hates that she still feels scared, even knowing that Prism and its Gatherer were destroyed.

[thxforthememories]

"Yes."

He answers almost immediately, before thinking about that for a moment. He shakes his head. "I mean... no, I don't mind. Yes, I'll stay."

He shifts closer to her side, fingers resting on the side of her bed. "Do you want me to be quiet for you? Or speak...?" Because, more than anything, he just wants to help her.

[vandalization]

"Whatever you want. Just as long as you're here, it doesn't matter. Why don't you tell me a story. Something about your past. Something that makes you happy."

She wants to hear about happy things right now. Things that don't involve pain or suffering or sadness.

[thxforthememories]

"A story about... Hm."

And something that makes him happy. Honestly, that leaves him really only one option, in his opinion. She might as well have flat-out asked.

"Do you want to hear about him? The one they designed after me?"

[vandalization]

She asjusts, trying to get comfortable, looking up from under her messy bangs.

"Yeah. Tell me about him." Something that seemed to make Kagerou happy, and that was good enough for her.

[thxforthememories]

He nods, and settles down beside her bed. His hands rest on the edge of it, alternately hovering over her and sitting beside her. It's comfortable that way. There's a slight smile on his face.

"I wasn't supposed to meet him when I did," he says. There is a lot of warmth in the words. "I broke in. Into the room they were keeping him in. I don't know why we were kept separate at first... Maybe he wasn't ready. But I wanted to meet him. Badly. So... I broke in."

The smile turns a little sheepish. "I think I frightened him at first. Barging in like that. He... was very shy. Back then. But I saw someone worth living for, even then. Even hooked into the repair bay like he was. I... Released him early. He wasn't supposed to be walking, and almost fell down."

He paused, waiting to see if she wanted him to keep going.