savetheearth | track two

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[there is what looks distinctly like a hardwood floor. and attempts at writing in blood on it. that's a network number, anyway. those of you who remember this sort of thing might remember it as belonging to a recent arrival to the Secret Numbers Club.

whatever effort that was to accomplish was quickly abandoned a few scribbled attempts at letters in. Blues managed to get back to his laptop, groping around his desk to make his way. he clenched his jaw to keep himself from screaming again as another wave of agony hits from where his eyes used to be. it felt like something was pushing its way in.

remembering he'd left it open on a fresh Word doc, he enters his number. he'd rarely been so glad for touch typing. before he types anything else, the network will be greeted with another barely-restrained scream. he doesn't trust himself to speak right now.]

blind

eyes arje gone cant see

bledidng

something;s psuhging ina can;'t call for help

[he's got new eyes coming in and he has no fucking idea what's happening to him.]

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[SHIT, he wasn't expecting that.]

Probably? Agh, fucking hell! [yeah, this stream of grunts and profanity isn't going to stop anytime soon. he's reasonably sure his phone is somewhere in front of him, on the plus side.]

[ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, IDIOTPHONE]

[he grasps around his desk for his phone for a few seconds before he manages to get it. hitting the button to unlock it, and swiping it down in what he's reasonably sure is the right gesture...ringing stops, anyway. he raises it to his ear in the right position]

Yes! Hi! Welcome to the latest exciting chapter in how I have lost control of my life!

[seriously hoping this is Chris and not a poorly timed coincidence...]

Edited 2013-07-11 04:30 (UTC)

HELLO JERK. WELCOME TO THE CLUB OF LOSING CONTROL OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE. WHERE DO YOU LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

I HAVE A BAG FULL OF ADVIL, ALSO VICODIN. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S SAFE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. BUT I HAVE THAT AND BANDAGES.

I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SAFE BUT I'LL FUCKING TAKE IT HOLY SHIT.

[ANYWAY HE SPOUTS OFF HIS ADDRESS AND APARTMENT NUMBER]

[she just hangs up

because she's running out to the local ZipCar lot and wondering at what point she

1. lost control of her life and

2. started caring about these dumb motherfuckers

but well, you take care of your own, or something

SOME TIME LATER she's standing outside realizing HOW IS HE GOING TO LET HER IN

she at least gets in the building by explaining that her friend is sick and might be too sick to get down the stairs no you don't want to come VERY CONTAGIOUS n o don't call 911 just go away don't question my fashion choice of wearing sunglasses at midnight GOD

and now knocking at your door]

HEY YOUR BUILDING SECURITY SUCKS, ALSO LET ME IN?

[ok. he manages to stand up from wherever he's dropped at the moment, following the sound and feeling his way around to the door of his apartment. it's not a terribly large place, but he's still having to trust his memory more than anything. Blues fumbles around with the locks for a moment, managing to undo them and open the door. he's...not looking good, but what's wrong with him couldn't look anything but fucking nasty.]

For once, I'm...ugh. Not gonna complain about that. Close the door.

[She closes and then locks the door.]

Yeah, that's uh.

...

Hm.

... Anyway, hold still, I've got the doctor on the phone, he wants a picture.

[Click]

Annnd with that done, I'm going to take you to a chair, and then get some water, and you're going to try to bandage that at least.

Edited 2013-07-11 05:01 (UTC)

[he holds for the picture, then nods when she speaks. the pain's really what's grounding him at this point, without it he thinks he'd have lapsed into shock by now. or something. he's not a doctor either.]

Agh. Right. Lead the way.

[he'll just sort of...put his arm out in the direction he thinks she's in.]

[ she resists the urge to sort of yank him over to the chair, and takes his hand. She's still got her leather driving gloves on to hide he metal in her arms, but he can probably feel the weird joints underneath that.

She leads him over to a chair.]

Right, so, just uh. Sit. I'll be right back.

[She gets a glass of water and also a small bowl, after some digging to actually FIND the stuff.]

Two advil, doctor says I can't give you more than that.

[Advil in one hand, glass of water in the other.]

[Mordin dials Chris's network number.]

Starsky, have arrived. Need door open.

[Oh hello message on phone.]

Doctor Solus is here, I'm going to go get the door. Don't get up.

[And she goes and lets Mordin in]

I gave him two advil and some water, but that's all I've managed so far. He's over there. Still conscious.

[And boy is she glad she wore black tonight, because now there's blood on her leather jacket, whoops.]

[aaand he takes the advil without complaint even if he wishes he could manage the stronger stuff right now]

Got it. Damn...

[uuuugh christ this fucking hurts beyond comprehension. at least he's got a good threshold.]

[Mordin walks over quickly and activates his omni-tool. The orange light bathes the surroundings as he scans his patient. Mordin looks at the readings, and then up at the other two.]

Eyes are completely liquefied in order to make space for self-assembling artificial replacements. Thankfully most nerve connections already made; painkillers relatively safe for him. Will need to remove liquefied tissue, however. Might be unpleasant.

[he nods, clenching his jaw as the pain hits again. dude's gonna need to pass the fuck out once this is over but he's glad the situation is more or less fixing itself, from what Mordin is saying.]

Whatever you need to do to help speed this along, doc.

[Chris is now kind of standing awkwardly in the corner. She raises an eyebrow at the omnitool, but puts that down to "neat Echo thing" and well, now's not the time to ask. ]

Yeah, when I came in I thought this looked familiar. Same thing happened to me, pretty much.

Anything I can do to help?

[Mordin looks over the available painkillers and hands Blues a dose.]

Take these. Once that's done, will remove tissue and disinfect sockets. Still going to be somewhat painful, unfortunately. Starsky, will need container to store tissue.

[he nods slowly, doing as he's told and taking the pills.]

Got it. M'in your hands here.

[just. gonna try to keep his mind on anything else once Mordin sets to work, no big deal.]

[Mordin does his work quickly, but it does basically consist of pouring the liqeufied eyes out and rubbing disinfectant into the sockets to prevent infection. It's really weird to look at and the disinfectant probably stings a lot.]

Should be done. Keep eyelids closed until new eyes grow in - safer that way.

[He hisses and curses quietly as Mordin works, but to his credit there's nothing as bad as there was before. Once the doctor speaks, he nods, keeping them shut--not that that was particularly hard, given the current state of things.]

I don't think that'll be a problem. Thanks.

[Mordin nods, scans one more time, examines the readout, and shuts the device off.]

Should get some rest now. Starsky - would be good if you could stay with him. Better he isn't alone in this condition.

[He scribbles his contact information twice on a note and hands it to each of them.]

In case you need me. Should tell me if anything goes wrong.

[He yawns, then smiles ruefully.]

Suppose I couldn't stay awake forever. Goodnight, you two.

[And with that, Mordin Solus takes his leave.]

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gonna threadjack now, hope that's okay.

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