track two | text/audio;

[hopediesalone]

[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.]

Comments

[testsonseashells]

[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.

[hopediesalone]

[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.]

[testsonseashells]

[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.

[hopediesalone]

[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.

[testsonseashells]

[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.]