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epidemiology2018-03-01 02:58 pm
forcevisions) wrote in epidemiology2018-03-01 02:58 pm
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CHARACTERS: REY and KYLO REN
DATE: during arguments
WARNINGS: references to glass wounds, blood, maybe self-harm ???
SUMMARY: A Skywalker is on their bullshit again.
[ Keith stayed for as long as it took to get Ben into the clinic in Doro's castle. They knew the way by now, but fatigued as they both were and burdened by Ben's considerable weight, it still took some time. Then they said goodnight, with the promise to talk more of this later, and parted ways. Keith, to get some rest and process all that had happened, and Rey, to keep vigil.
There was no telling that when Ben awoke, he wouldn't do the same to the doctor that he had to Keith. She warns the doctor of this, and she smiles back at Rey and tells her that it wouldn't be her first time dealing with an unruly patient. Rey's returned smile is tight. This woman has no idea what she's dealing with. All the more reason to stay while she tends to him, bandaging his hands. The doctor inquires after what happened, politely, and Rey gives the bland answer, A fight. Obviously. She means well, but it's hard to be anything but on edge when the man lying in that cot is a nuclear weapon waiting to go off.
For most of the night, she's restless, unable to sleep but for thinking herself in circles about what had happened and how she had been responsible for it. She'd gotten pulled in, ignored obvious signs of how dangerous Ben still was. Whatever light was inside of him, whatever conflict, it hadn't stopped him from nearly killing Keith.
But Keith had seen that fury and instability and seen pain in it, as Rey had. That certainly doesn't excuse her from pushing it to the point that it endangered her best friend's life, but it did complicate her feelings. As much as she wanted to hate him for what he had done, she still found concern beneath her anger and confusion. Her hands still itched with replaying that moment over and over, when he'd started punching the glass. What had shifted? When had she lost him?
She wasn't going to solve it in one night. That, she took away more than anything else. She thought she'd heard Urahara, but she'd still pushed and pushed and this is where it had brought her.
Fatigue chases her and ultimately catches up. The sun rises on Rey, propped against the wall beside the cot he lies on, dozing in and out of a half-asleep fugue state, overcome by her use of the Force, the training session Ben had interrupted, and the empty well of her emotions. ]
DATE: during arguments
WARNINGS: references to glass wounds, blood, maybe self-harm ???
SUMMARY: A Skywalker is on their bullshit again.
[ Keith stayed for as long as it took to get Ben into the clinic in Doro's castle. They knew the way by now, but fatigued as they both were and burdened by Ben's considerable weight, it still took some time. Then they said goodnight, with the promise to talk more of this later, and parted ways. Keith, to get some rest and process all that had happened, and Rey, to keep vigil.
There was no telling that when Ben awoke, he wouldn't do the same to the doctor that he had to Keith. She warns the doctor of this, and she smiles back at Rey and tells her that it wouldn't be her first time dealing with an unruly patient. Rey's returned smile is tight. This woman has no idea what she's dealing with. All the more reason to stay while she tends to him, bandaging his hands. The doctor inquires after what happened, politely, and Rey gives the bland answer, A fight. Obviously. She means well, but it's hard to be anything but on edge when the man lying in that cot is a nuclear weapon waiting to go off.
For most of the night, she's restless, unable to sleep but for thinking herself in circles about what had happened and how she had been responsible for it. She'd gotten pulled in, ignored obvious signs of how dangerous Ben still was. Whatever light was inside of him, whatever conflict, it hadn't stopped him from nearly killing Keith.
But Keith had seen that fury and instability and seen pain in it, as Rey had. That certainly doesn't excuse her from pushing it to the point that it endangered her best friend's life, but it did complicate her feelings. As much as she wanted to hate him for what he had done, she still found concern beneath her anger and confusion. Her hands still itched with replaying that moment over and over, when he'd started punching the glass. What had shifted? When had she lost him?
She wasn't going to solve it in one night. That, she took away more than anything else. She thought she'd heard Urahara, but she'd still pushed and pushed and this is where it had brought her.
Fatigue chases her and ultimately catches up. The sun rises on Rey, propped against the wall beside the cot he lies on, dozing in and out of a half-asleep fugue state, overcome by her use of the Force, the training session Ben had interrupted, and the empty well of her emotions. ]
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How could he say that to her when he had just tried to destroy everything she'd tried to build for herself in a moment of spite? It just makes her think that he's under the impression that she didn't care. That what he'd done didn't matter. And it did. Worse, it stirs the hope in her chest. ]
I don't want to do this now. [ Nonverbal communication isn't working on him, so she tries the aggressive approach. ] I just want to sleep.
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I agree.
[That way he doesn't have to confront the fact that those words just came out of his mouth, or anything else that just happened. That's a great plan.
So they're just going to keep walking in the same direction in silence. Somewhere along the journey, he spots the blood spatters that lead straight back to his room.
Awkward. He's just. Going to go back in there without looking at Rey, or talking about the glass crunching under his boot.]
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Her clothes are stained at the shoulder and knees with his blood, where she had scrambled after him, where she had lifted and carried him with Keith. She's grateful that they're her old clothes, from home, and not the only surviving kimono she has after the troll fight.
She strips them off stiffly, her feet still bare. She'd run out there without a thought except for Keith and Ben. Now her whole body aches and her limbs want to give out before she's even undressed all the way. Only when her head hits her pillow does another thought put an end to the angry cycle of her thoughts trying to chase out her failures, her mistakes that had nearly led to Keith's death:
Thank you. ]