[OOM] The Dragonfly, Taris System.
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's been twelve hours.
The Wyrm has been hovering around the system, occasionally passing dangerously close to the spot on Taris' moon that they're hiding on. Each time it's passed on again.
Atton's fever has dropped a bit, but he still hasn't properly woken up, except for brief moments, and he's still rather overly warm.
The Wyrm has been hovering around the system, occasionally passing dangerously close to the spot on Taris' moon that they're hiding on. Each time it's passed on again.
Atton's fever has dropped a bit, but he still hasn't properly woken up, except for brief moments, and he's still rather overly warm.
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:30 pm (UTC)He flings the plate of sandwiches across the room, where it smashes, gets up and walks back into the bedroom.
He curls up in a little ball on the floor next to the bed, already regretting throwing the plate. Waves and waves of emotions flooding him; the almost paralysing feelings of anxiety mixed in with the anger he has at himself for allowing those feelings to exist. The bitter disappointment in himself when he knows that Atton and Will deal with this sort of thing their entire lives and don't go mad or break down or throw plates and go curl up in a little ball.
The fact that the only useful role he plays in this team is as the medical officer, and yet his care and attention is of so little value as to warrant being deliberately and repeatedly ignored.
They've come so close to dying at the hands of others, that to watch Atton deliberately defying the things that might stop this toxin killing him is truly unbearable.
He pushes each emotion down, hard, bottling it up inside, and wiping his cheeks quickly in case one of the others comes in to investigate before he can go back out there and apologise.
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:32 pm (UTC)He growls at Atton before starting to clean things up,
"Just stay in the bloody bed an get better."
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:41 pm (UTC)He assumes Will will come and get him if Atton collapses, so he tries to focus on pushing back his emotions. He feels for his pulse and checks it once a minute until it's back in normal range.
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:50 pm (UTC)"You always were a disappointment to me"
The anger and frustration is pushed back into a sort of dull ache, a feeling of painful exhaustion.
I was never cut out to be an adventurer. I should have been... a lumberjack.
He uncurls slightly and gets up, feeling very tired and a bit shaky. He decides to sit on the edge of the bed and compose himself for a moment; then he'll go back in and apologise.
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:13 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry for smashing the plate." he says to Will.
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Date: 2009-03-29 12:32 am (UTC)He looks at the floor, briefly, then holds his chin up and continues.
"...but I've never had so many near death experiences so close together before, and the thought of losing either of you is unbearable. So please, I know you think I'm pathetic but I need you to not fight me on taking care of yourself. You nearly stopped breathing less than twelve hours ago. You nearly died."
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