...I feel like a very well-used sponge...
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lavandarlizard2...wrung out and soggy, and the rain isn't going to stop for three more days.
Okay... I am really tired this week; dealing with idiots without being allowed to commit mayhem does that to me. I am also having some trouble stringing three words together in a coherent manner, so this may take longer to post than the previous sections. Having said that, here is the first partlet of the next... section. *I'm running out of names for these things...* :p
Enjoy.
BFB - 086a - Strange Days IV
Finally, after almost 48 hours, he is beginning to sleep better. He still wakes every hour or so, and the nightmares persist, but he’s not screaming and he hasn’t had any more of what he calls ‘double features’. Mistress Loquinn thinks another 24-36 hours and it’ll be safe to treat his injuries more aggressively. The topicals have worked fine to reduce the pain but they can’t promote good healing the way a potion can.
His appetite is coming back as well. Everyone is bringing little treats to tempt him. Now that he can eat, he’s almost afraid to, for fear of making himself sick. Q has let it be known that bite-size finger foods are preferred. Wufei brought homemade brownies; Trowa brought a small refrigerator stocked with nutritional drinks, sodas and iced teas. Tiffany and Moira brought little ready-to-eat containers of fruits and vegetables. Inazuma, Estaban and Enrique have all brought candy and ice cream. The kitchen staff sends little offerings of lumpia, cream cheese wontons and rice balls, because they know how much he likes those things. The IchiBan sends tiny trays of the sushi that Duo gorged himself on during our visit.
Giniro also sent a request to be informed when Duo would be able to have visitors. I’ve given up trying to decide if Q called her or if she called him. Q and my grandmother seem to have an oddly symbiotic relationship where I and now Duo are concerned. I’m... not sure what to make of it. But it made Duo smile, so I suppose I can forgive them their plotting.
The whole Castle knows that Duo was abducted, but Q has made sure that no one but the five of us knows exactly what happened to him. The accepted story is that his kidnapper was a deranged Mundane Human with an irrational fear/hatred of Magical Creatures. The world in general does not need to know that he was... assaulted. If he was. That determination is still in the hands of Dr French and sundry laboratories. On the one hand, I want to know; on the other, I don’t want him to have to deal with it all over again. Q maintains we cannot hide from it, whatever the outcome, but I just want him strong and healthy again. I want the nightmares to stop. I want him to not be afraid. I want him to... to have his emotional balance back. I want him to know and to believe that none of it was his fault. I want him to... want me again...
I haven’t left him alone for a moment. I think he will eventually pitch a fit over that, but I even look forward to arguing over it. I cannot help it right now; I am simply afraid to leave him. I’ve told myself I’m being absurd; that nothing can happen to him here... And then he wakes from another nightmare, panting, shaking, eyes wide with fear, and he reaches for me.
And damn me, but I *need* him to need me.
I have my work brought here so that I don’t have to leave him. Wufei brought my computer and he and Trowa bring files and reports a couple times a day. Oddly enough, Wufei hasn’t asked to see Duo. He hasn’t knocked on Duo’s door at all; going instead to my door to barely brush his knuckles over the wood, knowing I would hear him when Duo wouldn’t. I think he feels guilty for letting Duo know that he hurt him. I’ve tried telling the idiot Dragon that it’s nobody’s fault, but he still manages to give me that strange indignant/ashamed look, as if I’m the one in denial here. Q has assured me that he will talk to the ridiculous Were-Dragon.
Trowa admitted to having the same blisters, but only on his chest. They form a rough outline of the place where Duo’s hand landed when he pushed Trowa away from him. Trowa showed them to me, out in the hall. He also voiced the opinion that what Duo did is not normal for Banshees. I think I already guessed that; having had a first-hand look during the toad demon incident. I plan to ask Teal if he has ever heard of such ability. *sigh* Once I get up the nerve to actually talk to my angel’s uncle.
I have never been a coward before, but right now, I am avoiding calling the elder Banshee out of nothing more than cold fear. Teal’s regard means a great deal to me. I know he will have some strong words for me; I expect nothing less.
...tbc...
Okay... I am really tired this week; dealing with idiots without being allowed to commit mayhem does that to me. I am also having some trouble stringing three words together in a coherent manner, so this may take longer to post than the previous sections. Having said that, here is the first partlet of the next... section. *I'm running out of names for these things...* :p
Enjoy.
BFB - 086a - Strange Days IV
Finally, after almost 48 hours, he is beginning to sleep better. He still wakes every hour or so, and the nightmares persist, but he’s not screaming and he hasn’t had any more of what he calls ‘double features’. Mistress Loquinn thinks another 24-36 hours and it’ll be safe to treat his injuries more aggressively. The topicals have worked fine to reduce the pain but they can’t promote good healing the way a potion can.
His appetite is coming back as well. Everyone is bringing little treats to tempt him. Now that he can eat, he’s almost afraid to, for fear of making himself sick. Q has let it be known that bite-size finger foods are preferred. Wufei brought homemade brownies; Trowa brought a small refrigerator stocked with nutritional drinks, sodas and iced teas. Tiffany and Moira brought little ready-to-eat containers of fruits and vegetables. Inazuma, Estaban and Enrique have all brought candy and ice cream. The kitchen staff sends little offerings of lumpia, cream cheese wontons and rice balls, because they know how much he likes those things. The IchiBan sends tiny trays of the sushi that Duo gorged himself on during our visit.
Giniro also sent a request to be informed when Duo would be able to have visitors. I’ve given up trying to decide if Q called her or if she called him. Q and my grandmother seem to have an oddly symbiotic relationship where I and now Duo are concerned. I’m... not sure what to make of it. But it made Duo smile, so I suppose I can forgive them their plotting.
The whole Castle knows that Duo was abducted, but Q has made sure that no one but the five of us knows exactly what happened to him. The accepted story is that his kidnapper was a deranged Mundane Human with an irrational fear/hatred of Magical Creatures. The world in general does not need to know that he was... assaulted. If he was. That determination is still in the hands of Dr French and sundry laboratories. On the one hand, I want to know; on the other, I don’t want him to have to deal with it all over again. Q maintains we cannot hide from it, whatever the outcome, but I just want him strong and healthy again. I want the nightmares to stop. I want him to not be afraid. I want him to... to have his emotional balance back. I want him to know and to believe that none of it was his fault. I want him to... want me again...
I haven’t left him alone for a moment. I think he will eventually pitch a fit over that, but I even look forward to arguing over it. I cannot help it right now; I am simply afraid to leave him. I’ve told myself I’m being absurd; that nothing can happen to him here... And then he wakes from another nightmare, panting, shaking, eyes wide with fear, and he reaches for me.
And damn me, but I *need* him to need me.
I have my work brought here so that I don’t have to leave him. Wufei brought my computer and he and Trowa bring files and reports a couple times a day. Oddly enough, Wufei hasn’t asked to see Duo. He hasn’t knocked on Duo’s door at all; going instead to my door to barely brush his knuckles over the wood, knowing I would hear him when Duo wouldn’t. I think he feels guilty for letting Duo know that he hurt him. I’ve tried telling the idiot Dragon that it’s nobody’s fault, but he still manages to give me that strange indignant/ashamed look, as if I’m the one in denial here. Q has assured me that he will talk to the ridiculous Were-Dragon.
Trowa admitted to having the same blisters, but only on his chest. They form a rough outline of the place where Duo’s hand landed when he pushed Trowa away from him. Trowa showed them to me, out in the hall. He also voiced the opinion that what Duo did is not normal for Banshees. I think I already guessed that; having had a first-hand look during the toad demon incident. I plan to ask Teal if he has ever heard of such ability. *sigh* Once I get up the nerve to actually talk to my angel’s uncle.
I have never been a coward before, but right now, I am avoiding calling the elder Banshee out of nothing more than cold fear. Teal’s regard means a great deal to me. I know he will have some strong words for me; I expect nothing less.
...tbc...
