Post by Krähe on Dec 5, 2018 23:22:10 GMT -5
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The room was dark save for the the dim glow of beeping machines whirring in the silence of the room.
The best way to describe the room would be that it was incredibly unremarkable. It was nearly identical to any other hospital room with it's white walls, and drab grey ceiling tiles flecked with black spots. The only thing that really set this room apart from countless others was Zachariah Krähe at the center.
Most people tended to look small and vulnerable in a hospital bed, but Krähe's large form dominated the bed. The only thing that infringed on the effect was one wrist restrained to metal, while the other had somehow managed to break free.
The restraints made it clear that the violence he wore like a mantle had not been left at the hospital door. This was no poor helpless soul nestled in bed. He was a wounded unpredictable beast, but oddly enough it was sad to see him like this. Like watching a wild animal waste away in an cold sterile observation room.
As his visitor drew closer she realized that while he seemed relatively calm...his drug induced sleep was not a fitful one.
Siberia took one look at him and almost turned back. She didn't know if she came to see if he was fine, or if she just wanted to see how much he was hurt. Now that she saw she figured she could leave, but her eyes were fixed on him. He never looked like this, so serene and almost vulnerable. It was almost unreal.
She put her hand by his nose, and mouth to feel his breath. It wasn't exactly labored just... calm. She looked over at the bandages peeking above the sheets on his shoulder and palmed her own arm in its compression sleeve.
"Bitch." She whispered to herself allowing the curse in this closed off space.
Siberia watched all the machines closely trying to figure out what they monitored, but nothing was as close as feeling it for herself. She gently dropped her head to his chest to try to hear his heartbeat.
"Shouldn't be in a place like this Si. Not in my nightmares." His words were heavy with sedation and obviously spoken from a raw throat.
Pale grey eyes couldn't seem to focus on her, but one scarred hand managed to brush against her head with surprising gentleness, before she could yank away. Long strong fingers threading through her hair.
"You should be out in the sunlight somewhere..." The softly spoken words trailed off one a sigh, as his hand fell back against the bed.
Siberia leans back to get off him, and gives him a steely glare.
"Of course you get up now."
She sighs now that she has been uncovered. She did hope to just be in and out before being noticed by anyone, but she is learning to not plan anything when it involves Krahe. She looks him over, and picks up the hand in the lonely restraint by holding his index finger up.
"Always the rebel?"
As she notices the bruises around his wrists from him fighting against his restraints. At one point it seemed he must have tried to pry the metal bar from the bed.
"Heh, s'my dream I do what I want." The slightly slurred words were said with an amused smile teasing his lips. Though the smile also caused him to wince slightly from the sting that it caused.
She puts his hand down and firmly places hers over his pressing it down on the bed, so that she can better examine the bruising on his wrists.
"You need to choose your battles more wisely, Z."
He glanced down at his wrists without lifting his head, and then met her eyes once more with a shrug.
"I don't really remember it..." He trailed off as his eyes flickered around the room and his body tensed. "But Si I hate hospitals, so I can't say I wouldn't do it again. Even in a dream it's hard not to try to tear this bed apart."
She kneels to rest her arm and head on the metal rails that the restraint is attached to,"
"No better place to recover in."
She goes real quiet and softly pinches at the skin on his hand. She only breathes out to whisper.
"You deserve this."
His eyes fell down to her touch, and then flickered around the room with lost eyes, before meeting her own with a slightly haunted look.
"You're right, I do deserve this far more than you realise." With those words he sank back into his bed, as if all the fight had left him.
"Hospitals are nothing more than factories of death and suffering, and I suppose that means that my nightmares and I fit in here just fine...Seeing you here however makes me feel sick in my stomach. Even if this is just a dream Si you don't belong in a place like this." His words began to slur again at the end due to the machine delivering his next dose of medication.
He broke eye contact with her closing his eyes, as if to block out the sight of her.
Siberia stands back up as he drifts away.
"I've been here more than you know, Z."
She walks up and places her lips to his face to get a closer look at him. He never seems to be at peace. She kisses his forehead.
"I owe you one."
Siberia walks out of the room and a hooded figure looms next to it. The larger man lowers his hood and watches Krahe from behind her with a serene face covered in kanji tattoos..
"So this is her man?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
The room was dark save for the the dim glow of beeping machines whirring in the silence of the room.
The best way to describe the room would be that it was incredibly unremarkable. It was nearly identical to any other hospital room with it's white walls, and drab grey ceiling tiles flecked with black spots. The only thing that really set this room apart from countless others was Zachariah Krähe at the center.
Most people tended to look small and vulnerable in a hospital bed, but Krähe's large form dominated the bed. The only thing that infringed on the effect was one wrist restrained to metal, while the other had somehow managed to break free.
The restraints made it clear that the violence he wore like a mantle had not been left at the hospital door. This was no poor helpless soul nestled in bed. He was a wounded unpredictable beast, but oddly enough it was sad to see him like this. Like watching a wild animal waste away in an cold sterile observation room.
As his visitor drew closer she realized that while he seemed relatively calm...his drug induced sleep was not a fitful one.
Siberia took one look at him and almost turned back. She didn't know if she came to see if he was fine, or if she just wanted to see how much he was hurt. Now that she saw she figured she could leave, but her eyes were fixed on him. He never looked like this, so serene and almost vulnerable. It was almost unreal.
She put her hand by his nose, and mouth to feel his breath. It wasn't exactly labored just... calm. She looked over at the bandages peeking above the sheets on his shoulder and palmed her own arm in its compression sleeve.
"Bitch." She whispered to herself allowing the curse in this closed off space.
Siberia watched all the machines closely trying to figure out what they monitored, but nothing was as close as feeling it for herself. She gently dropped her head to his chest to try to hear his heartbeat.
"Shouldn't be in a place like this Si. Not in my nightmares." His words were heavy with sedation and obviously spoken from a raw throat.
Pale grey eyes couldn't seem to focus on her, but one scarred hand managed to brush against her head with surprising gentleness, before she could yank away. Long strong fingers threading through her hair.
"You should be out in the sunlight somewhere..." The softly spoken words trailed off one a sigh, as his hand fell back against the bed.
Siberia leans back to get off him, and gives him a steely glare.
"Of course you get up now."
She sighs now that she has been uncovered. She did hope to just be in and out before being noticed by anyone, but she is learning to not plan anything when it involves Krahe. She looks him over, and picks up the hand in the lonely restraint by holding his index finger up.
"Always the rebel?"
As she notices the bruises around his wrists from him fighting against his restraints. At one point it seemed he must have tried to pry the metal bar from the bed.
"Heh, s'my dream I do what I want." The slightly slurred words were said with an amused smile teasing his lips. Though the smile also caused him to wince slightly from the sting that it caused.
She puts his hand down and firmly places hers over his pressing it down on the bed, so that she can better examine the bruising on his wrists.
"You need to choose your battles more wisely, Z."
He glanced down at his wrists without lifting his head, and then met her eyes once more with a shrug.
"I don't really remember it..." He trailed off as his eyes flickered around the room and his body tensed. "But Si I hate hospitals, so I can't say I wouldn't do it again. Even in a dream it's hard not to try to tear this bed apart."
She kneels to rest her arm and head on the metal rails that the restraint is attached to,"
"No better place to recover in."
She goes real quiet and softly pinches at the skin on his hand. She only breathes out to whisper.
"You deserve this."
His eyes fell down to her touch, and then flickered around the room with lost eyes, before meeting her own with a slightly haunted look.
"You're right, I do deserve this far more than you realise." With those words he sank back into his bed, as if all the fight had left him.
"Hospitals are nothing more than factories of death and suffering, and I suppose that means that my nightmares and I fit in here just fine...Seeing you here however makes me feel sick in my stomach. Even if this is just a dream Si you don't belong in a place like this." His words began to slur again at the end due to the machine delivering his next dose of medication.
He broke eye contact with her closing his eyes, as if to block out the sight of her.
Siberia stands back up as he drifts away.
"I've been here more than you know, Z."
She walks up and places her lips to his face to get a closer look at him. He never seems to be at peace. She kisses his forehead.
"I owe you one."
Siberia walks out of the room and a hooded figure looms next to it. The larger man lowers his hood and watches Krahe from behind her with a serene face covered in kanji tattoos..
"So this is her man?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."