Post by zombie on Feb 7, 2019 17:05:22 GMT -5
{off camera}
The hospital wing was dim and mostly quiet. The silence was only broken by the occasional beep of a machine, and snippet of conversation from the nurses' desk.
Visiting hours were over, and all occupants were supposed to be settling in for the night.
For all intents and purposes, Krähe should not be here, and the truth was he didn't want to be here. He hated hospitals, the institutional white halls, the sharp smell of antiseptic that tried in vain to wash out the stench of sickness and death...He hated every bit of it, but this is where she is, so this is where he is.
He adjusted the collar on his plain green scrubs, and never hesitated in stepping up to the desk.
He looked over the patient charts as if he belonged there. Flirting with the nurses, and complaining about being switched to night shift. They never expected a thing as he stepped away, and headed down the hall.
Funny thing how willing people were to accept you if you acted like you belonged.
Pausing outside the door he took a deep breath and took the time center his composure. Before he could change his mind one scarred hand gently opened the door, and he slipped into the dark room like a shadow.
Quitely he stepped up to the bed and took a seat in the chair beside it. He hadn't fully thought past getting to this point, and as a result felt a bit lost.
His grey eyes caressing over the figure in the bed, paying special attention to her sling, and the cuts on her face.
Siberia Zombie stirred in her bed when she sensed his presence. She consciously turned to face him with some discomfort. She sighed deeply before opening her eyes and waited for him to act. She deserved whatever was coming.
Instead, he simply continued his examination, until his eyes finally came to rest on her's.
"This is a switch, one I can't say I care for. Did I forget to mention that I am not the best example to follow?" His voice was gentle, and notably tired, as he spoke softly into the silence of the room.
Siberia put a hand on the arm that was wrapped up close to her body as she looked at the marks on his face.
"I couldn't help myself. I was too curious for my own good."
Her words drew a chuckle from him. One that had him wincing every so slightly, before shifting into a more comfortable position.
"The little girl just could not sleep, because her thoughts were way to deep. Her mind had gone out for a stroll, and stumbled down a rabbit hole..." His words were lit with the faintest of accents, as he recited the nonsensical verse, but despite the nonsense, it was soothing none the less.
"Do me a favor, save the hospital beds for me in the future. I will be happy to describe them to you in great detail ‘till your curiosity is satisfied."
This made her release a small sigh of laughter.
"I volki syty, I ovtsy tsely."
They stared at each other before this morbid curiosity got the better of her again.
"Why aren't you getting your pound of flesh? When I heard you coming I was sure it was time. You deserve it as well."
He cocked his head to the side slightly with a look of genuine confusion.
"What are you talking about? Did they examine your head yet?"
"I saw what they did. My people. I didn't know but that is no excuse."
Siberia braced her arm and sat up on the bed with some effort.
"I know you aren't going to just let it go so just do it now."
Her words had his expression shuttering down, grey eyes taking on a more calculating edge.
"Very well, close your eyes then."
The words were measured but not harsh, like that of an execution to someone about to swing. He didn't say another word as he stood to his full height looming over the bed. Siberia unfastened the loop holding the sling around her neck. She straightened her back and closed her eyes. She was in the right place for more harm that needed to be done.
Instead, she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, and the press of his resting against her.
"I would never punish you, for the actions of someone else. In fact, I highly doubt I would punish you for anything at all."
He stepped away from the bed, as she opened her eyes once more.
"Rest Siberia, and don't worry about paying any debts to me again."
Siberia wiped away her astonished smile with a wave. She looked away from him and shook her head.
"You know how things go in this world, Z. I don't think this is over."
"True as that may be this is one tab you are not picking up."
"It started with me. I should be the one ending it."
Krähe paused, turning to look at her while jamming his hands into the scrub pockets.
"Exactly what did you start Siberia, that you feel you still need pay for?"
Siberia waved her hand in the air between them.
"All of this. Me being here. You looking like that. All of it."
"Siberia...I am only going to say this once. You can't hold yourself solely responsible for this in any way. You did not start anything if anything to were shoved into the center of it. This..."
He pulled one scarred hand out to gesture at himself.
"If anything I had it coming for one thing or another. It's nothing more than a little blood. Do you understand?"
"Always the unflappable man."
She lay back down on the bed and stared at him, studying the fresh wounds on his face.
"You know they'll be waiting for you."
Krähe grinned at her rocking on his heels.
"They won't be the only ones or even the last ones. Their first shot is a freebie and the second one they pay for. Still, none of that has anything to do with you."
"You really think so? I hope you're right"
One dark brow arches at the comment.
"I believe as the person on the receiving end of it, I'm in a fairly good position to say who I don't hold accountable."
Siberia finally nodded at this
"I'll accept this, Z. But don't blame me if I beat myself up over it."
"You'll have to wait till you have to arms to beat yourself with. In the meantime rest, yeah?"
With these words, Siberia submits and lets her head sink into her pillow.
The hospital wing was dim and mostly quiet. The silence was only broken by the occasional beep of a machine, and snippet of conversation from the nurses' desk.
Visiting hours were over, and all occupants were supposed to be settling in for the night.
For all intents and purposes, Krähe should not be here, and the truth was he didn't want to be here. He hated hospitals, the institutional white halls, the sharp smell of antiseptic that tried in vain to wash out the stench of sickness and death...He hated every bit of it, but this is where she is, so this is where he is.
He adjusted the collar on his plain green scrubs, and never hesitated in stepping up to the desk.
He looked over the patient charts as if he belonged there. Flirting with the nurses, and complaining about being switched to night shift. They never expected a thing as he stepped away, and headed down the hall.
Funny thing how willing people were to accept you if you acted like you belonged.
Pausing outside the door he took a deep breath and took the time center his composure. Before he could change his mind one scarred hand gently opened the door, and he slipped into the dark room like a shadow.
Quitely he stepped up to the bed and took a seat in the chair beside it. He hadn't fully thought past getting to this point, and as a result felt a bit lost.
His grey eyes caressing over the figure in the bed, paying special attention to her sling, and the cuts on her face.
Siberia Zombie stirred in her bed when she sensed his presence. She consciously turned to face him with some discomfort. She sighed deeply before opening her eyes and waited for him to act. She deserved whatever was coming.
Instead, he simply continued his examination, until his eyes finally came to rest on her's.
"This is a switch, one I can't say I care for. Did I forget to mention that I am not the best example to follow?" His voice was gentle, and notably tired, as he spoke softly into the silence of the room.
Siberia put a hand on the arm that was wrapped up close to her body as she looked at the marks on his face.
"I couldn't help myself. I was too curious for my own good."
Her words drew a chuckle from him. One that had him wincing every so slightly, before shifting into a more comfortable position.
"The little girl just could not sleep, because her thoughts were way to deep. Her mind had gone out for a stroll, and stumbled down a rabbit hole..." His words were lit with the faintest of accents, as he recited the nonsensical verse, but despite the nonsense, it was soothing none the less.
"Do me a favor, save the hospital beds for me in the future. I will be happy to describe them to you in great detail ‘till your curiosity is satisfied."
This made her release a small sigh of laughter.
"I volki syty, I ovtsy tsely."
They stared at each other before this morbid curiosity got the better of her again.
"Why aren't you getting your pound of flesh? When I heard you coming I was sure it was time. You deserve it as well."
He cocked his head to the side slightly with a look of genuine confusion.
"What are you talking about? Did they examine your head yet?"
"I saw what they did. My people. I didn't know but that is no excuse."
Siberia braced her arm and sat up on the bed with some effort.
"I know you aren't going to just let it go so just do it now."
Her words had his expression shuttering down, grey eyes taking on a more calculating edge.
"Very well, close your eyes then."
The words were measured but not harsh, like that of an execution to someone about to swing. He didn't say another word as he stood to his full height looming over the bed. Siberia unfastened the loop holding the sling around her neck. She straightened her back and closed her eyes. She was in the right place for more harm that needed to be done.
Instead, she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, and the press of his resting against her.
"I would never punish you, for the actions of someone else. In fact, I highly doubt I would punish you for anything at all."
He stepped away from the bed, as she opened her eyes once more.
"Rest Siberia, and don't worry about paying any debts to me again."
Siberia wiped away her astonished smile with a wave. She looked away from him and shook her head.
"You know how things go in this world, Z. I don't think this is over."
"True as that may be this is one tab you are not picking up."
"It started with me. I should be the one ending it."
Krähe paused, turning to look at her while jamming his hands into the scrub pockets.
"Exactly what did you start Siberia, that you feel you still need pay for?"
Siberia waved her hand in the air between them.
"All of this. Me being here. You looking like that. All of it."
"Siberia...I am only going to say this once. You can't hold yourself solely responsible for this in any way. You did not start anything if anything to were shoved into the center of it. This..."
He pulled one scarred hand out to gesture at himself.
"If anything I had it coming for one thing or another. It's nothing more than a little blood. Do you understand?"
"Always the unflappable man."
She lay back down on the bed and stared at him, studying the fresh wounds on his face.
"You know they'll be waiting for you."
Krähe grinned at her rocking on his heels.
"They won't be the only ones or even the last ones. Their first shot is a freebie and the second one they pay for. Still, none of that has anything to do with you."
"You really think so? I hope you're right"
One dark brow arches at the comment.
"I believe as the person on the receiving end of it, I'm in a fairly good position to say who I don't hold accountable."
Siberia finally nodded at this
"I'll accept this, Z. But don't blame me if I beat myself up over it."
"You'll have to wait till you have to arms to beat yourself with. In the meantime rest, yeah?"
With these words, Siberia submits and lets her head sink into her pillow.