[Luna seemed to be particularly broken up about this whole situation. Understandably. Asch had been her patient. In Nic's experience, doctors get territorial about that sort of thing.
And well, Luna had been nice to him. it would be wrong of him not to extend the same courtesy to her. So he makes a cup of tea, and finds Luna where she's been all day, the study.
He puts it down in front of her without a word, for now.]
[While she had made a beeline for Toi immediately after the execution for obvious reasons, it's not too hard to locate where she sits in the study, technical notes from her notepad scattered in various piles, several books from the library stacked in a corner near where she sits.
So busy in what she does, she doesn't notice the cup until it hits the table. Luna starts a bit, her actions freezing up.]
O-oh...
[Her eyes follow the line of the arm... and soften when she sees that it's Nic.
She weakly signs her greeting to him, then, with a glance back at the cup, adds on a quick thank you. She'll move the cup closer, but doesn't move to take a sip just yet.]
That was-- [Ah. Pardon her. She flips to a new page.]
[Hm, ok, good. He did the correct thing. It still feels weird being thanked. If he gets out of here alive he'll have to thank Alex because he just did what he thought she would do!!]
Sorry you lost your patient.
[A pause, and then;]
Lose L-o-s-e Patient P-a-t-i-e-n-t [These seem like words a doctor is unfortunately going to have to know.]
[Blue as a substitute for sad.... slick move, Luna.]
Sad. S-a-d. Hurt. h-u-r-t.
[More words to remember. He really aught to sift through the library for a sign language book like Worick got for him when they were young, so Luna can practice on her own. He shifts to his notebook;]
That's unfortunate. I think the sciences can do that to people sometimes. Seeing or dealing with complicated matters on a daily basis wears at the mind.
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
[Luna is vanishing from the ballroom with Zenitsu pretty much instantly, which... is understandable, since the kid was just shot in the arm. But if Nic is looking for her, she can still be found in the infirmary later when the door finally opens back up, quietly sanitizing tools in the corner of the office.]
[Yeah, he knows better than to come bother her right away. She has a patient to tend to, after all. But he does want to chat with Luna. So for the hardworking doctor, Nic's bringing her tea again. Once he sets it down in front of her;]
[Well. At least Nic wasn't the most injured person in the mansion for long(?) Which means he's allowed to act like he's fine. That's definitely how it works. Even when he still looks terrible and has about have the stamina and general constitution he normally has.
He can handle it. And Luna has gotta be strung out.]
Need a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g? [If nothing else, Nic does fingerspell faster and more easily than anyone else.]
[She's spent most of the morning figuring out the whole Galo situation, but in the afternoon Nic can find her in the astronomy tower! She has one of her usual dresses on, and... a coat draped over her shoulders??? Weird.
She'll shake her head, quietly rummaging for her notebook. One-handed + tired = she's not going to make him suffer through her slow, muddled signs.]
Not right now, but thank you for asking.
You should really be getting some rest, you know. Didn't I tell you to take it easy? You just suffered a very traumatic injury.
[Giving him an exhausted and knowing look. Excuse you, this is not in bed, this is the opposite of in bed.]
[That coat sure isn't Luna's normal style. Weird! But Nic knows better than to ask.
He does make a face at the admonishment, as if he can't believe she's scolding him for acting like he didn't just lose his entire dang arm.]
Peach gave me more meds. I feel fine. [He doesn't LOOK fine. He is of course referring to what he'd have told Luna yesterday, that normal painkillers don't work well on him. His own meds dull pain, but he didn't have access to extra, and would ask the girls about that. Apparently he's now done so.
More importantly, he's mixing up not feeling pain with not being injured. Silly Nic.]
[After Akechi's giant ass meeting where we all talked about everything, Luna slips away as she so often tends to do. At the very least, though, if one is to go looking for her, she's not hard to find - a quick peek in the lounge will see her curled up on the couch in this little number, appearing to be asleep.]
[Well, Nic still isn't sure what the situation with robots are. Luna's been through a lot but do robots sleep?? He certainly feels like it would be rude to interrupt her but waiting here for her to wake up would be weird???
Hmmm but surely to be asleep here and not her bed it wasn't intentional? Sure, yeah, that makes sense. He taps Luna on the shoulder to see if she rouses from that.]
I have written this tag three times on mobile and EVERY TIME IACCIDENTALLY CLOSE OUT...........
[The touch does get her to stir, her head lifting woozily from the couch arm, squinting up at him.]
Oh... o-oh, Nic, it's just you... [She'll gingerly push herself up to a seat, every morion slow and pained. Only when she's finally upright does she bother to start signing.]
Were you standing there for very long? [The signs are slower and sloppier than usual.]
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And well, Luna had been nice to him. it would be wrong of him not to extend the same courtesy to her. So he makes a cup of tea, and finds Luna where she's been all day, the study.
He puts it down in front of her without a word, for now.]
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So busy in what she does, she doesn't notice the cup until it hits the table. Luna starts a bit, her actions freezing up.]
O-oh...
[Her eyes follow the line of the arm... and soften when she sees that it's Nic.
She weakly signs her greeting to him, then, with a glance back at the cup, adds on a quick thank you. She'll move the cup closer, but doesn't move to take a sip just yet.]
That was-- [Ah. Pardon her. She flips to a new page.]
That was kind of you. I really appreciate it.
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Sorry you lost your patient.
[A pause, and then;]
Lose L-o-s-e
Patient P-a-t-i-e-n-t
[These seem like words a doctor is unfortunately going to have to know.]
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Don't be sorry, please.
I am... blue? [She signs the color, but spells out s-a-d. Teach her proper, sensei.] Blue for Asch.
Losing patient h-u-r-t-s.
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Sad. S-a-d.
Hurt. h-u-r-t.
[More words to remember. He really aught to sift through the library for a sign language book like Worick got for him when they were young, so Luna can practice on her own. He shifts to his notebook;]
I'm glad we have a doctor like you.
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I don't feel like much of one right this moment. It's [A lengthy pause as she struggles for the right word--]
frightening
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You care. That's what I mean. My doctor at home was the same, even if he had the personality of sandpaper.
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That's unfortunate. I think the sciences can do that to people sometimes. Seeing or dealing with complicated matters on a daily basis wears at the mind.
I hope he listens to you.
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He doesn't. Real stubborn bastard. All the factions in the city want to recruit him but he insists on remaining neutral.
[Despite the harsh words, there's an almost fond look on Nic's face as he writes. Theo was a mean bitch but he was a good man and a good doctor.]
WEEK TWO - POST BODY (1/3)
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
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2/3
3/3
and then, just as suddenly as it starts
it stops
with a cold, harsh snap
and you are alone.]
WEEK THREE - SATURDAY - POST TRIAL
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That Zenitsu kid going to be ok?
Week 4, sunday
He can handle it. And Luna has gotta be strung out.]
Need a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g?
[If nothing else, Nic does fingerspell faster and more easily than anyone else.]
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a coat draped over her shoulders??? Weird.
She'll shake her head, quietly rummaging for her notebook. One-handed + tired = she's not going to make him suffer through her slow, muddled signs.]
Not right now, but thank you for asking.
You should really be getting some rest, you know. Didn't I tell you to take it easy? You just suffered a very traumatic injury.
[Giving him an exhausted and knowing look. Excuse you, this is not in bed, this is the opposite of in bed.]
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He does make a face at the admonishment, as if he can't believe she's scolding him for acting like he didn't just lose his entire dang arm.]
Peach gave me more meds. I feel fine.
[He doesn't LOOK fine. He is of course referring to what he'd have told Luna yesterday, that normal painkillers don't work well on him. His own meds dull pain, but he didn't have access to extra, and would ask the girls about that. Apparently he's now done so.
More importantly, he's mixing up not feeling pain with not being injured. Silly Nic.]
WEEK FIVE - SUNDAY
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Hmmm but surely to be asleep here and not her bed it wasn't intentional? Sure, yeah, that makes sense. He taps Luna on the shoulder to see if she rouses from that.]
I have written this tag three times on mobile and EVERY TIME IACCIDENTALLY CLOSE OUT...........
[The touch does get her to stir, her head lifting woozily from the couch arm, squinting up at him.]
Oh... o-oh, Nic, it's just you... [She'll gingerly push herself up to a seat, every morion slow and pained. Only when she's finally upright does she bother to start signing.]
Were you standing there for very long? [The signs are slower and sloppier than usual.]