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[bit_impossible]

[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.

with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.

and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]

Comments

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Next time might be better if you listen to the warnings, Doctor. Hurt yourself before the bad dreams?

[oliverplus]

Doctor? You're awake early. [so is he, for that matter, but at least he looks healthy now]

[bit_impossible]

[oh he listened, but curiosity killed the cat after all...

looks up at the sudden voice--hadn't he turned it off?--and smiles weakly] Ah, yes. Just a run-in with one of those creatures.

Aerith...were you the one who put that note on my door? I've been trying to figure it out for days now and between the number of letters there--or almost letters--it looks almost like your name.

[bit_impossible]

[okay, so he does look a little more tired than normal] Well you know me, I don't exactly sleep, Ollie.

[squints his eyes] What happened to your bandages?

[oliverplus]

[mutters] You look like you tried to.

[can't help but grin at that] Don't need 'em. I'm all healed up!

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Could fix it? Was good at that.

Yes. Lost the others, couldn't find anyone. Couldn't feel anything, couldn't see. The sons of Sparda are gone. Everyone always leaves... Tried looking, only heard noise. Nonsense.

[bit_impossible]

Just an experiment, really. [innocently runs a hand through his wet hair.]

Are you really? How'd you manage that?

[bit_impossible]

...Could you really? I didn't realise you had medical training.

I'm sorry to have worried you, then. I couldn't find anyone for a while either.

[oliverplus]

[eyes him] What kind of experiment?

Riku managed that! Did you know he can use magic?

[bit_impossible]

Just a sleep meditation type thing I was working on. For the TARDIS. [which is true...]

...Can he really?

[oliverplus]

Didn't work, did it?

Yeah! [holds up his left arm] Look! Good as new.

[bit_impossible]

Possibly not. Have to work out some of the kinks...

[he's more interested in Oliver's suddenly healed arm.] Well, he did say he had a unique fighting style, so perhaps some kind of magic use wouldn't be out of the question either.

[oliverplus]

Possibly not?

I thought magic always had an explanation? But what he can do is amazing! I mean, it's only been like a week since I broke it, and you wouldn't even know I did.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's...different. No poisons, no labs. Cetras don't need those things.

It happens. Not worried, not really. Doctor can take care of himself. Usually.

[hisoldgirl]

[may or may not be quietly watching him from the other room, alternately worried and upset over his display]

[bit_impossible]

[finally leaves the bathroom, towel slung around his shoulders. the moment he sees her face, he puts on a slight smile.] Sorry I took so long in there.

[bit_impossible]

Well, you know how experiments go. Gotta try it more than once. [rubs the back of his neck]

Magic does, like slight of hand, or the use of some device to excite protons, electrons, any kind of -trons--not the film, Tron, though. [has a soft spot for that one.]

[hisoldgirl]

[that smile means very little to her] Are you still unwell? You look unhealthy.

[bit_impossible]

...Do you think you can do something for my nose? I mean, if you can treat my hand as well, that'd be fantastic, but I can live with my hand like this; it'll heal a whole lot quicker than my nose will.

[catches that 'usually' part] Well, I suppose you have a point there...

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Can heal anything. Not a problem.

Of course I do. [Almost smiles.]

[oliverplus]

[raises an eyebrow at him] Some things shouldn't be tried at all.

Well, whatever it was, it fixed me right up! And yes, I checked with R2 before I left the hospital. [doesn't see any need to let the Doctor know Riku cautioned him to rest up to help him recover from the trauma of the injuries]

Uggh. Sorry for that log taking so damn long. I had finals this week.

[heresthebasics.livejournal.com]

Hey Doc! [Starts extremely enthusiastic. He leans in to get a better picture of the scene. He recoils] Doc, are you okay?

If it's something you're feeling, you should never keep it corked up! A real man shows his emotions!

[bluewhitecross.livejournal.com]

[She's been getting nightmares herself, but as a person who's been through a lot of psychological problems? She's actually gotten used to them. The only time she would wake up again is when her dreams get a drastic shift- which would be never, as she's making sure she wont look at the blur again.]

Healing well, Doctor?

[bit_impossible]

[smiles] I'd appreciate the help.

[just rubs the back of his head there.]

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Be right there. [Again with the almost-smile as she slips out of her room.]