notintehkitchen | Flame #16

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Flame #16

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The undead are all over town. If all the books I have read are accurate, please aim directly for the head either with a blunt object or a gun. All children who reside here, please stay where you are and I will come to get you. I can provide a haven.

Sniper, I will be needing your assistance. Do not worry, you will be rewarded well.

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I've lost a lot of blood before, I'm sure I'll be fine. My weight will help me out here, huh? Just take as much as you can.

Your veight vill not change anyzhing about zhe fact zhat I can merely--

[Darn. He knows you won't stop until he agrees.]

...fein.

Edited 2011-10-15 20:57 (UTC)

Thank you, Sensei. I... I'm happy that you are willing to do this. When this is all over, let's do something fun.

Come to my lab.

[If this is the only way he can be of use, sure. He'll do it.]

...does your idea of fun has somezhing to do vizh fire again?

I'm coming.

[And she is already heading downstairs. Turning off her phone--when she opens the door, she smiles.]

Only if it involves cooking your favorite meal. What is it?

My favorite meal?

[He turns around from the counter he is standing on, frowning at her for a moment in obvious disbelief. After blinking once, he quickly turns back around to his work to hide his flustered face. He couldn't tell her that. Considering how fond she was of meat, she would only laugh at him and his partly very little masculine taste. It got him laughed at often enough already, so food was a bit of a touchy subject for him.

So he went to quickly change the topic, gesturing to a nearby examination table.]

Bitte. Sit down. Nein. Lie down, razher.

Right!

[Heading over to the examination table, Pyro sat down and laid back. Looking up at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and remained completely calm.]

Just think about what you'd like, I'll make it for you.

[He looks over at her for a moment, quietly gritting his teeth for a moment before letting out a sigh.]

I... May haff to zhink about zhat. Zhere ist nozhing zhat I vould call my favorite meal right avay.

[If he was lucky, she'd forget about the matter and he wouldn't have to let her know at all.

Picking up a small syringe filled with a clear liquid, he stepped over to her and picked up her arm. He looked for a suitable vein for a moment before cleaning the area and injecting the solution to her, muttering.]

...you vill relax now, Pyro.

[And indeed it is more of an aneasthetic that he just injects her. Yes, Medic actually has those. He just doesn't use them a lot. But he couldn't let her watch. Half a litre was as much as he could take from her and her body would already require several days to recover from just that little amount.

Sure. They all lost lots of blood during their fights. But the actual amount of said bloodloss was missleading. Most people were unable to actually judge it right.

So he would trick her.

She doesn't want him to join the fight or be of any actual use. Fine. But he wouldn't let her go out there being tired out from bloodloss.

Pyro may not even notice falling to sleep from the injection. But when she wakes up, she will, indeed, feel tired and drained. From the 500ml Medic had in fact taken from her body. Taken and stored away as the three bottles filled with blood she will find on the nearby counter each contain about a liter he has taken from himself while she was asleep. Because his body is capable to deal with loosing that much blood.

There is a note sticking between two of the bottles:

You must drink a lot.

- Medic

If she dares to look for him, she can find him at his desk - sleeping. Sleeves rolled down carefully to cover the bandages on his arm. Because she can't know. She may not need him, but she can't know.]

When Pyro woke up, she indeed felt a little groggy. Stretching her arms above her head, she felt weak in one of her arms but decided it wasn't anything she couldn't cope with. As she stood up from the table, Pyro glanced around before her eyes connected with the bottles of blood and the note.

"Ah?" Going over to it, Pyro read the note and and took it off the bottles. Placing it to her lips, she kissed it. "Sensei.... thank you." Carefully grabbing hold of the bottles, Pyro stored them away in a hidden pocket of her suit and made sure they were secured before she started moving again.

Before leaving for her mission, Pyro went to go find Medic sleeping on his desk. Looking at him with admiration, she lets out a happy sigh and walks over to him.

Bending over, she whispers gently in his ear. "Sleep well." Placing her lips against his forehead, she backs away slowly and heads back for the door.

[The man on the desk stirs for a moment at the voice by his ear and the touch to his forehead, but he does not wake. At least not entirely.]

...sei vorsichtig*...

[He mutters without moving and he may be talking to himself or just in his sleep even as she walks out of the door. MEdic won't be of much use for the next few hours or maybe days.]

[[*Be careful]]

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