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❝do you know where they are now?❞
❝gone.❞
gone.
such a gentle word
why not say slaughtered?
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Anya watches him for another moment longer, searching his face for any sign of insincerity or doubt as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. She knows she probably shouldn’t go along with this, shouldn’t trust anyone with her own wellbeing but…she does trust him, and she finds herself nodding.
“Okay,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, we can…let’s go…”
No. She doesn't want to stay here. Not for another hour, not for the rest of her life. She doesn't want to be scared of what someone will do to her, or what she will be made to do to someone else. She does not want to be trapped in this small room waiting for someone to determine what her next moment will be like. She doesn't want to fear. She doesn't want to hurt. She doesn't want to be what they made her.
But...but....if they try to leave and they fail...
But if they don't try at all...
"No," she whispers, curling tighter around herself. Her gaze dips...lifts again...considering the risks... "Are you sure we can do this? You...you have a plan?"
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It does not take long after their arrival for Scarlet to stir. It starts with the fluttering of auburn lashes and words slurred so quietly they were rendered completely unintelligible. When she fully awoke for the first time, it was with some confusion - a panic that settled in exactly as it had before the anesthesia had washed everything away.
Wolf. Anya. Their friends. Herself.
It was almost as if she had not left that facility, though it was not too difficult for Wolf to reorient her, to assure her that everyone was safe, and for her to fall asleep again in his arms. It was a couple more hours before she woke again in the very early hours of the morning as a young nurse replaced an empty bag of fluids with a brand-new one.
Scarlet blinks against the low fluorescent lights, a low groan of protest sounding amid the incessant beeping from the monitor in the corner of the room. Her chest heaves as she sucks in a lungful of the sterile air, body shifting below the heavy weight settled against her chest. All at once, her breath releases in a sharp gasp, her heart lurches against her sternum sending the monitor into a tizzy of frantic beeping, and her hands find purchase on the arm Wolf had wrapped around her. It is with a dizzying rush of relief that Scarlet realizes it's only him. Wolf and Winter, who sleeps curled up on the small couch like a child, a curtain of dark curls spilling over the edge.
She feels Wolf shift beside her, and notes the way the nurse leans over the edge of the bed to check on her, but these details fade for a moment as everything comes back to her with a renewed clarity.
Thalia and the way her cruel laughter bounced off those transparent walls. Anya, little body shaking with terror as one too-steady arm held the gun aloft. Pain erupting across her skin as the bullet tore through her shoulder. The warmth of her own blood settling into her clothing. Everything else comes a little less clearly, teetering the kind of line only the most vivid of dreams could and making her doubt the reality of them. Myha and the podship. The Rampion and its familiar med bay. All their friends gathered around her. Talk of the suspension tank and glimpses of Wolf and Anya somewhere behind her.
Scarlet moves to sit, twisting to try and face Wolf, and finds the same pain waiting to surface again though it is somewhat dulled now. Her face scrunches in a grimace, a hiss of pain escaping clenched teeth, but it remains ignored as her eyes search her husband for signs of injury and her hands fight against his arms and the nurse's unhelpful grasp keeping the one in range of the IV pump.
"Wolf," she says, startled to find how hoarse her voice sounds, how irritated her throat feels. A low rumble sounds at the back of her throat as she tries to clear the strangeness of it away.
The nurse releases her as soon as she has pushed the IV pump closer to her, allowing Scarlet the range of motion she seemed to desire. Scarlet's good hand finds Wolf's face, the other resting against his arm.
"You're okay," she breathes like it has been her worrying herself sick all these terribly long hours and not drifting in the blissful nothingness the anesthesia had offered her. "Thank the stars! Anya? Is she okay? I think...I think I remember talking about...something about the su-"
Her words come up short, remembering the nurse still lingering at her bedside. She'd already said enough to earn a questioning look.
"She's safe? Everyone's safe?"
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Jacin isn’t much of a hugger, except where Winter was involved, but after all they had been through tonight, he takes Wolf’s hand and pulls him forward - or rather, steps up to meet him - offering a somewhat awkward and fleeting embrace.
“You don’t ever have to thank me for something like this. It’s what any friend would do.”
In fact, it’s what Scarlet had done for Winter once, risking her own life to ensure Winter survived the plague. She wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Scarlet.
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After a period of time closer to fourty-five minutes than the thirty minutes Jacin had estimated, a middle aged nurse with wrinkles setting in at the corners of her eyes and a kind smile came to lead them to a rather small recovery room.
Scarlet still lay sleeping on the single bed, a series of thin wires attached her to a monitor showing off her vitals though it offered no clues on how to decipher the lines and numbers displayed on its screen. The back of her hand was covered in a thin clear sheet that allowed the nurse - and everyone else - a clear view of her IV. A large bag of fluids hung from the pole at her bedside. Everything else had been cleared off of it, but a hint of red still haloed the secondary port from where she had received blood through it during the surgery. A little pink had come back to her lips but her skin was still too pale, though the only sign of her injury now was the thicker padding on her shoulder, hiding the stitched wound from sight. A spot of blood colored the center of it but it had already begun to dry darker and had not passed the thick black circle someone had drawn around it.
Seeing the concern etched in both Winter and Wolf’s expressions, the nurse smiled. “You’re not used to seeing her this way, but she really is doing very well. She’ll be waking soon and then you’ll see, though she’ll still be groggy and probably confused. It’s just the medicine wearing off. Completely normal, right, Dr. Clay?”
Jacin’s gaze only finds the nurse when she says his name, but he nods in response to her words.
“It’s different than on Luna,” he glances back at Wolf, knowing the countless surgeries he has no doubt just woken up from with few side effects, if any at all. “There’s a recovery period after surgeries on Earth that patients don’t have to experience in the suspension tanks. It takes longer for the medication to leave their systems here and it does strange things to a person’s mind but…it’s not harmful in the long run. She won’t remember anything that happens until it wears off.”
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@words-of-tomatoes For you, lovely~ 💕
// Scarlet & Anya //
Inspired by my fan fiction With You, I am Home.
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i am his rage.
inherit the engine and leak, no mistake
i am the warning.
the blaring that won't let you sleep in peace
i am his only.
the little fist bruising the wheel and switching seats
i'm biting my own tongue
i am my father's lost son.
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Natalie Wee, Least of all
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Winter watches as he picks from the selection - one that cannot be satisfying given the meager portion, dry-looking bread, and wilted lettuce. But it was something, and that’s all she is looking for right now. Once Scarlet was out of surgery and awake and okay, Wolf would certainly be able to eat some more, especially once the fresher and more appetizing options become available again in the morning. For now, this would do.
Giving a single nod in response, Winter leads Wolf back to the waiting room where they continue to wait. and wait. and wait. and wait. until Winter is sure she’ll go made herself - again - let alone Wolf and his abundance of nervous energy. But no sooner does she come to this conclusion does Jacin walk through the double doors separating them from the operating rooms beyond. Winter stands abruptly, like a soldier called to attention but with far more of her tell-tale grace. He looks exhausted, though she cannot tell yet whether it is the situation at whole or something with the surgery.
“Is she-”
Jacin cuts Winter off before she can finish, casting a long look at both of them. “She’s alright. Surgery went really well, actually. These doctors really do know what they’re doing.”
Despite the positivity of his words, Winter can’t help but notice the solemn notes underlying them. One might assume it was the sleepless night or the worry for his friend but Winter can’t help but feel concerned it is something more. Something he is not yet sharing. Her heart speeds in her chest and she bites down on her lip, concentrating on the sensation as if she could control it before Wolf could undoubtedly hear.
“There’s likely to be some permanent damage but we won’t know the full extent of it until her recovery is complete and we can test her full active ranges of motion. But she’ll live and she’ll likely still have some use of the arm at least.”
And there it was - permanent damage.
Winter knows what he must be thinking, what’s bothering about this despite its overall success - if they were on Luna, if they had access to another suspension tank…
It was the hardest part about learning medicine on Earth. All the lives that could have been saved if the laws were different…
She understands and yet, all she can feel herself is relief. She has known loss too well to be distracted by the joy of the moment. All that truly matters to her right now is that her dearest friend will live.
"Can we see her now?"
“Almost. They’ll keep her under strict observation until the anesthesia starts to wear off and then they’ll move her to recovery. We’ll get to stay with her then.”
Winter’s shoulders drop, the smile that had come to her lips fading. More waiting. So much waiting.
As if reading her thoughts, Jacin adds, “It will probably just be another half hour or so, and then both of you can stay with her as long as you like. The rest of us will have to leave after visiting hours tomorrow night.”
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No. She doesn't want to stay here. Not for another hour, not for the rest of her life. She doesn't want to be scared of what someone will do to her, or what she will be made to do to someone else. She does not want to be trapped in this small room waiting for someone to determine what her next moment will be like. She doesn't want to fear. She doesn't want to hurt. She doesn't want to be what they made her.
But...but....if they try to leave and they fail...
But if they don't try at all...
"No," she whispers, curling tighter around herself. Her gaze dips...lifts again...considering the risks... "Are you sure we can do this? You...you have a plan?"
@caracarnn’s Rand gets a plotted starter from Anya!
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“We can’t just leave!” Anya hisses, voice kept cautiously quiet. “Are you crazy?”
She had done it exactly once. Anya couldn’t remember how old she was, how many years it had been, but when she was much smaller, she had managed to sneak out of the facility. Security was more lax then, her powers frightening those few guards she did cross into letting her pass. She managed to stay away too. For two glorious months, she had been free.
But that was as long as it lasted.
Two months.
Eight weeks.
Sixty days.
Then, they found her. She stayed in once place too long, sure that she had found a place to call home. They had accepted her, powers and all. But they couldn’t protect her. Not from the facility. Not from her father. And certainly not from Thalia. The punishment she had endured for those two months had kept her in line for nine years and while she frequently thought back to that place, - home, - she couldn’t risk it again. The pain had been nearly unbearable. Anya was lucky to be alive.
But either way, she could not leave now even if she were willing to try. They had tightened security after that. Guards stood at every door, camera recording every corridor. It was impossible. They would have to fight their way out and two against hundreds wasn’t a fight. It was suicide.
“They’ll kill us! We’re not so useful that they won’t!”
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love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)
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"I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again."
//Arthur Miller, The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts
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my anger is not beautiful. it is cold and biting, bitter, all teeth. a wounded dog. i am desperate. thats enough to make me something close to deadly
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There’s a feeling of relief that rises up in Winter when Wolf agrees to walk with her. His concern for Scarlet, his unease at leaving her, was already showing but surely, this had to be better than leaving him alone. Not that she thought anything would come of it besides giving Wolf a space to worry himself half-to-death without someone there to ground him. She wasn’t afraid of him. Not like she was of some of the others who made no secret of and no attempt to mollify the ever-simmering, feral rage that burned just beneath the skin. Wolf wasn’t a monster. She just…She knew what it was it like to be terrified and alone, not knowing if she would see that rising sun smile ever again. Winter would have given anything for a friend then.
With a single quick nod, she turns on heel, leading him down a long winding path to the cafeteria. She stops only to pass the washcloth to a nurse along the way, and though the walk seems long, Winter knows even with the slight delay only a few minutes has passed.
This late at night, the cafeteria stands empty, the counter that would serve freshly cooked food come morning closed off. Only a few options waited for them in the nearby refrigerator - mostly small snacks but also a few selections of ready-made salads and sandwiches. They seem dry even without opening the packaging but Winter supposes it must be better than nothing.
“I would make something myself if I could…” she comments as she scans her wrist and opens the glass doors to browse the selection, “but I don’t think they let former princesses and their wolf-y companions run their kitchens after midnight. Even if they did save the whole planet once upon a time.”
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“I shall see what the cafeteria has to offer,” Winter says, flashing another one of her smiles as she stands.
She pulls her hand away from his to claim the damp cloth again, silently noting the way the grime has tinged the white fabric in shades of pale blue-green and the dark reddish-brown of dried blood. She was glad she did not have the visions anymore to exaggerate it but even so, this small amount of blood continues to set her edge. Some part of her still expected to smell it, feel it, taste it all around her, dripping down these sterile walls and staining the gauzy blue fabric of her blouse, though now these once-familiar sensations remained phantom memories.
Before she takes a step towards the cafeteria, she pushes her own fears far, far away and draws her gaze back to Wolf.
“Would you like to walk with me or would you rather wait here?”
It might not be the best idea to leave him here alone right now, but she also imagined Wolf might not want to stray too far from Scarlet and the doctors who would eventually bring news of her condition and the cafeteria was all the way on the other side of the hospital…
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