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melodiesoflife2015-02-07 08:33 pm
shinrasfinest) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-02-07 08:33 pm
#7 | Return from the Brink
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN (except 8th Feb: CLOSED to Jade Curtiss)
Where/When: 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic, 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital
Summary: Sephiroth's ordeal out towards the Desert of Roalie has left him battered, most notably with a leg which is now broken in two places. Even with potions and white magic available, the resources at Esdham are strained in the wake of the recovering effort after the attack by the Herans. Sephiroth is later transferred to Aqures Ixen Hospital where help befitting a Hero of Light is more readily available. Still, it's going to take time for him to get back on his feet.
Warnings: Cuts, bruises, broken limbs; as expected considering. Also he's lost a good few inches from the length of his hair but probably best not to talk about that.
EDIT: Added a #3) Here
#1) 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic [Closed: Jade Curtiss]
Late on the 7th Feb, a rush of activity had ripped through one of the makeshift clinics set up to deal with the aftermath of the attack by the Heran Empire. Someone had been found, much further out than anticipated, by one of the preliminary patrols sent out towards the oasis, and even though the medical staff on hand had tried to keep their tones hushed on account of the late hour, the clinic was already over-capacity and so the urgent healing required by a Hero of Light couldn't be kept a secret.
The unmistakable sound of rain hitting the roof of the tent, or rather the absence of it's wetness hitting his face was what greeted Sephiroth as he came around. The afterglow of a Cure-spell receding it's color as the white-mage Tarutaru currently on shift lowered her hands and offered a kind smile in his direction before leaving just as he squinted eyes first and then chanced to open them. There was no more open-sky above him; so he hadn't dreamed that patrol after all. It had been difficult to tell, given the hallucinations -that dream a few nights ago, for example- that had to have signaled that his body were finally giving up on him.
As if it were waiting specifically for him to regain more consciousness first, the pain then all came crashing back. Sephiroth had gotten an elbow under his one side -the other were in a sling tight up against his chest- but the reeling nausea, centered in particular around that deep agony of bone moving like it shouldn't put him back down prone instantly. With stars across his vision no less. He blinked, registering details as he looked down over himself. There was a plaster cast up to his thigh, and also a supportive brace around his left leg and it were elevated just slightly by way of a few pillows beneath his ankle. He couldn't feel his toes as they poked out of the bottom. He swallowed a rising sick feeling that was stirred and -for the time being- drew his focus into the roof of the tent.
#2) 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital [Open]
If there was something to say of the Aqurean government, they cared for their Heroes a lot. As soon as Sephiroth were out of the immediate hypothermic danger he'd been found in, arrangements had been made for his transportation to a better facility. A small airship had been arranged -no small feat considering the devastation to the airport that had been inflicted- and he'd been away.
Still, not much that Sephiroth could do with one arm still strapped in close to his chest and his leg throbbing away in it's heavy plaster cast and brace which was more often than not elevated into a position from which he couldn't miss it even if he wanted to. Talk about it being staged directly in his face. Hindsight really was 20/20, that leap had been a risk; but what was the alternative? To be killed anyway? Captured? Spencer had already informed him that some of the other Heroes had been taken. Sephiroth scowled heavily every time his thoughts were inevitably drawn that way; another failure to chip away at his pride.
His silver hair had been braided and was set down across one mostly-unblemished shoulder; it was noticeably shorter though. Having had to have had the singed ends cut away. Overall, Sephiroth sat mostly with the backrest up, alone in the ward they'd given him, in silence while the lesser injuries he had sustained; various cuts, bruises and burns, were gradually treated by potion, lotion or Cure-spells. Most often he could be found reading a book, slowly sipping at a glass of water, or reviewing some of the notes that he'd had Spencer bring him from his study area back at the house.
He hadn't the heart to have Spencer send a message to let significant others know he'd been recovered safely, as such exchanges would only lead to what he considered to be unnecessary concern; even as it became obvious that he wouldn't be getting back on his feet nearly as quickly as he would have had he been mako-infused, or so 'special' as he had been before. That and he wasn't sure he could take the pity.
Where/When: 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic, 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital
Summary: Sephiroth's ordeal out towards the Desert of Roalie has left him battered, most notably with a leg which is now broken in two places. Even with potions and white magic available, the resources at Esdham are strained in the wake of the recovering effort after the attack by the Herans. Sephiroth is later transferred to Aqures Ixen Hospital where help befitting a Hero of Light is more readily available. Still, it's going to take time for him to get back on his feet.
Warnings: Cuts, bruises, broken limbs; as expected considering. Also he's lost a good few inches from the length of his hair but probably best not to talk about that.
EDIT: Added a #3) Here
#1) 8th Feb - Republic of Esdham: A makeshift clinic [Closed: Jade Curtiss]
Late on the 7th Feb, a rush of activity had ripped through one of the makeshift clinics set up to deal with the aftermath of the attack by the Heran Empire. Someone had been found, much further out than anticipated, by one of the preliminary patrols sent out towards the oasis, and even though the medical staff on hand had tried to keep their tones hushed on account of the late hour, the clinic was already over-capacity and so the urgent healing required by a Hero of Light couldn't be kept a secret.
The unmistakable sound of rain hitting the roof of the tent, or rather the absence of it's wetness hitting his face was what greeted Sephiroth as he came around. The afterglow of a Cure-spell receding it's color as the white-mage Tarutaru currently on shift lowered her hands and offered a kind smile in his direction before leaving just as he squinted eyes first and then chanced to open them. There was no more open-sky above him; so he hadn't dreamed that patrol after all. It had been difficult to tell, given the hallucinations -that dream a few nights ago, for example- that had to have signaled that his body were finally giving up on him.
As if it were waiting specifically for him to regain more consciousness first, the pain then all came crashing back. Sephiroth had gotten an elbow under his one side -the other were in a sling tight up against his chest- but the reeling nausea, centered in particular around that deep agony of bone moving like it shouldn't put him back down prone instantly. With stars across his vision no less. He blinked, registering details as he looked down over himself. There was a plaster cast up to his thigh, and also a supportive brace around his left leg and it were elevated just slightly by way of a few pillows beneath his ankle. He couldn't feel his toes as they poked out of the bottom. He swallowed a rising sick feeling that was stirred and -for the time being- drew his focus into the roof of the tent.
#2) 9th Feb Onwards - Aqures Ixen: Hospital [Open]
If there was something to say of the Aqurean government, they cared for their Heroes a lot. As soon as Sephiroth were out of the immediate hypothermic danger he'd been found in, arrangements had been made for his transportation to a better facility. A small airship had been arranged -no small feat considering the devastation to the airport that had been inflicted- and he'd been away.
Still, not much that Sephiroth could do with one arm still strapped in close to his chest and his leg throbbing away in it's heavy plaster cast and brace which was more often than not elevated into a position from which he couldn't miss it even if he wanted to. Talk about it being staged directly in his face. Hindsight really was 20/20, that leap had been a risk; but what was the alternative? To be killed anyway? Captured? Spencer had already informed him that some of the other Heroes had been taken. Sephiroth scowled heavily every time his thoughts were inevitably drawn that way; another failure to chip away at his pride.
His silver hair had been braided and was set down across one mostly-unblemished shoulder; it was noticeably shorter though. Having had to have had the singed ends cut away. Overall, Sephiroth sat mostly with the backrest up, alone in the ward they'd given him, in silence while the lesser injuries he had sustained; various cuts, bruises and burns, were gradually treated by potion, lotion or Cure-spells. Most often he could be found reading a book, slowly sipping at a glass of water, or reviewing some of the notes that he'd had Spencer bring him from his study area back at the house.
He hadn't the heart to have Spencer send a message to let significant others know he'd been recovered safely, as such exchanges would only lead to what he considered to be unnecessary concern; even as it became obvious that he wouldn't be getting back on his feet nearly as quickly as he would have had he been mako-infused, or so 'special' as he had been before. That and he wasn't sure he could take the pity.
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"I wasn't really expectin' it either," she admitted with a nervous laugh. Realizing she'd said something questionable, she became flustered and quickly tried to explain it. "I mean, I don't know how popular you are or anythin'! But you've been here for a while, so I guess it makes sense, huh?" Well, at least she didn't have to worry that he'd been in here by himself the entire time.
As she spoke, her Moogle came to stand next to Hibiki, half-hiding behind her legs. Kathy had never been a particularly brave one, and Sephiroth cut an intimidating figure, even in bed. Without missing a beat or looking away, Hibiki lowered her arm and patted her companion's head.
"Mm, mm, I understand. Whenever I'm sick and in bed, I always feel kinda like a caged animal...but it's always for the best. Everyone wants to see you get better! And I'm just glad ya made it back at all."
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He blinked at her first comment when it was made, though was not quite taken aback far enough to have frowned. Especially as she so hurriedly justified herself. Sephiroth's light smile returned forthwith; in all honesty the comment hadn't been all that far from scratching at a truth anyway. It was hard to be popular when his default attitude towards others was so closed off.
He flicked his gaze down Hibiki's side at Kathy but only to acknowledge her presence there. Spencer weren't at Sephiroth's bedside currently, but moogles were people too as far as he was concerned. Having Spencer as a companion was something he'd never expected to have gotten on so well with.
"It was lucky they'd decided to resume patrols when they did."
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She'd probably stop there after her visit and before going to the big meeting. She was nervous about that, too, about everything that had happened in the last month.
"Mm, I don't know what happened, but whatever got you back here, I'm really thankful for it! Yuffie never came back, you know. I don't know what happened to her yet." Her voice trailed off at the end. At least that would explain why Hibiki was there, partially. She was so relieved to see someone make it back, she also half-hoped Sephiroth might know something about Yuffie but doubted he would.
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He looked over Hibiki's face carefully and then blinked a few times as a thought came forward.
"Is everything alright at home?" For all the circumstances that had driven him out of the house they'd shared he always imagined the girls would work it out between them. Without Yuffie there -well Hibiki did have her pets- whatever difference that might make.
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Ah. He means at the apartment. You can tell her that "home is where the heart is" or that a "home is what you make of it," but her hesitation clearly gives away the fact that she doesn't think of where she lives as a home.
"I've been living in Trano Golsaucia, actually! I'm only back in town because Hamuzou wanted to come, and then I was gonna go back, but I got a letter...and there was that dream..." She trails off, but for a second she has a realization. It's something else that's going on, but she might as well ask, right? "Hey, Sephiroth, are you going to the meeting today? ...Or, um, are you going to need someone to take notes or somethin'? You kinda strike me as the kind of person who'd want to be there!"
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Sephiroth couldn't think of any reason at all why anyone would want to live there but it wasn't his place to say. Too much in the way of noise, bright lights and excited children for his liking. Yuffie living on her own though? Sephiroth wouldn't be human if he wasn't concerned how well that had gone down; not least what state the house might be in.
At the mention of other things, Sephiroth blinked and pulled his shoulders back a little at the quick change in subject, his eyes observing Hibiki carefully as she spoke. He wasn't sure what letter she referred to, or what dream -considering he'd chalked that up to a hallucination brought about by his failing health out in the wilderness- but he nodded in understanding at the subject of the meeting.
"I'm due to be discharged from here a little later today. I'll be there."
His gaze was drawn to a pair of plain looking wooden crutches which were stood up against the wall near to the door and tried not to scowl at the idea of having to figure out how to use them. His leg was uncomfortable enough already, he didn't want to really think about how it might feel to have to attempt to walk with it.