modelb34p000があなたの投稿に返信しました: i guess i’m gonna stay at the hospital with dirk…
I believe it is.. mostly.. paperwork, for humans. That- judging from my current companions, that seems to be the most of it. Fabricating the proper identification and past documents- birth certificates, records, etcetera. I wish you the best of luck.
yeah, i think that’s what my creator said too… in between all the yelling… i’m pretty sure she and izura-aniki can do whatever it is easily enough…
ascendedprotegeがあなたの投稿に返信しました: i guess i’m gonna stay at the hospital with dirk…
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ah, thanks rezi-chan… i think i’m okay for now though… i’m probably supposed to rest or something, but i just spend the last few weeks doing nothing but laying in bed, so i’m gonna stay awake for a while…
i guess i’m gonna stay at the hospital with dirk tonight… needles-anesan is bringing us some things from home… まじで多くを負うよ、あいつ．．．
i talked to anego for the first time in a few weeks… i… sone… whatever… she doesn’t like talking to me when i’m human… i think ‘cause i remind her of zato-aniki too much like this, so it’s like talking to a dead person…
anyway, now that i’m… ah, permanently human… i guess there’s a lot of things that need to get sorted out so i don’t get sent back to japan…? she said she’ll take care of it, but… i don’t know… everything is really complicated right now… i haven’t had too much time to think about it…
probably just gonna phone-blog for a while…
ah, they’re finally letting me see dirk… i guess his surgery went fine and he’s awake now…? so that’s good…
they kept me here for a little while too… they said they were treating me for shock… also, my blood sugar was pretty tanked, which makes sense… i think whatever the creepy lady did fixed my body more or less, but i still haven’t eaten real food for a really long time now, so they had me on an iv drip…
man, i just hope they don’t try and ask me any more questions… i don’t have any human records and i guess that’s a pretty big deal…? so i pretended i didn’t speak or understand english until they stopped… then i called needles-anesan… she came down to the hospital and made up some kind of story… i think she told them i’m her cousin visiting from japan and my passport and everything got left at home or something… she called anego right after… something about having izura-aniki hack whatever database the hospital relies on to fix all of that for now, i don’t know…
my head still hurts a lot… not nearly as bad as any pain i was in before, but it’s really hard to concentrate… it’s like my brain is just… really full right now…
> Dirk: Wake up.
You come to somewhere you’ve never seen before and for a moment the panic that sets into your stomach burns hot enough to rot you out from the inside. Acidic.
There’s something over your eye. You can’t see can’t see can’t see / Half the room is blacked out and that’s now how it’s supposed to look. Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, somethings-
Your hand flies to your face and instead of skin you’re met with gauze, tape, and a spike of pain that runs down from your empty eye socket into your abruptly jarred IV.
You’re wired into the walls with tubes that bring saline and blood and the pieces click into place like a Rubix cube jumbled by a washing machine.
Scratchy sheets. Fluorescent lights.
Hospital.
There are other things, too, that start becoming clear the way a tiny snowball grows bigger and bigger as it gains momentum down a hill (no, no, that only happens in the movies, focus, focus). Things about sacrifice and hope and the drugs in you don’t know the names of any of the drugs in your system, just that they have to be there because why else does your tongue feel three sizes too big in your mouth? Why?
You want to croak out words. ‘How the fuck did I get here/Where’s Sone/You fucking bitch you said you’d save him, I’ll kill you, where-’ but you cough instead. You cough and swallow hard and just that much is enough to make your lips split in the dry sterile air.
Fuck.
> N01-Z: Call 911.
Because Dirk is still bleeding to death from an empty eye socket.
You can worry about everything you just lost later.
> SONE: Stitch the timelines back.
The timelines can stitch themselves up.
You’re too busy having the flesh torn from your entire body.
That’s exactly what it feels like, anyway, when the inhuman woman lifts one of the silver cords she wrenches from you, through you, clawed, bronze-skinned hands somehow managing to pass in and out of your torso without leaving behind a single blemish. It’d be fascinating if it didn’t feel like every single nerve running along the underside of your skin was connected to that cord. If it didn’t feel like you were being flayed raw.
And really, that is what’s happening; she’s taking your skin. Not the one you’re in now, but your metal form, force-shedding thick titanium layers that were never meant to come undone. You can feel it coming away with the cord, a tight-wound cable pulling everything at first where it pierces your chest, but the sensation travels outwards. Invisible flesh peels away, up to your head and down to the tips of your toes, leaving equally invisible blood that soaks you.
Somewhere within the red static of your pain-wracked mind, you remember a similar feeling. At the time, it only lasted for a fraction of a breath — the speed of a bullet train running the Seibu Ikebukuro line — but it was the kind of pain that was so intense, you couldn’t bring yourself to scream even if you wanted to.
You manage a whimper that dies halfway in your throat.
It’s only when she cuts the cord that everything changes. It still hurts (dear god, it hurts), but there’s another sensation that’s comes through even stronger.
You feel… hollow. Empty. Like whatever she took from you somehow made physical space in your body.
Like she made room for another soul.
> SONE:
No.
Wait…
