Sometimes a man goes to slay his demons

[deathsdoctor]

Who: Trafalgar Law, Itachi Uchiha, Adele LeBlanc, Gai Tsutsugami, others
What: The fallout from a failed(?) kidnapping
When: 28th of January ongoing
Where: House 22 moving to the Battle Dome
Summary: For every victory a price must be paid, and sometimes the currency is in blood. It’s an arrangement Law’s long accepted; one can’t move ahead without sacrifice after all. But in winning this battle, the cost might not fall on him alone.
Rating: Mature

One of them had hung back.

The world greyed, tunnelled in, and consciousness collapsed, thoughts spiralling down, down, down. One of them had hung back, while the rest had come… come… co…m…e…

Sway. Sway. There is soft moaning. Where is it? Him? Is he making sounds? He should be silent.

Sway. Sway. There is fire on him. Where is it? Fire on his back. His wing. There is fire but no flames. Torn clothing, mangled flesh. Feathers. B-L-O-O-D.

Pain. Blood. Sometimes his vision goes red. His body is… crunchy sometimes, swollen other places, under his careful fingers. Trauma. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Down, down, down - look down. Darts in thigh. Shiny.

His head hurts.

Concussion. DRUGGED.

One of them had hung back while the rest had come. Why, why, why? Could it have been scared? No… droid. Sleek droid. Shiny and new. Droids don’t feel fear. It had watched. But it had a brain. Do droids with brains feel fear?

Something hit him. His thigh. Fight we...nt… bad then… can’t think. "… help."

Help.

Very bad. Can’t… THINK. CAN’T REMEMBER. Lightning, parts flying… all smeared and twisted… CAN’T REMEMBER. Grappling. Fabric tearing. Wings exposed.

Agony and the world breaking.

He broke the world. He broke it and the droid left.

All wrong.

Wrong.

T-E-S-T?

(for whom?)

Maybe. Bad.

He doesn’t know.



He broke the world… the forest --- didn’t he? Where was he? This was his house. His front door. Did he walk?

Knock, knock.

Comments

House 22 - Locked to Itachi

[deathsdoctor]

[yourhatred]

[The door flies open rather quickly, a wide-eyed Itachi moving to catch Law before he fell over.

He'd heard Law's approach before he'd even reached the door, hence his hasty arrival. Whatever had happened to the pirate, he was already angry with himself for not being able to be there to help him, impossible or not.

He speaks the man's name urgently, getting a sense of how aware of his surroundings he is.]

[deathsdoctor]

[He crumples soundly into Itachi's arms, eyes glassy and focusing on nothing. His lips try to form words. Something more animal comes out.

Somewhere between a whimper. Somewhere between a prayer.]

...t... hem...

[There's a clattering of steel. He can't hold onto his sword anymore.]

Battle Dome, 28th to Feb 5th

[deathsdoctor]

[Doctors? Nurses? Other patients? Due to his injuries and necessary medical amputation of his wing, Law will be feverishly out of it until the fifth of February as soon as Adele puts him under. Thread things between yourselves here regarding his arrival, treatment, or other things.

In other words, open to all Med Center staff and anyone who would logically show up and wonder what's going on.]

January 30th

[voidseeing]

[Gai showed up at the clinic this morning as usual for his regular treatment. There's just one little issue, that being Law's current condition-- something that he hadn't been aware of until he arrived. And oh man, is he angry. Not over his inability to get his transfusion, no, but over the fact that he hadn't even heard about this, and that he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

After working out some of his frustration via a simulation, he'll just hover around outside, looking decidedly irritated. It's his way of showing concern, but to any other doctors or patients, well... he might look like he's here to cause trouble.]

January 30th

[fleurdesel]

[When the man first approached the clinic, Adele hadn't thought anything of it. He likely had a treatment or prescription, or some issue that he needed looked over, as it wasn't referred to her by way of anyone and he didn't look in need of surgical expertise, she lets it alone. When she makes her way back to Law's room to check his recovery, though, and the man hovers, she's curious.]

Are you an associate of Dr. Law's?

January 28th

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke, having heard what happened through the medical grapevine and tremors in the Force, arrives shortly after the man is put under to check up on Law's other condition: his troubled mind. He walks straight in, hood up, and brushes past anyone who tries to stop him with complete disregard for any argument they might put forth. He does not speak much, instead giving anyone in the room a gesture and murmured reassurances that he needs a moment alone to examine Law with the Force, though Itachi gets a pass. This isn't something anyone else needs to know about.

Once he's got the privacy he requires, Luke will take a moment to center himself, and lay hands onto the pirate. A faint blueish glow rolls off his palms and into Law, a ritual to filter away any dark influences on Law's mind.

Once that is done, he will be out around the dome, if someone wishes to talk to him.

You can try and stop him, but Luke's really intent on keeping this a secret at Law and Itachi's request, and entirely willing to Force the issue if necessary.]

January 28th

[fleurdesel]

No visitors.

[She doesn't look up from where she's sitting, binder of files open in her lap. Clinic staff would have announced themselves so whoever it was? Likely a concerned friend of Law's, which is fine once the man's had more time to rest and recover.]

January 31st

[semper_cogitans]

[Being an intern and more-or-less doctor-in-training at the Battle Dome clinic means that Robert eventually catches wind of this latest terrifying injury. Though he and Law aren't particularly close, he still feels that he owes the doctor something for all his help, and so he tentatively hangs around on occasion, uncertain what to do for him other than ease his stay in the medical wing and assist the other, more dedicated doctors in treating the after-effects of the wing amputation.

Speaking of which - the biologist part of Robert's brain is entirely too curious about the amputation, though he has enough social ability to not ask openly about it; he realizes just how disturbing it must be, and doesn't pry into it in any obvious way. Still, it might be evident to the other doctors - Adele, especially - that he's curious about what went on.]

January 31st

[fleurdesel]

If you've a question, Robert, ask it. Hovering around while we're trying to work is helping no one and frankly? Starting to bother me.

January 28th

[fleurdesel]

[It isn't the worst she's seen before. The worst in the village? Easily. That it's her boss and his wing is a mangled mess only makes the situation more grave but Adele shoves her concerns aside the moment he's brought in and gets to work. The surgery is long, the amputation necessary but somewhat awkward. No amount of research and study on the wings could practically prepare her for this though it did make the process simpler. It's a long, complicated surgery spurred along by the odd bit Nala's power here and there to prevent blood loss or excessive scarring to the more delicate tissue. At the end of it Law is as close to stable as he could be without more time to rest and recover.

After a post op scrubbing and change of clothes she's settled at his bedside, doing her filing and paperwork from his room rather than her office. Just in case.]

Battle Dome, February 5th onward

[deathsdoctor]

[Law is awake now. Wondering why the hell he wasn't dragged from his bed by droids in the interim, and not feeling at all stellar. He won? It might take a while for it to feel like a victory. If it was really a victory.

He's not sure.

The man's trying to behave and thereby earn a pass home faster to finish his recuperation, but it's obvious to the people who know him well that he's not... terribly enjoying being cooped up in a bed. Not only is he dying for some stimulation, but he's now more vulnerable than he ever would like.

Someone distract him quick!

Open to anyone who would know he's injured and come visit.]

February 5th

[voidseeing]

[Distractions can certainly be arranged in the form of a knock on the door to find out whether Law is awake or not!]

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Come in.

[It's very hoarse. Law's voice hasn't exactly seen much use in the last week.]

February 5th.

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke arrives sometime in the early afternoon, knocking gently on the door of Law's room.]

Law?

February 5th.

[deathsdoctor]

Hey.

[Gingerly pushing himself up.]

Come in.

February 5th? (on the assumption that she learned of his injuries somehow)

[hollower]

[If it's a distraction Law wants, it's a distraction he'll most definitely get. Because once Perona finds out he's injured (after scowling darkly into her journal), she head right to where he was being held, stopping only at one place first. Just to get him a gift - even if the stuffed polar bear that peeks into his room and wave its arm at him is a little, well...unmanly.

But whatever, it can keep him company! And if he doesn't want it, she can totally keep it, right? But after the stuffy bids him good day, Perona peeks in as well, her voice soft.]

Mr. Law?

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Hey. Come in.

[He sounds somewhat groggy, still waking up from the doze he's fallen into.

But he doesn't disprove of stuffed toys. The cats love cuddling with them if nothing else, and they're perfectly fine to display at home.]

Feb 5th

[fierybluebird]

[Marco comes in through the window.]

[Okay not really, because what windows are there to even come in through? Yeah. It's a problem.]

[He does however, sneak his way in, pretending to be a normal peacock sized bird -- if such things were made of fire and sparkles -- and flits up to to the foot of the bed to sit on Law's legs. He's carrying books, one of sudoku puzzles, and the other is Treasure Island, because it's just a damn good book, okay? As well an origami flower. He'd have gotten Law a real one, but he hasn't progressed to flower pots or greenhouses in his gardening experience yet. And if he had, he'd have eaten them. Oops.]

[He's about to mysteriously drop the things and flee, thus leaving Law to simply wake up to mystery presents -- right, because no one would have ever guessed they were from Marco, but he sees that the doctor is awake.]

Oh.

[Peers at, without switching out of phoenix form because, well admittedly, this is a little strange already. No need to make it extra gay. Unless you're into that.]

Hello.

[Because the first thing you want to see upon being allowed visitors is this face in all its deadpan glory. Sup man.]

Feb 5th

[deathsdoctor]

[He's expecting Adele in here any second now. Fiery sparkle birds do not simply walk into Mordor Med Lab. Not without encountering equally fiery Frenchwomen.]

Hi.

[DEADPAN GLORY INDEED. Law's getting into the spirit, deadpanning right back. Why are you on his bed? People are going to talk.]

February 5th

[fleurdesel]

Law?

[It's on one of her regular rounds in the Clinic that Adele pokes her head in to check on his recovery and wakefulness. That he's aware and behaving had been noted to her upon her arrival but it always pays to check for herself.]

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

'm awake. Come in.

[He's just coming up from a nap now.]

February 5th

[daisy023]

[She is informed soon enough of Law's success, but even she knows it would be difficult enough. Once the doctors authorize it, SPARTAN-023 moves silently through the halls and to his room with only a notebook tied to her chest-plate -- not the Malnosso one.

The armor softly knocks twice over the door.]

Sir. Can we talk?

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Miss Daisy? [ ... yes, it makes sense after everything with the droids they both had been through that she'd come.] Of course, come in.

February 6th combo breaker

[frost_jewel]

[Someone had a flood of visitors yesterday.

Despite being there to work, this time Mia feels like a visitor too. Like she's not just checking on him - this time at an hour when he's likely to be awake to notice - but ought to sit down or something, too. She makes a deal with herself that she will sit, then, only if he's awake and lucid.

Otherwise, she would go back to work and come by later. Perhaps with a tray of fruit and tea.]