Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 22:58:40 GMT -5
Micah Watson *he was so wrapped up in his pleasurable drink that he almost didn't hear the captain speak up. He resisted for just a moment, but... knowing that William trusted him, he slowly withdrew his fangs and licked at the bite, long smooth and soothing licks to close up the bite. He smiled, letting go of his hand and leaning back against the headboard, wiping the last drops of blood from his lips as he stared at the captain. *
My word... you have amazing blood *he laughed, closing his eyes as he felt the little bit he drew, no more than a pint, fill his stomach somewhat. However he had been so wrapped up in his own feasting, he hadn't noticed the pleasured glimmer in the other man's eye* I am sorry if i made this most awkward for you. You should feel no need to bandage the bite. They will heal within the hour. *he said quietly, not looking at him*
William Turner *Keeping his gaze averted to hide what had to be a very obvious reaction to the bite, William nodded his head* I am pleased I could assist you, my friend. Is there anything else..?
*He found he needed to step into his private chambers and clear his mind following the event. Never in all his life had he felt anything quite like the bite of the vampire. He'd been taught from an early age that vampires were questionable characters. That they were not to be trusted around civilized persons. Yet here lay one in his very bed, and he'd acted the gentleman.
William held his wrist carefully and ran his opposing finger across the small pinprick wounds. They did not even hurt. He was fascinated by the whole event*
Micah Watson *he watched the captain leave the room and he sighed, covering his face with his hands. He felt ashamed for that, pining so long, desiring the captain and when it came down to it, he'd finally gained a taste of what he'd been desiring this whole time, and it had pushed him to hide in his private chambers. He cursed himself. He should have held out no matter how starved he felt.
When William stepped out of the private chambers, it was to see Micah standing next to the bed, looking winded but a little confident* I think i am well enough to sleep in general quarters, Captain *he smiled, hiding his shame behind his doll black eyes* You should really sleep in your own bed. Tis only fair since you had taken such good care of myself and my friend..
William Turner *Having tended to his needs, William was a bit less unsure of himself. He smiled at Micah and shook his head* I insist you remain here. After all, I am to resume my post now that you are well enough.
*He walked closer and lay a gentle hand on Micah's shoulder* I do hope I have not made you uncomfortable. I have never allowed another to take from me in such a manner. *He ducked his head, smiling a little* Is it always so pleasurable?
*Realizing how forward the question was, he coughed and caught himself* I mean no offense, sir.
Micah Watson *he listened to the question and his unbeating heart fluttered wildly in his chest. Vampire bites, while generally enticing, were not deemed "pleasurable" unless the bitten had desires for the other, or that a bond had been between them. He stared at the captain for the longest time before he finally cracked and offered a small smile* yes... *he half-lied, cracking a crooked, weak smile* yes they are....
*he sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully* Thank you... for everything...
William Turner *He blushed more, nodding* I found that to be far more pleasurable than I had been led to believe. I hope it was not too forward of me to say such.
*He blinked, trying to hide his embarrassment and smiled* You are most welcome, Micah. I am just heartened to know that you are well because we were able to save you. And your friend.
*The Dutchman had finally reached port. Docking his airship, William did his best to attend to the two injured men aboard his vessel. The vampire would fare better, possibly even be able to leave of his own volition, though he would attempt to find a gurney for Micah.
The Outlander, however, was another story. Still drifting between wakefulness and sleep. The chirurgeon had done all he could for the Outlander, and William knew they needed to send the man to the Houses of Healing nearest the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. The Houses would care for the Outlander better than he could, as they were better equipped to tend to the injured and gravely ill.
He recognized the Jolly Roger as they departed the Dutchman, but he largely ignored the vessel in favor of tending to their charges. It was odd seeing the Captain carrying a litter, but he would not leave his charges.
The Priestesses accepted both men, taking special care with the unconscious Outlander.
William chose to sit with Micah until the Priestesses made their judgement as to his health.
Micah Watson *Realizing that there would only be one gurney enough to carry its patient, Micah opted against being carried out from the ship and instead walked with his friend. still mightily pained (that day, he'd moved too much and split the sutures William had given him. It would seem that whatever weapons these monsters used, they were impervious to the quick healing of vampires. His throat and neck hurt to move and he did little in the way of turning his head and swallowing. It seemed to heal over, but the more he rested, the more the wounds wanted to rebound. how strange...
Limping with his friend, he kept a hand on John's holding it tightly as he limped beside the gurney. he kept his eyes on the back of William's head as they were lead to the houses of healing. Paler than usual, even after feeding off of William, Micah tried his best to keep his head high and his stature straight. Maybe this land... those weapons... were far more dangerous than they thought...
Finally finding himself in a secluded room, he found he could barely stretch out on the bed provided him and he hunched over sitting on the bed, groaning* dammit... we're so lost if they carry over with those weapons.... *he murmured.
John Grimm -He drifted in and out as they carried him. The memories he had were hazy at best and mostly delirium-filled.
John remembered bits and pieces of his first days at the House of Healing. The women were shrouded, so he didn't recognize any faces, but their kindness stayed with him and he rested and slept until he could stay awake for more than a few moments.
It was difficult to determine what was real and what was inside his brain. He found he called alternately for Micah, Sam and the pirate. Why the pirate? He didn't know, but he did. When he heard Micah's soft voice, he relaxed.
But the silence from the other two weighed heavily on his delirious brain.-
Micah Watson *he too found himself sleeping more than waking now. bedded next to his friend, Micah did little in the way of complaints, but the pain was evident in his eyes. The wounds, while clean, were just not healing up. The sutures were changed daily, in and out with darker and thicker threads until he looked like some parody of Frankenstein's monster. pain medication did little more than to make him numb to emotional output. He found himself clinging to John's hand on more than one occasion, talking to him in slurred words every time the man called for him.
he was vaguely aware of William's presence in the healing house, hovering between the two of them. Other than these few things, Micah was fairly oblivious to the diagnoses. however it didn't take a nurse to tell him that he wasn't healing. Dark, wicked blades... darker than even the soulless touch of a vampire. What was their world coming to?*
William Turner *William watched with outward calm. Inwardly, he was fraught with worry. The men were not healing. Neither of them. The Outlander seemed to be becoming worse. His fever was almost a constant companion now. And Micah. Micah's wounds were not healing as they should have. It was distressing to watch them. Especially since he had heard tales surrounding the Outlander and his amazing healing abilities.
That something had brought the man down to the point where he lay on his death bed, William found himself concerned for the rest of Britannia. And Oceana.*
John Grimm -Too tired and too out of it to realize who held his hand, John would curl up against the warmth that the vampire put off. Even in the heat of the House of Healing, John was freezing. His fever was high enough to make him shiver convulsively, body wracked with shuddering chills. He'd never been this sick. And his brain couldn't comprehend what was going on.
He dreamed. He saw Jumper. Portman and Sarge. Sam. Harry. Sometimes he saw the changeling. Or the others. Even in his dream-like state, he couldn't bring himself to use their given names. The pain was still there. But he saw them. Tried to talk to them, but to no avail. He was losing his battle.-
Micah Watson *he didn't know what he was doing, but laying down was no longer an option. He woke slowly not realizing that the captain sat across from him. He rolled to a sitting position, hunched over on the bed holding his stomach* i cant lay anymore *he panted, sounding drowsy and delusional* i cant.. I cant do it... goddammit get john some... some help! *he gasped, his solid black eyes roaming the room, almost unseeing* goddammit!
*much to the protests of the nurses and William, Micah slowly and shakily got to his feet, his hands latched over his stomach. his neck throbbed and he swore his head would come off again* monsters... fucking.. monsters! *he gasped, stumbling and falling against john's bed*
William Turner *He stood and attempted to intercept the vampire before the man careened into where the Outlander was very nearly comatose* Micah! *He grabbed the vampire quietly* Please, we don't want to injure the man any further. You have both sustained some intense illnesses and wounds. You both need to heal.
*His worry was such that he called for one of the High Priestesses to come sit with them. Not for religious reasons, but as a Healer to her flock. The woman would be able to tend to Micah just as well as she could John*
John Grimm -The sudden movement startled John from a dream and he cried out softly- NO! -His eyes snapped open, but he wasn't seeing anything in the room. Instead, he saw his past, come back to haunt him. He saw the whatever the hell it was they'd been in with the fucking spiders and the Beast of Doom chasing them down. He curled in on himself and cried out again, pulling the blanket over his head-
Micah Watson *he heard the cry, and he looked down. His blotted vision caught sight of something... something GLOWING on John's shoulder, and it was eating at him like a parasite. Snarling he suddenly lunched down, shoving the blanket aside from his friend's head and sank his teeth into the wound, tearing it open. The scream was unmatched, and the chaos that filled the room was unmistakable, but he paid no mind. he sucked his blood, tearing the skin and muscle open just... just SUCKING that glowing thing out of him. No there would be no more harm, whatever this was, hurting his friend anymore!
As he worked to remove this thing, Micah felt hands latch onto him, dragging him away. he screamed in panic, looking down at his friend.t he shoulder was open... but that glowing little parasite fuck was gone... in his stomach. Already he could feel it nauseating him, but he had little time to dwell on that. He felt himself being pulled to his feet by two of the nurses, and dragged from the room. He was too destructive, wild with his delusions, attacking his very friend! Micah found himself being shoved into a hard platform table and being strapped down, chained. The pain in his gut was overwhelming and he retched. Turning his head, he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor, discolored blood and bile staining the white floor below him as he tossed and screamed* NOO!! JOHN!! LET ME GO!! JOHN!!!
John Grimm -The white hot pain against his shoulder made him scream raggedly. The weakness brought on by the fever and the whatever it was that had been on the blade made any fight useless. He flailed and shoved at the pain, begging it to stop.
And then blessedly, it did. He was left in that twilight state of nothingness, drifting as his own body began healing itself. It was slower, having had the virus/parasite/thing burrowed into his muscle and working its way toward his heart. He would heal almost human-slow, but he would heal now.
The darkness overtook him and he drifted, Micah's name on his lips. He could hear his friend screaming his name and he needed to get to him- Micah.....
William Turner *The High Priestess ushered William out. When he refused to leave either of his friends, the Priests arrived, pulling the Captain out bodily. Forced to wait in a locked antechamber, he gripped the metal until it bit into his palms. He ignored his blood as it trickled down the metal latticework, listening instead to the echoing sounds of screams. Both men were in pain and he could do nothing more than wait for permission to see them again.*
Micah Watson *the screams continued for another few minutes before a final one, louder and more frightening and blood curdling than any of them had ever heard, echoed through the halls, reaching the holding cell William was in. Then... it all just went silent. Frighteningly so. Another several minutes went by before the priestess finally approached the cell William was in. she unlocked the doors and allowed the captain to step forward* Johnathan is finally resting... It appears that something finally gave way in him... His fever is slowly lessening, but we shall keep a careful eye on him for the time being. But he is sleeping peacefully. your vampire on the other hand. He is a right mess. Unconscious at the moment. He had found himself ill, vomiting blood, and a fever spike. and one of my nurses *she cursed under her breath* foolishly thought it wise to use holy water to sway his madness... He is unconscious now because of it... You may see John...
William Turner *William stared at the Priestess, but understood her caution. Had the vampire truly lost his mind, he would have been put in danger. As they walked toward the room that held the Outlander, the Priestess tended to the wounds on William's palms. Once wrapped, he knelt next to the now sleeping man.
Where once he had been pale and wan, there was a little color to his cheeks. His bruised eyes were slowly evening out. It was as though the man was healing before William's very eyes. He watched quietly for a moment before turning* May I see Micah? It would alleviate my pain at seeing his outburst to know he is on his way to becoming more well.
John Grimm -He finally slept. Dreamless, healing sleep. It was deep and absolute. The mutagens of Olduvai could have come gunning for John and he would have missed it, so deeply did he sleep. But it was necessary. Days of fever and illness had given way to his body needing to replenish. So he slept, and barely moved. Eventually, he'd wake. But it would be a while-
Micah Watson *The priestess sighed and nodded her head* very well But i accompany you *she said taking his hand and walking with him. She lead him to the room where he was fully chained down. Blood and yellow rue ran from the corner of his mouth, his shirt was torn open and the sutured slice was now red and raw, as if he'd been burned. indeed was burned from the holy water. he now bore the sickly pallor, his sutures on his neck torn open from where he thrashed and screamed so loudly. He lay almost still, but the hitching in his throat kept the others at bay as another bout of blood came up from his stomach, now pooling on the table under him. Whatever was happening, it was still inside him, as if he'd blessedly taken john's illness on top of his own*
William Turner Certainly you can do something? *William looked on in horror. He had never seen anything so horrific in his life. That his ...love? Object of infatuation? He didn't have a title for Micah, but he did not think he could stand idly by and watch the man suffer so.* Please. Help him. Heal him. Something that does not involve holy instruments. He may be Nosferatu, but he is not evil. Even to mine untrained eye, I see that he has taken something into himself that was not before there. Certainly there can be some sort of assistance?
Micah Watson *The priestess looked on quietly, her face falling with despair. Injuries this grievous, brought on by dark forces required holy water to cleanse the evil out of them. But with the patient being none other than what they fought, it was nearly impossible* whatever has taken hold of him requires the use of sacred help. it would do him far worse.. I-.. i don't know...
*as she spoke, a nurse came in and whispered the improving health of the other into her ear. she froze, staring at the girl before looking back at Micah* ... Captain I need your assistance... *she said pulling him over to the table. she took care not to slip in the vitriol covering the floor, looking down at the sweat-soaked and fevered pirate* ... nurse... bring me the knives... I need to cut him open... there is no time to anesthetize him.
William Turner *William moved, mindful of the mess that littered the floor. He nodded, ready and willing to do whatever was needed to save Micah, provided it did not make him worse* Please, tell me what to do and I shall endeavor to do just that. I want him hale and whole. Complete. Not this shell, pale and empty.
*He looked up* Would a donation of blood help?
Micah Watson *the priestess shook her head, looking at William* give him nothing. *she said, as she began to press on Micah's stomach with all her might. She pushed and pushed an upward motion until the vampire, still nauseated, turned his head and emptied again, sounding hoarse*. He must be empty... *she took a knife and began to pop the sutures open before pressing the blade into his stomach* Now... this is important. *she said looking up at William* wake him up....
William Turner Wake him? *William looked perplexed, but did as asked. He lightly slapped Micah's cheeks, then harder. Until he had awakened the vampire* Micah. It is I, William. Please, we need you awake and alert for this procedure. It is very important.
*He cast the Priestess a worried glance, but awaited further order. He wanted to see the vampire healthy, and if this was the only way...so be it*
Micah Watson *he was in no pleasant place, but the force wakefulness was painful and he groaned, finally opening his eyes. As he did so he felt a blade cutting into him and he panicked. Oh god not those monsters again! he tried to struggle but felt himself restrained and he cried out* LET ME GO!!! *he wailed, incoherently*
*the priestess ceased her cutting, halfway down his stomach, through muscle and she looked up at William* FOOL! Keep him occupied and calm. I will ask him questions and he must remain calm. *she barked, turning her attention back to his stomach. She cut through the fibered layers of his stomach until it was splayed open before her*
William Turner Micah... *William caught Micah's chin, turning so they could look into each others' eyes. He tried to smile, but the concern kept him from relaxing enough* Please, look into my eyes. It will be alright, I promise. You have healed the Outlander. Now they are attempting to heal you. Please, you are strong, I know this. Be strong for me. Please?
Micah Watson *Torn from his panic, he looked up at the pirate, his eyes running with the unshed tears. he nodded quickly, biting his lower lip. a particularly sharp cut had him flinching and he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut* oh gods just let me perish please! *he begged. Gods he wished he could touch William, to cling to him. Panting loudly, he choked back another cry and struggled to open his eyes, looking up at William* please... i cant...
William Turner *Knowing the vampire needed contact, he grasped one of the bound hands, lacing their fingers together tightly* I shall not let you perish, Micah. We need you. *His voice dropped and he admitted the thing that had been tormenting him these last weeks* I need you. Please. Do not leave me. I cannot bear to lose you, not when I have only just found you.
*It was entirely selfish, but William was at a loss. He wasn't certain as to the nature of the relationship with the Outlander, but he found he would do what it took to win the vampire's heart. No matter the cost*
Micah Watson *Micah heard the words and he paused, his running eyes locked with William's. For the longest moment he stared at him before he finally nodded, biting his lower lip* okay... okay... *he panted, his fingers latching around William's hand tightly, almost bruising. he closed his eyes, struggling to regain some sort of composure before he looked up at him again* what do i need to do...
*the priestess, having cut the last fibers was now scouring out the inside of his stomach, cleansing it of anything she could. She saw nothing but knew that this harbinger of death would be microscopic. She looked up at William catching his attention* he must tell me where the nucleus of pain is. That is where the infliction will be. I cannot see what is causing this... but that requires a removal of part of his stomach... unfortunately...
William Turner *William swallowed hard and looked deeply into Micah's eyes* You must do as she asked. Tell us where the pain is centralized. Please. She must remove it so that you can heal and become whole again. I cannot bear to think of you suffering here in such a way.
*He didn't dare glance away, holding Micah's gaze like a lifeline. He tried to smile, but his lower lip trembled a little* We will stand strong together, Micah. All of us.
Micah Watson *he nodded, his fingers tightening around William's * alright... *he held his breath staring into William's eyes, holding onto that faint hope. he felt the priestess prodding around in his stomach, stabbing the fibered muscle everywhere. the pain was so great he was almost numb to it. But after several minutes of bleeding and fighting unconsciousness, he felt it. The knife touched a part of his stomach and all the pain and fire of hell lit through his body and he screamed* AAH! THERE!!! RIGHT THERE! *he cried, his head tossed back int he throes of his agony* Oh god get it out!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!
William Turner *Knowing he would probably have to have his fingers reset by the healers in the morn, William clung to Micah. He allowed the vampire to tighten his grip as the Priestess removed the evil from within. He bit back any cry or outward sign of discomfort, focusing instead on being the strength for the vampire. He prayed to Calypso that she would grant them both the strength to endure and emerge successful. He prayed that the Priestess would remove the evil so that his heart could heal and become whole.*
Micah Watson *the priestess snarled at the beast inside him, her knife cutting at the flesh almost ferociously. she cute a large portion out tossing the infected flesh into a tin. she watched as the flesh instantly curled in on itself, rotting on the spot. When she looked up at Micah, it was to see the man convulse, a choked off silent scream in his throat before he went completely lax, losing touch completely. Blood covered them, the table, everything, and he was unmoving and cold. The priestess took her sutures and sewed the holes she made in Micah's stomach shut before working to stitch his cavity shut, her hands shaking slightly* move please... i must once again repair the sutures on his neck... *she murmured quietly, not looking at William*
William Turner *He was shaking as he finally let the vampire's hands drop from his own. One of the lesser priestesses escorted the Captain from the chamber and back to where the Outlander lay like so much laundry. If not for the steady rise-and-fall of the man's chest, William would believe him dead. He was so still. Just as Micah was. It was too much and he turned to rush into an antechamber and empty his stomach of all its contents. Too much pain and heartache. Too much.*
Micah Watson *minutes turned to hours, as the priestesses rushed between the two patients. after a time, Micah was removed from the chained table and quietly returned to the sick ward next to john. Still pale from the loss of blood and with no beating heart to pump a transfusion through him, Micah would have to wait until he was conscious to feed again, if he woke. But as he was laid in his bed, his torso fully bandaged, his throat covered in gauze, William was shakily brought back into the room to sit between the two men. Micah didn't move a muscle, laying as still as the grave, just like his friend*
William Turner *He sat, hands shaking from his own tension-related sickness. He pulled Micah's cold-as-death hand into his own warmer hands and sat unmoving until he finally dozed, exhausted, in the chair between the men. He would not leave his vigil now that he'd begun it*
My word... you have amazing blood *he laughed, closing his eyes as he felt the little bit he drew, no more than a pint, fill his stomach somewhat. However he had been so wrapped up in his own feasting, he hadn't noticed the pleasured glimmer in the other man's eye* I am sorry if i made this most awkward for you. You should feel no need to bandage the bite. They will heal within the hour. *he said quietly, not looking at him*
William Turner *Keeping his gaze averted to hide what had to be a very obvious reaction to the bite, William nodded his head* I am pleased I could assist you, my friend. Is there anything else..?
*He found he needed to step into his private chambers and clear his mind following the event. Never in all his life had he felt anything quite like the bite of the vampire. He'd been taught from an early age that vampires were questionable characters. That they were not to be trusted around civilized persons. Yet here lay one in his very bed, and he'd acted the gentleman.
William held his wrist carefully and ran his opposing finger across the small pinprick wounds. They did not even hurt. He was fascinated by the whole event*
Micah Watson *he watched the captain leave the room and he sighed, covering his face with his hands. He felt ashamed for that, pining so long, desiring the captain and when it came down to it, he'd finally gained a taste of what he'd been desiring this whole time, and it had pushed him to hide in his private chambers. He cursed himself. He should have held out no matter how starved he felt.
When William stepped out of the private chambers, it was to see Micah standing next to the bed, looking winded but a little confident* I think i am well enough to sleep in general quarters, Captain *he smiled, hiding his shame behind his doll black eyes* You should really sleep in your own bed. Tis only fair since you had taken such good care of myself and my friend..
William Turner *Having tended to his needs, William was a bit less unsure of himself. He smiled at Micah and shook his head* I insist you remain here. After all, I am to resume my post now that you are well enough.
*He walked closer and lay a gentle hand on Micah's shoulder* I do hope I have not made you uncomfortable. I have never allowed another to take from me in such a manner. *He ducked his head, smiling a little* Is it always so pleasurable?
*Realizing how forward the question was, he coughed and caught himself* I mean no offense, sir.
Micah Watson *he listened to the question and his unbeating heart fluttered wildly in his chest. Vampire bites, while generally enticing, were not deemed "pleasurable" unless the bitten had desires for the other, or that a bond had been between them. He stared at the captain for the longest time before he finally cracked and offered a small smile* yes... *he half-lied, cracking a crooked, weak smile* yes they are....
*he sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully* Thank you... for everything...
William Turner *He blushed more, nodding* I found that to be far more pleasurable than I had been led to believe. I hope it was not too forward of me to say such.
*He blinked, trying to hide his embarrassment and smiled* You are most welcome, Micah. I am just heartened to know that you are well because we were able to save you. And your friend.
*The Dutchman had finally reached port. Docking his airship, William did his best to attend to the two injured men aboard his vessel. The vampire would fare better, possibly even be able to leave of his own volition, though he would attempt to find a gurney for Micah.
The Outlander, however, was another story. Still drifting between wakefulness and sleep. The chirurgeon had done all he could for the Outlander, and William knew they needed to send the man to the Houses of Healing nearest the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. The Houses would care for the Outlander better than he could, as they were better equipped to tend to the injured and gravely ill.
He recognized the Jolly Roger as they departed the Dutchman, but he largely ignored the vessel in favor of tending to their charges. It was odd seeing the Captain carrying a litter, but he would not leave his charges.
The Priestesses accepted both men, taking special care with the unconscious Outlander.
William chose to sit with Micah until the Priestesses made their judgement as to his health.
Micah Watson *Realizing that there would only be one gurney enough to carry its patient, Micah opted against being carried out from the ship and instead walked with his friend. still mightily pained (that day, he'd moved too much and split the sutures William had given him. It would seem that whatever weapons these monsters used, they were impervious to the quick healing of vampires. His throat and neck hurt to move and he did little in the way of turning his head and swallowing. It seemed to heal over, but the more he rested, the more the wounds wanted to rebound. how strange...
Limping with his friend, he kept a hand on John's holding it tightly as he limped beside the gurney. he kept his eyes on the back of William's head as they were lead to the houses of healing. Paler than usual, even after feeding off of William, Micah tried his best to keep his head high and his stature straight. Maybe this land... those weapons... were far more dangerous than they thought...
Finally finding himself in a secluded room, he found he could barely stretch out on the bed provided him and he hunched over sitting on the bed, groaning* dammit... we're so lost if they carry over with those weapons.... *he murmured.
John Grimm -He drifted in and out as they carried him. The memories he had were hazy at best and mostly delirium-filled.
John remembered bits and pieces of his first days at the House of Healing. The women were shrouded, so he didn't recognize any faces, but their kindness stayed with him and he rested and slept until he could stay awake for more than a few moments.
It was difficult to determine what was real and what was inside his brain. He found he called alternately for Micah, Sam and the pirate. Why the pirate? He didn't know, but he did. When he heard Micah's soft voice, he relaxed.
But the silence from the other two weighed heavily on his delirious brain.-
Micah Watson *he too found himself sleeping more than waking now. bedded next to his friend, Micah did little in the way of complaints, but the pain was evident in his eyes. The wounds, while clean, were just not healing up. The sutures were changed daily, in and out with darker and thicker threads until he looked like some parody of Frankenstein's monster. pain medication did little more than to make him numb to emotional output. He found himself clinging to John's hand on more than one occasion, talking to him in slurred words every time the man called for him.
he was vaguely aware of William's presence in the healing house, hovering between the two of them. Other than these few things, Micah was fairly oblivious to the diagnoses. however it didn't take a nurse to tell him that he wasn't healing. Dark, wicked blades... darker than even the soulless touch of a vampire. What was their world coming to?*
William Turner *William watched with outward calm. Inwardly, he was fraught with worry. The men were not healing. Neither of them. The Outlander seemed to be becoming worse. His fever was almost a constant companion now. And Micah. Micah's wounds were not healing as they should have. It was distressing to watch them. Especially since he had heard tales surrounding the Outlander and his amazing healing abilities.
That something had brought the man down to the point where he lay on his death bed, William found himself concerned for the rest of Britannia. And Oceana.*
John Grimm -Too tired and too out of it to realize who held his hand, John would curl up against the warmth that the vampire put off. Even in the heat of the House of Healing, John was freezing. His fever was high enough to make him shiver convulsively, body wracked with shuddering chills. He'd never been this sick. And his brain couldn't comprehend what was going on.
He dreamed. He saw Jumper. Portman and Sarge. Sam. Harry. Sometimes he saw the changeling. Or the others. Even in his dream-like state, he couldn't bring himself to use their given names. The pain was still there. But he saw them. Tried to talk to them, but to no avail. He was losing his battle.-
Micah Watson *he didn't know what he was doing, but laying down was no longer an option. He woke slowly not realizing that the captain sat across from him. He rolled to a sitting position, hunched over on the bed holding his stomach* i cant lay anymore *he panted, sounding drowsy and delusional* i cant.. I cant do it... goddammit get john some... some help! *he gasped, his solid black eyes roaming the room, almost unseeing* goddammit!
*much to the protests of the nurses and William, Micah slowly and shakily got to his feet, his hands latched over his stomach. his neck throbbed and he swore his head would come off again* monsters... fucking.. monsters! *he gasped, stumbling and falling against john's bed*
William Turner *He stood and attempted to intercept the vampire before the man careened into where the Outlander was very nearly comatose* Micah! *He grabbed the vampire quietly* Please, we don't want to injure the man any further. You have both sustained some intense illnesses and wounds. You both need to heal.
*His worry was such that he called for one of the High Priestesses to come sit with them. Not for religious reasons, but as a Healer to her flock. The woman would be able to tend to Micah just as well as she could John*
John Grimm -The sudden movement startled John from a dream and he cried out softly- NO! -His eyes snapped open, but he wasn't seeing anything in the room. Instead, he saw his past, come back to haunt him. He saw the whatever the hell it was they'd been in with the fucking spiders and the Beast of Doom chasing them down. He curled in on himself and cried out again, pulling the blanket over his head-
Micah Watson *he heard the cry, and he looked down. His blotted vision caught sight of something... something GLOWING on John's shoulder, and it was eating at him like a parasite. Snarling he suddenly lunched down, shoving the blanket aside from his friend's head and sank his teeth into the wound, tearing it open. The scream was unmatched, and the chaos that filled the room was unmistakable, but he paid no mind. he sucked his blood, tearing the skin and muscle open just... just SUCKING that glowing thing out of him. No there would be no more harm, whatever this was, hurting his friend anymore!
As he worked to remove this thing, Micah felt hands latch onto him, dragging him away. he screamed in panic, looking down at his friend.t he shoulder was open... but that glowing little parasite fuck was gone... in his stomach. Already he could feel it nauseating him, but he had little time to dwell on that. He felt himself being pulled to his feet by two of the nurses, and dragged from the room. He was too destructive, wild with his delusions, attacking his very friend! Micah found himself being shoved into a hard platform table and being strapped down, chained. The pain in his gut was overwhelming and he retched. Turning his head, he emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor, discolored blood and bile staining the white floor below him as he tossed and screamed* NOO!! JOHN!! LET ME GO!! JOHN!!!
John Grimm -The white hot pain against his shoulder made him scream raggedly. The weakness brought on by the fever and the whatever it was that had been on the blade made any fight useless. He flailed and shoved at the pain, begging it to stop.
And then blessedly, it did. He was left in that twilight state of nothingness, drifting as his own body began healing itself. It was slower, having had the virus/parasite/thing burrowed into his muscle and working its way toward his heart. He would heal almost human-slow, but he would heal now.
The darkness overtook him and he drifted, Micah's name on his lips. He could hear his friend screaming his name and he needed to get to him- Micah.....
William Turner *The High Priestess ushered William out. When he refused to leave either of his friends, the Priests arrived, pulling the Captain out bodily. Forced to wait in a locked antechamber, he gripped the metal until it bit into his palms. He ignored his blood as it trickled down the metal latticework, listening instead to the echoing sounds of screams. Both men were in pain and he could do nothing more than wait for permission to see them again.*
Micah Watson *the screams continued for another few minutes before a final one, louder and more frightening and blood curdling than any of them had ever heard, echoed through the halls, reaching the holding cell William was in. Then... it all just went silent. Frighteningly so. Another several minutes went by before the priestess finally approached the cell William was in. she unlocked the doors and allowed the captain to step forward* Johnathan is finally resting... It appears that something finally gave way in him... His fever is slowly lessening, but we shall keep a careful eye on him for the time being. But he is sleeping peacefully. your vampire on the other hand. He is a right mess. Unconscious at the moment. He had found himself ill, vomiting blood, and a fever spike. and one of my nurses *she cursed under her breath* foolishly thought it wise to use holy water to sway his madness... He is unconscious now because of it... You may see John...
William Turner *William stared at the Priestess, but understood her caution. Had the vampire truly lost his mind, he would have been put in danger. As they walked toward the room that held the Outlander, the Priestess tended to the wounds on William's palms. Once wrapped, he knelt next to the now sleeping man.
Where once he had been pale and wan, there was a little color to his cheeks. His bruised eyes were slowly evening out. It was as though the man was healing before William's very eyes. He watched quietly for a moment before turning* May I see Micah? It would alleviate my pain at seeing his outburst to know he is on his way to becoming more well.
John Grimm -He finally slept. Dreamless, healing sleep. It was deep and absolute. The mutagens of Olduvai could have come gunning for John and he would have missed it, so deeply did he sleep. But it was necessary. Days of fever and illness had given way to his body needing to replenish. So he slept, and barely moved. Eventually, he'd wake. But it would be a while-
Micah Watson *The priestess sighed and nodded her head* very well But i accompany you *she said taking his hand and walking with him. She lead him to the room where he was fully chained down. Blood and yellow rue ran from the corner of his mouth, his shirt was torn open and the sutured slice was now red and raw, as if he'd been burned. indeed was burned from the holy water. he now bore the sickly pallor, his sutures on his neck torn open from where he thrashed and screamed so loudly. He lay almost still, but the hitching in his throat kept the others at bay as another bout of blood came up from his stomach, now pooling on the table under him. Whatever was happening, it was still inside him, as if he'd blessedly taken john's illness on top of his own*
William Turner Certainly you can do something? *William looked on in horror. He had never seen anything so horrific in his life. That his ...love? Object of infatuation? He didn't have a title for Micah, but he did not think he could stand idly by and watch the man suffer so.* Please. Help him. Heal him. Something that does not involve holy instruments. He may be Nosferatu, but he is not evil. Even to mine untrained eye, I see that he has taken something into himself that was not before there. Certainly there can be some sort of assistance?
Micah Watson *The priestess looked on quietly, her face falling with despair. Injuries this grievous, brought on by dark forces required holy water to cleanse the evil out of them. But with the patient being none other than what they fought, it was nearly impossible* whatever has taken hold of him requires the use of sacred help. it would do him far worse.. I-.. i don't know...
*as she spoke, a nurse came in and whispered the improving health of the other into her ear. she froze, staring at the girl before looking back at Micah* ... Captain I need your assistance... *she said pulling him over to the table. she took care not to slip in the vitriol covering the floor, looking down at the sweat-soaked and fevered pirate* ... nurse... bring me the knives... I need to cut him open... there is no time to anesthetize him.
William Turner *William moved, mindful of the mess that littered the floor. He nodded, ready and willing to do whatever was needed to save Micah, provided it did not make him worse* Please, tell me what to do and I shall endeavor to do just that. I want him hale and whole. Complete. Not this shell, pale and empty.
*He looked up* Would a donation of blood help?
Micah Watson *the priestess shook her head, looking at William* give him nothing. *she said, as she began to press on Micah's stomach with all her might. She pushed and pushed an upward motion until the vampire, still nauseated, turned his head and emptied again, sounding hoarse*. He must be empty... *she took a knife and began to pop the sutures open before pressing the blade into his stomach* Now... this is important. *she said looking up at William* wake him up....
William Turner Wake him? *William looked perplexed, but did as asked. He lightly slapped Micah's cheeks, then harder. Until he had awakened the vampire* Micah. It is I, William. Please, we need you awake and alert for this procedure. It is very important.
*He cast the Priestess a worried glance, but awaited further order. He wanted to see the vampire healthy, and if this was the only way...so be it*
Micah Watson *he was in no pleasant place, but the force wakefulness was painful and he groaned, finally opening his eyes. As he did so he felt a blade cutting into him and he panicked. Oh god not those monsters again! he tried to struggle but felt himself restrained and he cried out* LET ME GO!!! *he wailed, incoherently*
*the priestess ceased her cutting, halfway down his stomach, through muscle and she looked up at William* FOOL! Keep him occupied and calm. I will ask him questions and he must remain calm. *she barked, turning her attention back to his stomach. She cut through the fibered layers of his stomach until it was splayed open before her*
William Turner Micah... *William caught Micah's chin, turning so they could look into each others' eyes. He tried to smile, but the concern kept him from relaxing enough* Please, look into my eyes. It will be alright, I promise. You have healed the Outlander. Now they are attempting to heal you. Please, you are strong, I know this. Be strong for me. Please?
Micah Watson *Torn from his panic, he looked up at the pirate, his eyes running with the unshed tears. he nodded quickly, biting his lower lip. a particularly sharp cut had him flinching and he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut* oh gods just let me perish please! *he begged. Gods he wished he could touch William, to cling to him. Panting loudly, he choked back another cry and struggled to open his eyes, looking up at William* please... i cant...
William Turner *Knowing the vampire needed contact, he grasped one of the bound hands, lacing their fingers together tightly* I shall not let you perish, Micah. We need you. *His voice dropped and he admitted the thing that had been tormenting him these last weeks* I need you. Please. Do not leave me. I cannot bear to lose you, not when I have only just found you.
*It was entirely selfish, but William was at a loss. He wasn't certain as to the nature of the relationship with the Outlander, but he found he would do what it took to win the vampire's heart. No matter the cost*
Micah Watson *Micah heard the words and he paused, his running eyes locked with William's. For the longest moment he stared at him before he finally nodded, biting his lower lip* okay... okay... *he panted, his fingers latching around William's hand tightly, almost bruising. he closed his eyes, struggling to regain some sort of composure before he looked up at him again* what do i need to do...
*the priestess, having cut the last fibers was now scouring out the inside of his stomach, cleansing it of anything she could. She saw nothing but knew that this harbinger of death would be microscopic. She looked up at William catching his attention* he must tell me where the nucleus of pain is. That is where the infliction will be. I cannot see what is causing this... but that requires a removal of part of his stomach... unfortunately...
William Turner *William swallowed hard and looked deeply into Micah's eyes* You must do as she asked. Tell us where the pain is centralized. Please. She must remove it so that you can heal and become whole again. I cannot bear to think of you suffering here in such a way.
*He didn't dare glance away, holding Micah's gaze like a lifeline. He tried to smile, but his lower lip trembled a little* We will stand strong together, Micah. All of us.
Micah Watson *he nodded, his fingers tightening around William's * alright... *he held his breath staring into William's eyes, holding onto that faint hope. he felt the priestess prodding around in his stomach, stabbing the fibered muscle everywhere. the pain was so great he was almost numb to it. But after several minutes of bleeding and fighting unconsciousness, he felt it. The knife touched a part of his stomach and all the pain and fire of hell lit through his body and he screamed* AAH! THERE!!! RIGHT THERE! *he cried, his head tossed back int he throes of his agony* Oh god get it out!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!
William Turner *Knowing he would probably have to have his fingers reset by the healers in the morn, William clung to Micah. He allowed the vampire to tighten his grip as the Priestess removed the evil from within. He bit back any cry or outward sign of discomfort, focusing instead on being the strength for the vampire. He prayed to Calypso that she would grant them both the strength to endure and emerge successful. He prayed that the Priestess would remove the evil so that his heart could heal and become whole.*
Micah Watson *the priestess snarled at the beast inside him, her knife cutting at the flesh almost ferociously. she cute a large portion out tossing the infected flesh into a tin. she watched as the flesh instantly curled in on itself, rotting on the spot. When she looked up at Micah, it was to see the man convulse, a choked off silent scream in his throat before he went completely lax, losing touch completely. Blood covered them, the table, everything, and he was unmoving and cold. The priestess took her sutures and sewed the holes she made in Micah's stomach shut before working to stitch his cavity shut, her hands shaking slightly* move please... i must once again repair the sutures on his neck... *she murmured quietly, not looking at William*
William Turner *He was shaking as he finally let the vampire's hands drop from his own. One of the lesser priestesses escorted the Captain from the chamber and back to where the Outlander lay like so much laundry. If not for the steady rise-and-fall of the man's chest, William would believe him dead. He was so still. Just as Micah was. It was too much and he turned to rush into an antechamber and empty his stomach of all its contents. Too much pain and heartache. Too much.*
Micah Watson *minutes turned to hours, as the priestesses rushed between the two patients. after a time, Micah was removed from the chained table and quietly returned to the sick ward next to john. Still pale from the loss of blood and with no beating heart to pump a transfusion through him, Micah would have to wait until he was conscious to feed again, if he woke. But as he was laid in his bed, his torso fully bandaged, his throat covered in gauze, William was shakily brought back into the room to sit between the two men. Micah didn't move a muscle, laying as still as the grave, just like his friend*
William Turner *He sat, hands shaking from his own tension-related sickness. He pulled Micah's cold-as-death hand into his own warmer hands and sat unmoving until he finally dozed, exhausted, in the chair between the men. He would not leave his vigil now that he'd begun it*