05/18/07 // Transmutey!Ed and NPCs
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omg_fmaWho: Transmutey!Ed and NPCs Security Guards, Denna, Ruby, Nina, Margaret, Fred, Jen, OOC!Hohenheim, and Subconscious!Ren
When: 05/18/07
Rating: R
Category: Side Plots, Misc Pairings
Summary: Ed and Denna have a little talk before Ed is supposed to go into his next surgery. All hell breaks loose, which ends up with Ed getting tranqued and two of Hoho's flunkies hooking up. Then happy fun time surgery ensues.
T!Ed: *staring blankly up at the ceiling, idly tugging at the restraints around his wrists, vaguely wondering how long he's been there and when Ren will come to visit him again*
Denna: *comes in, humming quietly and marking things off on a clipboarded file* Good morning! Feeling any better?
T!Ed: *glances at it briefly before looking back up at the ceiling, making only a small noise of acknowledgement*
Denna: *frowns, setting down the clipboard and going over to a drawer, rummaging* That won't due. Good news is, I got clearance to take the stitches off your mouth. I just need you to hold still a minute, okay? *smiles reassuringly, holding a pair of surgical scissors and some antiseptic*
T!Ed: *tenses, watching the scissors with wide eyes, that definitely getting his attention*
Denna: Now, this will just take a second... *snipping carefully through the sutures* Don't move your mouth yet. *takes some little grabbers, pulling the frayed ends out with quick tugs, extremely gentle*
T!Ed: *whimpers softly, eyes screwed shut and lips clamped down, trying to be as still as he can*
Denna: Good... *smiles, setting down the grabbers and picking up the small silver tray with the sutures on it and dumping them into trash before dabbing at the stitch marks with an antiseptic wipe and picking up a small paper cup* You're going to need to rinse your mouth out with this, just spit it back into the cup when you're done. *reaches to lift his head carefully, tilting the cup toward his lips*
T!Ed: *sips the contents of the cup with a face, swooshing it around his mouth before spitting it back up into the cup, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, skin closing around and covering up the holes in his lips left by the sutures*
Denna: Great. That should make you feel a little better, hm? *smiles, sitting down next to the bed in a chair and tossing out the cup, watcing the holes close* That's a really neat trick you can do there.
T!Ed: *goes back to staring up at the ceiling, ignoring it for the most part* When can I go home?
Denna: Well, you have that surgery scheduled for this afternoon around 1, and given your rate of healing, I would say we can get you back to your quarters day after tomorrow at the earliest. That sound good?
T!Ed: That's not home.
Denna: *frowns* I'm sorry, it's the best I can do. I don't know where else you'd go.
T!Ed: Home. Where Ren is. Though he was here... Promised to watch while you killed me.
Denna: *shakes it's head* I'm not going to kill you. Whoever gave you that idea? ...Darren was here? *instant mix of skittish and interested*
T!Ed: You're going to kill me. *nods his head slowly at the last part, looking over at it*
Denna: Of course I'm not going to kill you! *frowns indignantly* I am very good at my job, I haven't lost a patient yet that wasn't already gone. *glances around worriedly* How did he...? ...Where?
T!Ed: You're going to break me and rip me apart. *looks at it levelly* But I'm going to kill you all first.
Denna: *puts two and two together* Your mental illness. I had almost forgotten, you seem so normal. *sighs, getting out the clipboard again, ready to take notes* You have been hallucinating, then. Darren Hohenheim?
T!Ed: I wasn't hallucinating. He was here with me. *eyes flick back up to the ceiling* Promised to kill all of you monsters for him.
Denna: *jots down a few more notes, muttering* ...Advanced propensity toward violence, increasing through withdrawl... possible auditory and visual hallucinations... *recaps the pen* Edward, you're going to be just fine. How about we just talk for a bit, hmm? If you sound better in a little while, I'll take off the restraints for a bit and you can test out that new leg.
T!Ed: *hunches his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut tightly and whimpering* What are you going to do to me?
Denna: Well, your combat enhancements go in today. Do you want to see the x-rays? The boss marked out where he wants them, but you were probably too groggy the other day to remember that. I'm excited- I've never got to do dorsal implants before on a living subject, but I've done really well with the others. *beams*
T!Ed: *laughs hollowly* I don't want to see myself turning into a monster like you.
Denna: *flinches slightly, sitting back in the chair* I'm not a monster. I'm a person.
T!Ed: You're a monster.
Denna: I'm entirely human, I promise. *sighs* You hungry?
T!Ed: No.
Denna: You sure? You're kind of pale... just some juice or something might be good for you. You can't have much more, anyway. Don't want you getting sick off the anesthesia.
T!Ed: I don't want to eat anything. I want to die.
Denna: *shakes it's head* It's either you eat something once you get out of surgery or you get put on a feeding tube, and believe me- that isn't pleasant at all.
T!Ed: I'll kill myself if you won't do it. F-forget about him... But I can't... and I have to... *babbles softly to himself*
Denna: You're probably having a bad reaction to the antibiotics, they tend to make people depressed. Edward, you're going to be fine. *jots another note onto the clipboard paper*
T!Ed: *laughs hysterically* Like with the blankets in the kitchen... Nowhere to hide, but they'll always find me, always find me in the dark and the light and when people are there or aren't... No escape and they'll keep hurting me and hurting me until I'm dead, want to be dead wanttobedeaddeaddeaddead...
Denna: Hey, hey! Calm down, come on... *gets a syringe out of a drawer, followed by a small glass bottle of clear liquid, uncapping the syringe and jabbing it through the stopper in the bottle and sucking up a few cc's, getting the air out before sticking it expertly into Ed's shoulder, injecting the (extra strength) sedative* You're alright, just breathe...
T!Ed: *cries out as the needle goes into his shoulder, starting to relax and feel floaty after a good few moments, head lolling against the pillow and watching Denna blearily*
Denna: Feel better?
T!Ed: *makes a small sound, head jerking*
Denna: *not quite sure if that was a yes or no* Er... shall I take that as a yes?
T!Ed: *stares up at it, muttering to himself incoherently, softly*
Denna: *shakes it's head* Alright... Can you hear me?
T!Ed: *nods his head slowly* ...Leg..?
Denna: Hm? What about it?
T!Ed: *moves his right leg a little, trying to make some sort of indication that he wants to test it out*
Denna: Oh! You sure? Give it a minute so your head can clear a little, alright?
T!Ed: *flops back, going still, and hums softly in agreement*
Denna: *nods once, standing* Alright, I'll be right back. You're going to need something to help you walk at first, until it's fully healed. *heads out the swinging door*
T!Ed: *watches it go, eyes watering slightly and feeling like an absolute traitor for even wanting to try walking on the damned thing in the first place*
Denna: *comes back a minute later with a set of crutches, setting them beside the bed and looking down at him* How're you feeling?
T!Ed: Sick.
Denna: *frowns* Want something for the nausea? *grabs a small bottle of pills and a cup of water off the counter, sitting back down*
T!Ed: *shakes his head, not wanting to have to deal with any more meds... ever*
Denna: You sure? Might help if you want to walk around a little.
T!Ed: ...Just want Ren... *sniffles softly*
Denna: Awh... *smiles, trying to be comforting, but just emphasizing the staples more* I know that they're out there getting everything together to bring him back here as we speak. You'll see him soon.
T!Ed: *stops, absolutely stunned through the haze, and just stares at it* ...What?
Denna: Yeah! As far as I know, the boss has been trying to get his oldest back for as long as anyone can remember. My guess is that if he has you, Darren will be glad to come back. *smiles amiably*
T!Ed: ... *can feel the rage slowly start to take over, the stones starting to crush the sedative as he metabolizes it* I'd like to try my leg now. Please. *smiles very, very sweetly*
Denna: *grins back* Sure. *gets out a key, unlocking each of his wrist restraints in turn, and then the ankle one, getting the crutches and holding them out for him* Here, be careful. I know you heal fast, but the work on your bone might still be a little sensitive.
T!Ed: *takes the crutches and gingerly stands on the floor, hissing, face screwed up, as he puts weight on his right leg, finding it still incredibly sore*
Denna: *grimaces* Ooh, maybe we should have waited a little bit longer. Just try a couple steps, we'll see if anything needs adjusting.
T!Ed: *takes a few steps towards the other end of the room, testing out to see how much pain there is and mostly blocking it all, shaking, mostly out of anger than anything else*
Denna: How's that feel? *follows after him, a few feet behind, just in case he starts to fall*
T!Ed: Fine... *leans against the wall on the opposite side of the room, pressing his hands together in a quiet clap, feeling the energy crackle*
Denna: Good! *beams, very proud of itself and not noticing the clap*
T!Ed: *smirks, pressing his hands quickly to one of his crutches and transmuting part of it into a very sharp blade, clutching it tightly*
Denna: *jumps back a little, backing away* Hey, careful... I don't want to have to call security to restrain you again...
T!Ed: *drops both of his crutches and takes careful steps toward it, face twisted into a wicked grimace of pain, knife held out* If you do, I'll fucking kill you.
Denna: *backs up against a wall, breathing quick and nervous, frightened* I haven't done anything to you! *makes a small noise of fear* ...Please don't hurt me...
T!Ed: *reaches to wrap fingers around its throat, squeezing gently* You want to live?
Denna: *jerks a little nod, shaking hard* Yes...
T!Ed: Then come with me. I'm going home. *jerks it, trying to move Denna so that it's in front of him, resting the knife against its throat and starting to march them toward the door, wincing faintly*
Denna: *nods a little, eyes wide with fear* You don't want to do this, believe me. You're only going to end up worse off.
T!Ed: *snarls* I'm dying either way. Do you think it matters? *pushes the door open and checks the hall for any sign of life, walking them down some corridor, no idea where he's going or what he's doing at this point*
Denna: You're not going to die! Please! Let's just go back to the room and we'll work things out!
T!Ed: *squeezes its neck tightly a moment before easing up* The only thing we're going to do right now is discuss what I can get to get me home. Got that?
Denna: *nods shakily* Wh- what do you want me to do?
T!Ed: *hisses* Find something to get me off this god forsaken dimension.
Denna: I- I'm sorry! I don't know anything about that, I'm only human, I can't-- I can't go anywhere like that.
T!Ed: THEN FIND ME SOMEONE THAT CAN.
Denna: *jolts a little in fear, quivering* Okay-- okay! Just please don't hurt me! I don't mean you any harm, I promise.
T!Ed: Keep walking. What about his little fuck puppets -- my doubles? Can they change? Where are they?
Denna: *whimpers softly, walking* They can move around in the dimensions, yes... I don't know where they are, though.
T!Ed: You'll help me find them. And then? We're going home. All three of us. *snerks* I'll let Ren tear you apart like you did to me.
Denna: *eyes widen, making a terrified noise and trembling harder* I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear!
T!Ed: You should have thought about that before you followed his orders, huh? *shakes it roughly* Now where is everyone else?
Denna: I only meant to help you walk again. *eyes watering, trying not to show anymore weakness* You were the only patient, staff must be in the other wings.
T!Ed: I'll make sure he rips out your eyes first. You won't know what's coming until it happens. Pin your entrails to the walls while you're still alive... *snerks, laughing hysterically*
Denna: *shudders, tears falling silently* Please...
T!Ed: Please what? Let you go~? Why should I let you go when you wouldn't do the same for me~?
Denna: *cries quietly* I just wanted to fix you! *brings a hand up, touching the staples out of nervous habit* He- he gave me orders to fix you up before Darren gets here. He said you would heal fast and be alright...
T!Ed: I DON'T NEED FIXING. Do you fucking comprehend that at all? Do you think I like having you drill screws into my bone? Having this hideous thing attached to my leg? He's only doing this to torture me!
Denna: Y- you can walk, though! *cringes as he yells, trying to get further away*
T!Ed: *tightens his grip on it unconsciously, screaming madly* I COULD WALK JUST FINE BEFORE!
Denna: *chokes, hands clawing at Ed's* Please-! Nnh! *trying to catch a breath* Your leg was gone!
T!Ed: I HAD MY OWN PROSTHETIC! A WHEELCHAIR! FUCKING CRUTCHES! *squeezes slowly with each word*
Denna: *chokes and struggles, crying harder and staples beginning to ooze blood with the strain of it's gasping* I- I didn't authorize any of this! I'm just a doctor!
T!Ed: YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE! *eases his grip, breathing hard and wincing with every step they take*
Denna: Before what?! *almost screaming itself, gasping for air and watching the winces* Come on, I can see it's hurting you. Let's just go back and you can sit down.
T!Ed: I'm. Going. HOME.
Margaret: *pretty normal-looking aside from copious scars all over her body, chatting happily to Nurse 2*
T!Ed: *freezes at the sight of the two nurses, pressing the blade into Denna's back lightly* Shh...
Denna: *whimpers softly, praying they turn around and see the two of them*
Nina: *considers herself to be very pretty, despite one of her eyes being stitched closed* Have you seen that new doctor? Don't you think he's- *spots Ed and Denna* ... *screams*
T!Ed: ...Fuck.
Denna: Help! Get help! Run! *gasps, shaking*
Nina: *finishes screaming, eyes wide, tugging on Nurse 1's arm*
T!Ed: SHUT UP! *presses the knife into its back harder, looking around, trying to figure out what to do*
Margaret: *stops dead* Oh my god, come on! *turns to run for security*
Nina: *right on her heels, looking over her shoulder*
T!Ed: *shoves at Denna as he lets go, dropping to the floor quickly and clapping his hands together, sending out a large wave of spikes along the floor after the nurses*
Denna: *falls hard with a cry, huddling against the wall and slowly trying to scoot away, back the way they came*
Nina: *screams again, trying to dodge to the side, but gets impaled through her calf*
Margaret: *catches her friend's arm, getting grazed by a few spikes but nothing serious, trying to pull her toward the doors at the end of the corridor*
T!Ed: *pulls himself up and makes a grab for Denna's wrist, starting to run in the opposite direction*
Nina: *sobbing, limping as best she can* SECURITY!!!
Security Guard 1: *hears the commotion, charging through the doors and reaching for a stun-gun in his belt* HEY! STOP!
Denna: *screams, getting grabbed and hauled along and hoping his leg gives out before much longer*
Security Guard 2: *throws down the newspaper he was reading, baton at the ready* I'll go 'round the other way and cut them off. *jerks his head, then looks at the nurses* One of you get the boss.
Security Guard 3: *drops the cigarette which he had been trying to smoke without very much success, due to the hole in his throat, and chases after Security Guard 1, pulling out his stun-gun as well*
Margaret: *quick nod, helping Nurse 2 to his chair* Yeah, I- I'll do it. *winded and terrified, running off*
T!Ed: *keeps running as fast as he can, feeling nauseous as pain shoots through his leg, not looking back*
Security Guard 1: Just go! *runs after Ed, gun at the ready*
Nina: *collapses into the chair, holding her leg and moaning*
Security Guard 3: *wheezes in agreement*
Security Guard 2: *dashes off in the other direction, heading around the block*
Denna: *begging, tears streaming down it's face and mixing with blood from the staples* Please! You're going to get yourself killed!
T!Ed: I-I don't c-care..! *grips the knife tightly, still running*
Denna: You'll be okay if you just stop! *pretends to trip, trying to snag Ed's fake leg in the process and bring him down*
Security Guard 3: *spots them down the corridor, would yell something like "You there, stop!" if he had any vocal cords*
T!Ed: *goes falling to the ground hard, knife slipping out of his hand and staring wide eyed as he sees the second security running towards them from the end of the corridor*
Security Guard 1: *hauls ass after them, following the sound of footsteps and yelling back to Security Guard 3* They can't get far! The hostile's got a messed up leg.
T!Ed: *claps his hands quickly and raises a wall between himself and the guard*
Security Guard 2: *curses as he runs headlong into the wall, unable to stop himself fast enough, and smacks at it with his baton, shouting*
Denna: *shrieks, getting out of the way of the moving wall, trying to scrabble away*
Security Guard 1: Come on! *claps, pressing hands to the wall to turn it into a cage around Ed*
T!Ed: *screams as he's trapped, looking around wildly then at the floor, clapping his hands quickly and transmuting the piece of ground he's sitting on free, crashing down to the floor below*
Security Guard 1: *curses, taking a breath and leaping after him, landing like a cat on automail legs*
Denna: *gets to it's feet, fleeing down the hallway past the other guard*
T!Ed: *already scrambled up and bolting down the hall, running blindly*
Denna: *tears after him, yelling for backup from the lower floor, hoping the officers on duty are stationed somewhere nearby*
Security Guard 3: *leaps after Security Guard 1, rolling to his feet and sprinting after him, gun ready*
Security Guard 4: *hits a big fancy buttony in the security booth to sound the alarm, grabbing a tranquilzer gun*
Security Guard 2: ... *goes to take the stairs, fucking wall*
Various scientific personnel: *opening doors to look for the origin of the commotion, some running to call security or management, others just gawking and keeping a safe distance*
Security Guard 1: *hefts his tranq gun, aiming and pulling off a round at Ed's back, tripping and sending it wide with a loud expletive, aiming again*
T!Ed: *keeps going, not looking back and crying out sharply as the tranq goes over his head, ducking into one of the empty offices*
Security Brigade with Lots of Guns: *in tight formation, bursts through the double-doors at the end of the hall, weapons at the ready*
Security Guard 3: *several paces behind him, can't risk a shot past him in the narrow hallway, internally cursing*
T!Ed: *ducks into a coat closet, transmuting it locked from the inside and sinking to the floor, shaking and crying*
Security Guard 1: *hails the brigade, motioning to the door* He's in there, ready your weapons but don't shoot. The boss wants him alive.
Security Guard 3: *indicates with his hands where the hostile went, for the benefit of the Security Brigade*
Security Guard 2: *finally makes it back from his trek down the stairs*
Security Brigade with Lots of Guns: *salute, standing at the ready with guns upright, surrounding the door*
Security Guard 1: *approaches the door, tranq gun out and motioning with his head for the other two to follow as he claps, pressing hands to the door, opening it*
T!Ed: *nearly has a heart attack when the doors start to open, transmuting a hole in the back of the closet into the other room, scrambling through it and out to the other side, breaking into a run*
Security Guard 3: *gun trained on the door, ready to fire*
Security Guard 3: *wheezes in an alarmed manner, diving into the closet and chasing after him*
Security Guard 1: *hears the transmutation, swearing and bolting after him, ducking through the hold in the closet and yelling back* HE'S RUNNING AGAIN, CUT HIM OFF AT THE LAST ROOM OF THE HALL!
Security Guard 1: *gets Ed into his sights, aiming off another shot at Ed's back*
T!Ed: *starting to find it difficult to run, the pain in his leg almost unbearable when he feels something prick him in the back, reaching to grab what it is, eyes widening at the dart clasped tightly in his hand*
Security Guard 3: *grins in triumph as Security Guard 1 hits him, aiming and firing another dart for good measure*
Security Guard 1: *aims off three more, wondering how this kid is still standing after a dose large enough to knock out a large, muscly man*
T!Ed: *gets hit with the other darts while he still runs, starting to sway before crashing to the ground, scrabbling weakly at the floor before finally passing out*
Security Guard 1: Geez, finally! *gasping for breath but triumphant, approaching the fallen figure and leaning down to check his pulse, turning to the other two* He's fine, but he'll be out for awhile.
Security Guard 1: *calls, standing up* Could we get someone on mainenance detail to clean this mess up? And we're going to need a stretcher and some medics.
Gawking Burned Scientist: *nods, going over to a wall phone and dialing maintenance*
Security Guard 3: *pokes Edward with his toe, holstering his gun and pulling out his box of cigarettes*
Security Guard 1: *holsters his gun, glancing wryly over at 3* Those things will kill you.
Jen: *runs in, pushing a gurney with EMT 2, stopping next to Ed* Cripes! How many did you shoot him with?! *kneels to start taking Ed's vitals*
Security Guard 3: *pulls a cig out with his teeth, grinning at 1 and offering him a cigarette teasingly*
Fred: You guys could at least be a little more careful. *rolls his one eye, kneeling to help the other EMT*
Security Guard 1: *bats his hand away* Yeah, right. *laughs, standing back and watching the medical proceedings*
Security Guard 3: *holds up 5 fingers*
Jen: *to 2* I swear... *looks up to see 3* Great shit! You trying to kill him?
Security Guard 3: *lights his cigarette, taking a deep drag, smoke leaking out of his throat*
Fred: *mutters under his breath* Going to write you up to the boss for this...
Security Guard 1: *makes a disgusted face*
Security Guard 3: *frowns at the EMTs, indicating his own pulse, pointing at Edward, then giving him the thumbs up, trying to indicate that he's fine*
Jen: *carefully picks the darts out of Ed's back* It's okay, I checked him- he's stable. Just help me get him onto the gurney, we'll get him back upstairs.
OOC!Hohenheim: *steps out of an elevator as it dings for that floor, surveying his ants coldly* And what is the meaning of this? *adjusts his glasses*
Security Guard 1: *muttering to 3* Give it up. Guys in medi think they run this place.
Fred: Alright on the count of -- Er... *stops when he sees Hohenheim, standing up straight and saluting*
Security Guard 3: *eyes widen slightly when he hears the Boss' voice, snapping to attention, dropping his cigarrette and saluting*
Security Guard 1: *nearly has a heart attack* Sir! What are you- I mean-- ...That was fast.
Security Guard 1: *jerks to attention, saluting as well*
Jen: *under her breath* Shit. *smiles brightly* Good afternoon, Sir!
OOC!Hohenheim: *stubs out the fallen cigarrette, face disgusted and irritated* What happened? Can none of you keep a single piece of filth under any sort of control? Denna! ...Where is Denna? Why was she not watching him?
Security Guard 1: Er, permission to speak freely, Sir? *still at attention*
OOC!Hohenheim: ... *stares at him coldly for a very, very long time* Speak.
Security Guard 3: *sort of glad he's excused from this sort of thing*
Security Guard 1: *gulps* We-- that is, the three of us *indicates himself and the other two guards*-
Security Guard 1:were stationed at the end of Hall Eleven when we heard a commotion and came in to see the patient with Denna as his hostage attacking Nina and Margaret with alchemy.
Security Guard 1: Margaret ran to get you, Nina is wounded, and Denna got away. She was last seen upstairs.
Security Guard 3: *nodnod*
OOC!Hohenheim: And you could not subdue the boy before he caused havoc unto my lab and injured my employees? Is that not what you are paid for, to subdue subjects quickly and efficiently?
OOC!Hohenheim: I would hardly call the chaos upon the upper floor efficient.
Security Guard 1: *grimaces* Sir, our apologies, Sir. *nods to indicate 3 is included in this* We had no idea that the patient would be so... mobile.
Security Guard 3: *sweats a little*
OOC!Hohenheim: ...You three will be reassigned to the zoo. *smirks* Perhaps you will find something more mobile there to chase.
Security Guard 3: *pales*
Security Guard 1: *stares straight ahead in hard salute, wanting to bang his head against something*
Security Guard 2: *nearly pisses himself*
Security Guard 1: ...Sir yes Sir.
OOC!Hohenheim: You are dismissed.
Security Guard 3: *salutes, then hauls ass out of there*
Security Guard 1: *short nod, turning to the other two and leading the way out of the room*
Security Guard 2: *hurries along behind them*
Jen: Sir, shall we take the patient back upstairs? He's stable, just... very unconscious.
OOC!Hohenheim: *nods curtly* I will find Denna and bring her there. You will both stay as her aides.
Denna: Yes, Sir. *turns to EMT 2, slipping her hands under Ed to help lift him* Ready?
Fred: *nods his head* On the count of three? *holds onto Ed*
OOC!Hohenheim: *turns on his heel and heads off to find Denna, taking the lift back upstairs*
Jen: One- Two- Three- *grunts as she supports half the weight, lifting him deadweight to the gurney* Careful of his right leg.
Denna: *curled up in her chair in her office, shaking and still crying a little*
Fred: Gotcha. *helps lay him down carefully, slipping restraints onto his arm and carefully over his right ankle*
OOC!Hohenheim: *surveys the damage of the floor once he reaches it, heading off to Denna's office, knocking* Denna?
Jen: *gets the other arm and leg restraints, kicking the brake off the gurney* Alright, race you to the elevator. *grins, beginning to push carefully*
Denna: *sits up straighter, nervously wiping off her cheeks and blowing her nose, trying not to sound like she's been crying* Come in, Sir!
Fred: What, and face risking the zoo? Not a chance! *grins back, laughing, and helps her push*
Jen: *hits the elevator button, waiting before the doors open and pushing the gurney inside*
OOC!Hohenheim: *steps inside, face nearly softening a smidge* Will be able to conduct the surgery this afternoon? The subject has been subdued and he is being taken in now for preperation.
Fred: *helps push it inside, leaning back against the wall and idly wriggling his fingers, watching the way the sutures look holding them to his palms in the light*
Denna: *wrings the tissue in her hands, nodding* I- I think so. Sir, I'm so sorry!
Jen: *looks over at him* That's gross.
OOC!Hohenheim: You should have kept him sedated, Denna. What was the meaning for his outburst?
Fred: I think it's kinda cool. Not many get the shiny stitches. *grins*
Jen: Shiny?
Fred: ...Yours are really dull. *looks pointedly at the line of stitches going down the middle of her body*
Denna: *shaking* He-- he came out of it too fast! I thought he was still incapacitated and did what you said to do before the next surgery, check his leg for adjustments.
Denna: He came out of it and made a knife and told me-- he told me- ... *breaks off, sobbing*
OOC!Hohenheim: *looks at her disdainfully and pats her shoulder awkwardly* There, there.
Jen: *crosses her eyes, trying to see* That's just because I've had mine longer. *pushes the gurney out as the elevator doors open*
Fred: *follows along beside her, pushing* Sooo... You doing anything after this surgery?
Denna: He told me he was going to let Darren tear my eyes out and- and-! *breaks off, trying to get breath, shivering*
Jen: ...Are you asking me out? *smirks, heading for pre-op*
OOC!Hohenheim: Shh, shhh... He will not get you. There is no way he will find you here, with all of the precautions I have taken.
Fred: ...That would be a yes~ *smirks*
Denna: *steadies a little, looking up at him* I think Edward was hallucinating earlier. He said he saw Darren here.
Jen: *blushes under her stitching* I might be free...~
OOC!Hohenheim: He is crazy. It says so in his file. *pauses, thinking over this* After his surgery, have him moved to a room with surveillance.
Denna: *nods* Alright. I read his file, but he seemed so normal at first! I've seen crazy people, you know that. ...He keeps asking to go home. I don't know what to tell him.
Fred: *grins, quite pleased with himself, humming happily as he starts to get some of the required IV bags*
OOC!Hohenheim: Lie to him. Tell him the truth. I do not care. It will not matter to him once this is all done.
Jen: *blushes some more, glancing over at him* coughwhattookyousolongcough? *grins, pushing Ed through the swinging doors to pre-op*
Fred: Didn't think your little stitchy self would be interested~ *winks*
Denna: O-Okay. He just seems really scared. I'm not used to people from off-dimension. *wraps arms around herself*
OOC!Hohenheim: *pets her hair gently, trying to be soothing and just coming off as really creepy* It will be okay. There is no need for him to fear.
Jen: Right. After you saw me changing the white board so we'd get the same surgery schedules? *frowns at Ed* We're gonna have to flip him, he's getting dorsal implants. Help me out here.
Denna: I keep telling him that, he doesn't believe me. *picks idly at some dried blood by a staple*
Fred: ...Well there was that too. *smirks, moving over to her after having set up the IV bags, slipping hands under Ed* Ready?
OOC!Hohenheim: He will learn soon enough. Now get cleaned up. He should be ready for surgery soon.
Jen: You're so full of yourself. *grins, rolling her eyes* Ready. *moves to flip him towards herself*
Denna: *gives a last sniffle, blowing her nose and throwing away the tissue, getting up* Yes, sir. I won't screw up again, Sir.
Fred: *helps, rolling him over carefully the rest of the way and moving to re-restraint him*
OOC!Hohenheim: Very good.
Jen: *gets the restraints on her side fastened, reaching for Ed's arm to prep it for the IV needle* Denna's presiding, right?
Denna: *manages a weak smile* Thank you, Sir.
Fred: As far as I know, unless the boss has changed his mind. You think they're going to need the red stuff? *nods his head to it and goes to check the chart* It's on here, but after that stunt...
OOC!Hohenheim: You are welcome. *opens the door for her, smiling stiffly*
Jen: *looks over his shoulder* Yeah... just wait on that. We can start the anisthetic, though. It's compatible with the tranq, so it shouldn't hurt. Hook up the tubes, I'll get the needle in his arm.
Denna: *goes out ahead of him, heading for the washroom to clean up a little*
Fred: *sets the chart down and starts hooking up things to the anisthetic*
OOC!Hohenheim: *disappears to go be creepy elsewhere*
Jen: *peels open an IV needle packet, slipping it into Ed's vein and reaching for the connecting tubes to the bag* What else is on that chart?
Fred: The dorsal implants for one. They're also putting some along his forearms. Weapons should have brought down the stuff -- aha! Here! *looks into a box at the carefully wrapped parts*
Jen: Ooh, fancy. Why's this kid getting special treatment, anyway?
Jen: I heard he was from off-world.
Fred: Looks kinda like the boss's kid, doesn't he?
Jen: Yeah, kind of. *looks speculatively at Ed's face* Scrawnier, though. And his leg's all messed up. *makes a face, twisting her stitches*
Denna: *finishes up in the washroom, wiping her face off carefully to avoid snagging staples and checking the mirror to make sure she isn't all puffy before heading down the hall to pre-op*
Fred: Yeah... *peers down at the chart, eyes widening* ...Well this might be why. *points to the line about his marriage*
Jen: Move over, I can't see. *leans over his shoulder, scrutinizing the chart* Darren Hohenheim? You think he's related to the Boss? Wait, he? ...Weird.
Fred: Yeah, really. What the fuck? *keeps staring at the chart, then glances at Ed* Well he does have the rings...
Jen: Lookie there. Oh, we should probably get those off him before Denna starts tinkering with his arms. *goes over, slipping the rings off of Ed's hand and putting them into a small metal tray*
Jen: So this is like, family politics or something?
Denna: *pushes the doors open, adjusting her glasses and heading for the box of surgical gloves, nodding to the EMTs*
Fred: Yeah, good idea. *finally closes the chart, though takes out the x-ray with the circled parts, hanging that up* It sounds like it, doesn't it? We know how the boss is when it comes to -- *stops, nodding back to Denna*
Denna: *gets the gist of what they're talking about, slipping on a surgical mask* He's the Boss' son in law. Is he prepped?
Fred: ...Oh. Er, yeah. Yeah, he's prepped. Still sleeping too, thank god.
Fred: You gonna stitch his mouth again?
Jen: We weren't sure about the red fluid IV, should we..?
Denna: Yeah, I have to stitch his mouth. Believe me, this one is loud when he wants to be. *glances warily at Ed, in pure professional mode*
Denna: Keep him off the red stuff, but make sure you have a couple of syringes of it around in case he flatlines.
Fred: *nods and goes to get a couple of syringes, keeping them wrapped in their packaging still, and a bottle of the liquid red stones*
Jen: Ready when you are doctor. He's going into Surgery Room 3, right?
Denna: Right. I'll take the chart, you two get in there and get your gloves on, then we'll get him on the respirator.
Fred: *hooks the IV stand up the gurney, raising his eyebrows at the other EMT, getting ready to push*
Jen: *starts pushing, out the door and down the hall to the surgery rooms, speaking low* I don't ever think I've seen her that morose.
Denna: *grabs the chart, lagging a minute or two, working herself into the right mental state*
Fred: *keeps his voice low as well* The kid did hold her hostage...
Jen: Well yeah! I hope she can do this alright. I think all the other doctors are off til tonight. We have a specialist coming to assist, though, right? *pushes through the doors to surgery*
Fred: *nods, pushing the gurney and starting to head back out to fetch the weapons and syringes* So far as I know. There haven't been many combat enhancements done on live subjects.
Jen: Ech, geez. No wonder Denna's been so high-strung lately. Go grab the stuff, I'll put him on the respirator. *slips into some gloves*
Denna: *passes 2 on the way to the room* Bring the whole cart, we're going to need it.
Fred: *winks at the EMT and makes his way out of surgery to get the other stuff, then nods to Denna as he passes her* Gotcha.
Jen: *laughs, putting on her surgical mask and rolling the respirator over, fiddling with things on it and putting on a new, sanitized tube, slipping it into Ed's mouth and taping over Ed's mouth to keep it in place*
Fred: *returns a few minutes later with the cart of weapons parts and syringes, setting it near the surgery table before going off to get his own surgical mask and gloves*
Denna: *comes in, busying herself with getting a needle and floss ready for the mouth sutures, speaking to EMT 1* You can actually just tape the tube down to the corner of his mouth. The stitches should take care of the rest.
Ruby: *pulling on gloves as she enters the room* Denna. *nods at her in greeting, nods at the EMTs*
Fred: *nods back, raising his eyebrows at EMT 1*
Jen: *wiggles her eyebrows back, going over to stand by him* Fancy.
Denna: *nods back* Hey, Ruby. You're just in time.
Ruby: Got held up, there's quite a mess in the hall.
Fred: *snickers quietly, standing back beside EMT 1*
Denna: ...Yeah. *frowns behind her mask, threading the needle and making quick work of re-stitching Ed's mouth, snipping and tying the end, keeping the respirator in place*
Jen: What..?
Denna: Ruby, the stuff's on that table over there- *motions with an elbow* start marking him where the implants are going to go. I'll get the x-ray up for you. *flips through the file, locating it*
Fred: I've already got the x-ray up for you, doctor. *jerks his head in its direction*
Denna: *looks up* Oh! Thanks, Fred. Sorry. *smiles at him behind the mask*
Ruby: *moves over to stand near the implants, glancing briefly at them before making a series of small marks at places along his spine*
Jen: *stands at the ready, awaiting orders*
Denna: *begins getting the metal pieces in order, lining them up in correct position on the metal tray*
Ruby: *continues marking Edward's arms, glancing up at the EMTs* ...I don't think I've worked with you two before.... *making conversation*
Jen: We were just reassigned from the ICU. I'm Jen. *smiles, eyes showing it over the mask* You're from Weapons Department, right?
Fred: *smils as well* And I'm Fred.
Ruby: Nice to meet you, Jen and Fred. I'm Ruby. And yes, I am.
Denna: *to Ruby* I'm ready when you are. I'll need help getting those arm pieces into position. Shouldn't be too much more complicated than last week. This one just has vitals.
Ruby: *nods* Sure, go right ahead.
Denna: *gets Ed hooked up to the heartrate monitor and nodding to the two EMTs* Scalpel. *holds out a hand*
Fred: *hands her one*
Denna: *makes a long incision, all the way around Ed's fore-arm* Tourniquet above his elbow, please.
Jen: *moves quickly to strap one just above Ed's elbow, cinching it tight*
Denna: *gets the skin around the cut held back, nodding to Ruby* First band, please.
Ruby: *picks up one of the bands, fastening it around Edward's arm at the incision and holding it in place*
Denna: *takes a threaded needle from EMT 1, stitching around the incision and then around the protruding blade* Alright, scalpel again.
-----TIMEWARP-----
T!Ed: *towards the end of the surgery, starts twitching a little, feeling the pain and whimpering softly against the sutures*
Subconscious!Ren: *leans close to Ed's face, kissing him softly* Shhh, don't wake up yet.
Denna: *working on Ed's back, just a few more dorsal implants left to go*
T!Ed: *murmurs softly, stitches gone in his mind, words sounding like a muffled, garbled mess to anyone but S!Ren* What's going on..? Did I get out..?
Subconscious!Ren: No, they're operating on you. They're almost done, just lie still, love.
T!Ed: *jerks, only managing a weak twitch* Let me go...
Ruby: *helping Denna with the implants, raises an eyebrow, thinking she heard some noise from the patient*
Subconscious!Ren: *smiles as the surroundings change slightly, wavering between their bedroom and the surgery room* Poor Edward... *reaches for him* You almost flatlined once, but they got some of the red stuff into you.
T!Ed: *curls against him, watching as they operate on himself hazily* I didn't die?
Denna: *to Ruby* I told you he's talkative. That injection must have gotten him lucid. Careful if he starts to come to. *to the EMTs* Watch him.
Fred: *nods, moving closer to Ed just in case he has to hold him still*
Ruby: Goodness. Talk about your problem patients.
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses him softly, slipping arms around him* No, you didn't. But you lost a bit of blood.
Denna: You don't know the half of it. You didn't get here in time to see the escape attempt. *stitching*
T!Ed: *kisses back, still watching sadly* I was hoping I would die. I feel dead.
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses across Ed's shoulder idly* You feel warm. And you can't die- you have to wait for me.
Ruby: *raises her eyebrows* ...Is that what that mess outside was?
T!Ed: *shivers, real body doing the same* You won't come in time.
Denna: Yeah. He's an alchemist, and a good one. He got all the way to the end of sublevel corridor seven before they got him, and it took five tranqs to get him down. Er, so I heard.
Subconscious!Ren: *smiles at the shiver, grazing teeth over his shoulder* How do you know that?
Ruby: ...Wow. ...And we're giving him weapons?
T!Ed: *moans softly, ducking his head with a grimace* If they keep doing this, I'm going to kill myself. I'll have to. But you have to run, Ren, promise me that. They're going to come for you. I can't protect you...
Denna: Not me. The Boss authorized it. This kid's his son in law, something about using him here so his son will show up and want to stick around. I think they're planning to keep him in solitary til he gets de-conditioned.
Subconscious!Ren: *straddles his lap, working up his neck* You know I can't run away from you...
Ruby: *eyebrows up to her hairline* Son in law? *eyes the patient appraisingly* ...Huh.
Denna: Yup. Scalpel. *holds out her hand* Who'd've guessed, huh?
T!Ed: Ren stop, please... You're not real. *sobs softly, tears falling onto the surgery table*
Jen: *catches sight of the tears* Hey, look at this- he's crying!
Subconscious!Ren: I know. I'm a lot more... affectionate... in your head, hmm? *smiles against his skin, sucking on his earlobe*
T!Ed: I just want to go home... I want the real you... *curls fingers into the fabric of his shirt, actual fingers moving in the same action*
Denna: *doesn't look up from her incision work* You sure he's not just tearing a little? Make sure he keeps blinking, and if he doesn't, give him some eyedrops and tape his lids.
Fred: *watches, only mildly interested and mostly wanting this to be done so he can go on his date later, whoohoo~*
Subconscious!Ren: *leans into him softly, fingers twining in his hair* I miss you so much. I miss you next to me at night, I miss the way you smile when you see me after only five minutes of being apart... *leans closer, kissing his neck*
T!Ed: *sobs harder, whole body shaking* I miss you... I miss you... Don't leave me here, please... Stay with me when I die...
Subconscious!Ren: I'm never leaving you, Edward. *holds him tightly, gently rocking*
Jen: Um... this is weird. Should I just tape his lids now?
Ruby: *leans over to look* ...Yeah, go ahead.
Ruby: ...He's not going to wake up, is he? It would be really annoying if he started screaming, even with the stitches.
Jen: *gets two small bits of surgical tape, gently moving Ed's eyelids fully closed and smoothing the tape over them*
Denna: I think he's out, at least, enough for our purposes. Except for that red booster earlier, he hasn't had anything since the five tranqs and the sedative.
Ruby: *shrugs* Alright then.
T!Ed: *whimpers as his eyelids are taped shut, pressing closer to what he thinks is Ren (the table) unconsciously, jerking again*
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses his forehead gently* There, there, you're alright, love...
Denna: Woah, keep him steady. Fred, could you adjust the anisthetic up a click? He'll regret it later if he twitches while I'm putting these dorsals in.
Fred: Got it. *adjusts the drip on the anisthetic*
T!Ed: It hurts, Ren. I just want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep and never wake up...
Subconscious!Ren: But then I would be all alone, forever... *rests their foreheads together, playing with his hair*
Ruby: *frowns, doing her best to keep the implant steady*
T!Ed: You could bring me back when this is over. *lays limply, feeling incredibly hazy under the increased drip*
Denna: Let's get those last two done quick. I don't want him flatlining again, this kid doesn't need any more brain trauma. *starts stitching*
Subconscious!Ren: How will I find your body?
T!Ed: I don't know... *feels like he's slipping off already, exhausted*
Subconscious!Ren: Don't worry about that now, sweetheart. Let me keep you safe... *strokes his hair back softly, laying him down on their bed and sliding down to lie next to him*
T!Ed: *curls beside him with a faint smile* Will you wake me up when they're done?
Denna: I will. *smiles back, pulling the blankets over them and rubbing his back gently* Remember I love you...
T!Ed: I love you too... *drifts off under the anisthetic, hallucination falling away into nothing*
Denna: Alright, last dorsal, Ruby. Scalpel. *takes it from EMT 1, who's beginning to feel like a scalpel machine*
When: 05/18/07
Rating: R
Category: Side Plots, Misc Pairings
Summary: Ed and Denna have a little talk before Ed is supposed to go into his next surgery. All hell breaks loose, which ends up with Ed getting tranqued and two of Hoho's flunkies hooking up. Then happy fun time surgery ensues.
T!Ed: *staring blankly up at the ceiling, idly tugging at the restraints around his wrists, vaguely wondering how long he's been there and when Ren will come to visit him again*
Denna: *comes in, humming quietly and marking things off on a clipboarded file* Good morning! Feeling any better?
T!Ed: *glances at it briefly before looking back up at the ceiling, making only a small noise of acknowledgement*
Denna: *frowns, setting down the clipboard and going over to a drawer, rummaging* That won't due. Good news is, I got clearance to take the stitches off your mouth. I just need you to hold still a minute, okay? *smiles reassuringly, holding a pair of surgical scissors and some antiseptic*
T!Ed: *tenses, watching the scissors with wide eyes, that definitely getting his attention*
Denna: Now, this will just take a second... *snipping carefully through the sutures* Don't move your mouth yet. *takes some little grabbers, pulling the frayed ends out with quick tugs, extremely gentle*
T!Ed: *whimpers softly, eyes screwed shut and lips clamped down, trying to be as still as he can*
Denna: Good... *smiles, setting down the grabbers and picking up the small silver tray with the sutures on it and dumping them into trash before dabbing at the stitch marks with an antiseptic wipe and picking up a small paper cup* You're going to need to rinse your mouth out with this, just spit it back into the cup when you're done. *reaches to lift his head carefully, tilting the cup toward his lips*
T!Ed: *sips the contents of the cup with a face, swooshing it around his mouth before spitting it back up into the cup, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, skin closing around and covering up the holes in his lips left by the sutures*
Denna: Great. That should make you feel a little better, hm? *smiles, sitting down next to the bed in a chair and tossing out the cup, watcing the holes close* That's a really neat trick you can do there.
T!Ed: *goes back to staring up at the ceiling, ignoring it for the most part* When can I go home?
Denna: Well, you have that surgery scheduled for this afternoon around 1, and given your rate of healing, I would say we can get you back to your quarters day after tomorrow at the earliest. That sound good?
T!Ed: That's not home.
Denna: *frowns* I'm sorry, it's the best I can do. I don't know where else you'd go.
T!Ed: Home. Where Ren is. Though he was here... Promised to watch while you killed me.
Denna: *shakes it's head* I'm not going to kill you. Whoever gave you that idea? ...Darren was here? *instant mix of skittish and interested*
T!Ed: You're going to kill me. *nods his head slowly at the last part, looking over at it*
Denna: Of course I'm not going to kill you! *frowns indignantly* I am very good at my job, I haven't lost a patient yet that wasn't already gone. *glances around worriedly* How did he...? ...Where?
T!Ed: You're going to break me and rip me apart. *looks at it levelly* But I'm going to kill you all first.
Denna: *puts two and two together* Your mental illness. I had almost forgotten, you seem so normal. *sighs, getting out the clipboard again, ready to take notes* You have been hallucinating, then. Darren Hohenheim?
T!Ed: I wasn't hallucinating. He was here with me. *eyes flick back up to the ceiling* Promised to kill all of you monsters for him.
Denna: *jots down a few more notes, muttering* ...Advanced propensity toward violence, increasing through withdrawl... possible auditory and visual hallucinations... *recaps the pen* Edward, you're going to be just fine. How about we just talk for a bit, hmm? If you sound better in a little while, I'll take off the restraints for a bit and you can test out that new leg.
T!Ed: *hunches his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut tightly and whimpering* What are you going to do to me?
Denna: Well, your combat enhancements go in today. Do you want to see the x-rays? The boss marked out where he wants them, but you were probably too groggy the other day to remember that. I'm excited- I've never got to do dorsal implants before on a living subject, but I've done really well with the others. *beams*
T!Ed: *laughs hollowly* I don't want to see myself turning into a monster like you.
Denna: *flinches slightly, sitting back in the chair* I'm not a monster. I'm a person.
T!Ed: You're a monster.
Denna: I'm entirely human, I promise. *sighs* You hungry?
T!Ed: No.
Denna: You sure? You're kind of pale... just some juice or something might be good for you. You can't have much more, anyway. Don't want you getting sick off the anesthesia.
T!Ed: I don't want to eat anything. I want to die.
Denna: *shakes it's head* It's either you eat something once you get out of surgery or you get put on a feeding tube, and believe me- that isn't pleasant at all.
T!Ed: I'll kill myself if you won't do it. F-forget about him... But I can't... and I have to... *babbles softly to himself*
Denna: You're probably having a bad reaction to the antibiotics, they tend to make people depressed. Edward, you're going to be fine. *jots another note onto the clipboard paper*
T!Ed: *laughs hysterically* Like with the blankets in the kitchen... Nowhere to hide, but they'll always find me, always find me in the dark and the light and when people are there or aren't... No escape and they'll keep hurting me and hurting me until I'm dead, want to be dead wanttobedeaddeaddeaddead...
Denna: Hey, hey! Calm down, come on... *gets a syringe out of a drawer, followed by a small glass bottle of clear liquid, uncapping the syringe and jabbing it through the stopper in the bottle and sucking up a few cc's, getting the air out before sticking it expertly into Ed's shoulder, injecting the (extra strength) sedative* You're alright, just breathe...
T!Ed: *cries out as the needle goes into his shoulder, starting to relax and feel floaty after a good few moments, head lolling against the pillow and watching Denna blearily*
Denna: Feel better?
T!Ed: *makes a small sound, head jerking*
Denna: *not quite sure if that was a yes or no* Er... shall I take that as a yes?
T!Ed: *stares up at it, muttering to himself incoherently, softly*
Denna: *shakes it's head* Alright... Can you hear me?
T!Ed: *nods his head slowly* ...Leg..?
Denna: Hm? What about it?
T!Ed: *moves his right leg a little, trying to make some sort of indication that he wants to test it out*
Denna: Oh! You sure? Give it a minute so your head can clear a little, alright?
T!Ed: *flops back, going still, and hums softly in agreement*
Denna: *nods once, standing* Alright, I'll be right back. You're going to need something to help you walk at first, until it's fully healed. *heads out the swinging door*
T!Ed: *watches it go, eyes watering slightly and feeling like an absolute traitor for even wanting to try walking on the damned thing in the first place*
Denna: *comes back a minute later with a set of crutches, setting them beside the bed and looking down at him* How're you feeling?
T!Ed: Sick.
Denna: *frowns* Want something for the nausea? *grabs a small bottle of pills and a cup of water off the counter, sitting back down*
T!Ed: *shakes his head, not wanting to have to deal with any more meds... ever*
Denna: You sure? Might help if you want to walk around a little.
T!Ed: ...Just want Ren... *sniffles softly*
Denna: Awh... *smiles, trying to be comforting, but just emphasizing the staples more* I know that they're out there getting everything together to bring him back here as we speak. You'll see him soon.
T!Ed: *stops, absolutely stunned through the haze, and just stares at it* ...What?
Denna: Yeah! As far as I know, the boss has been trying to get his oldest back for as long as anyone can remember. My guess is that if he has you, Darren will be glad to come back. *smiles amiably*
T!Ed: ... *can feel the rage slowly start to take over, the stones starting to crush the sedative as he metabolizes it* I'd like to try my leg now. Please. *smiles very, very sweetly*
Denna: *grins back* Sure. *gets out a key, unlocking each of his wrist restraints in turn, and then the ankle one, getting the crutches and holding them out for him* Here, be careful. I know you heal fast, but the work on your bone might still be a little sensitive.
T!Ed: *takes the crutches and gingerly stands on the floor, hissing, face screwed up, as he puts weight on his right leg, finding it still incredibly sore*
Denna: *grimaces* Ooh, maybe we should have waited a little bit longer. Just try a couple steps, we'll see if anything needs adjusting.
T!Ed: *takes a few steps towards the other end of the room, testing out to see how much pain there is and mostly blocking it all, shaking, mostly out of anger than anything else*
Denna: How's that feel? *follows after him, a few feet behind, just in case he starts to fall*
T!Ed: Fine... *leans against the wall on the opposite side of the room, pressing his hands together in a quiet clap, feeling the energy crackle*
Denna: Good! *beams, very proud of itself and not noticing the clap*
T!Ed: *smirks, pressing his hands quickly to one of his crutches and transmuting part of it into a very sharp blade, clutching it tightly*
Denna: *jumps back a little, backing away* Hey, careful... I don't want to have to call security to restrain you again...
T!Ed: *drops both of his crutches and takes careful steps toward it, face twisted into a wicked grimace of pain, knife held out* If you do, I'll fucking kill you.
Denna: *backs up against a wall, breathing quick and nervous, frightened* I haven't done anything to you! *makes a small noise of fear* ...Please don't hurt me...
T!Ed: *reaches to wrap fingers around its throat, squeezing gently* You want to live?
Denna: *jerks a little nod, shaking hard* Yes...
T!Ed: Then come with me. I'm going home. *jerks it, trying to move Denna so that it's in front of him, resting the knife against its throat and starting to march them toward the door, wincing faintly*
Denna: *nods a little, eyes wide with fear* You don't want to do this, believe me. You're only going to end up worse off.
T!Ed: *snarls* I'm dying either way. Do you think it matters? *pushes the door open and checks the hall for any sign of life, walking them down some corridor, no idea where he's going or what he's doing at this point*
Denna: You're not going to die! Please! Let's just go back to the room and we'll work things out!
T!Ed: *squeezes its neck tightly a moment before easing up* The only thing we're going to do right now is discuss what I can get to get me home. Got that?
Denna: *nods shakily* Wh- what do you want me to do?
T!Ed: *hisses* Find something to get me off this god forsaken dimension.
Denna: I- I'm sorry! I don't know anything about that, I'm only human, I can't-- I can't go anywhere like that.
T!Ed: THEN FIND ME SOMEONE THAT CAN.
Denna: *jolts a little in fear, quivering* Okay-- okay! Just please don't hurt me! I don't mean you any harm, I promise.
T!Ed: Keep walking. What about his little fuck puppets -- my doubles? Can they change? Where are they?
Denna: *whimpers softly, walking* They can move around in the dimensions, yes... I don't know where they are, though.
T!Ed: You'll help me find them. And then? We're going home. All three of us. *snerks* I'll let Ren tear you apart like you did to me.
Denna: *eyes widen, making a terrified noise and trembling harder* I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear!
T!Ed: You should have thought about that before you followed his orders, huh? *shakes it roughly* Now where is everyone else?
Denna: I only meant to help you walk again. *eyes watering, trying not to show anymore weakness* You were the only patient, staff must be in the other wings.
T!Ed: I'll make sure he rips out your eyes first. You won't know what's coming until it happens. Pin your entrails to the walls while you're still alive... *snerks, laughing hysterically*
Denna: *shudders, tears falling silently* Please...
T!Ed: Please what? Let you go~? Why should I let you go when you wouldn't do the same for me~?
Denna: *cries quietly* I just wanted to fix you! *brings a hand up, touching the staples out of nervous habit* He- he gave me orders to fix you up before Darren gets here. He said you would heal fast and be alright...
T!Ed: I DON'T NEED FIXING. Do you fucking comprehend that at all? Do you think I like having you drill screws into my bone? Having this hideous thing attached to my leg? He's only doing this to torture me!
Denna: Y- you can walk, though! *cringes as he yells, trying to get further away*
T!Ed: *tightens his grip on it unconsciously, screaming madly* I COULD WALK JUST FINE BEFORE!
Denna: *chokes, hands clawing at Ed's* Please-! Nnh! *trying to catch a breath* Your leg was gone!
T!Ed: I HAD MY OWN PROSTHETIC! A WHEELCHAIR! FUCKING CRUTCHES! *squeezes slowly with each word*
Denna: *chokes and struggles, crying harder and staples beginning to ooze blood with the strain of it's gasping* I- I didn't authorize any of this! I'm just a doctor!
T!Ed: YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE! *eases his grip, breathing hard and wincing with every step they take*
Denna: Before what?! *almost screaming itself, gasping for air and watching the winces* Come on, I can see it's hurting you. Let's just go back and you can sit down.
T!Ed: I'm. Going. HOME.
Margaret: *pretty normal-looking aside from copious scars all over her body, chatting happily to Nurse 2*
T!Ed: *freezes at the sight of the two nurses, pressing the blade into Denna's back lightly* Shh...
Denna: *whimpers softly, praying they turn around and see the two of them*
Nina: *considers herself to be very pretty, despite one of her eyes being stitched closed* Have you seen that new doctor? Don't you think he's- *spots Ed and Denna* ... *screams*
T!Ed: ...Fuck.
Denna: Help! Get help! Run! *gasps, shaking*
Nina: *finishes screaming, eyes wide, tugging on Nurse 1's arm*
T!Ed: SHUT UP! *presses the knife into its back harder, looking around, trying to figure out what to do*
Margaret: *stops dead* Oh my god, come on! *turns to run for security*
Nina: *right on her heels, looking over her shoulder*
T!Ed: *shoves at Denna as he lets go, dropping to the floor quickly and clapping his hands together, sending out a large wave of spikes along the floor after the nurses*
Denna: *falls hard with a cry, huddling against the wall and slowly trying to scoot away, back the way they came*
Nina: *screams again, trying to dodge to the side, but gets impaled through her calf*
Margaret: *catches her friend's arm, getting grazed by a few spikes but nothing serious, trying to pull her toward the doors at the end of the corridor*
T!Ed: *pulls himself up and makes a grab for Denna's wrist, starting to run in the opposite direction*
Nina: *sobbing, limping as best she can* SECURITY!!!
Security Guard 1: *hears the commotion, charging through the doors and reaching for a stun-gun in his belt* HEY! STOP!
Denna: *screams, getting grabbed and hauled along and hoping his leg gives out before much longer*
Security Guard 2: *throws down the newspaper he was reading, baton at the ready* I'll go 'round the other way and cut them off. *jerks his head, then looks at the nurses* One of you get the boss.
Security Guard 3: *drops the cigarette which he had been trying to smoke without very much success, due to the hole in his throat, and chases after Security Guard 1, pulling out his stun-gun as well*
Margaret: *quick nod, helping Nurse 2 to his chair* Yeah, I- I'll do it. *winded and terrified, running off*
T!Ed: *keeps running as fast as he can, feeling nauseous as pain shoots through his leg, not looking back*
Security Guard 1: Just go! *runs after Ed, gun at the ready*
Nina: *collapses into the chair, holding her leg and moaning*
Security Guard 3: *wheezes in agreement*
Security Guard 2: *dashes off in the other direction, heading around the block*
Denna: *begging, tears streaming down it's face and mixing with blood from the staples* Please! You're going to get yourself killed!
T!Ed: I-I don't c-care..! *grips the knife tightly, still running*
Denna: You'll be okay if you just stop! *pretends to trip, trying to snag Ed's fake leg in the process and bring him down*
Security Guard 3: *spots them down the corridor, would yell something like "You there, stop!" if he had any vocal cords*
T!Ed: *goes falling to the ground hard, knife slipping out of his hand and staring wide eyed as he sees the second security running towards them from the end of the corridor*
Security Guard 1: *hauls ass after them, following the sound of footsteps and yelling back to Security Guard 3* They can't get far! The hostile's got a messed up leg.
T!Ed: *claps his hands quickly and raises a wall between himself and the guard*
Security Guard 2: *curses as he runs headlong into the wall, unable to stop himself fast enough, and smacks at it with his baton, shouting*
Denna: *shrieks, getting out of the way of the moving wall, trying to scrabble away*
Security Guard 1: Come on! *claps, pressing hands to the wall to turn it into a cage around Ed*
T!Ed: *screams as he's trapped, looking around wildly then at the floor, clapping his hands quickly and transmuting the piece of ground he's sitting on free, crashing down to the floor below*
Security Guard 1: *curses, taking a breath and leaping after him, landing like a cat on automail legs*
Denna: *gets to it's feet, fleeing down the hallway past the other guard*
T!Ed: *already scrambled up and bolting down the hall, running blindly*
Denna: *tears after him, yelling for backup from the lower floor, hoping the officers on duty are stationed somewhere nearby*
Security Guard 3: *leaps after Security Guard 1, rolling to his feet and sprinting after him, gun ready*
Security Guard 4: *hits a big fancy buttony in the security booth to sound the alarm, grabbing a tranquilzer gun*
Security Guard 2: ... *goes to take the stairs, fucking wall*
Various scientific personnel: *opening doors to look for the origin of the commotion, some running to call security or management, others just gawking and keeping a safe distance*
Security Guard 1: *hefts his tranq gun, aiming and pulling off a round at Ed's back, tripping and sending it wide with a loud expletive, aiming again*
T!Ed: *keeps going, not looking back and crying out sharply as the tranq goes over his head, ducking into one of the empty offices*
Security Brigade with Lots of Guns: *in tight formation, bursts through the double-doors at the end of the hall, weapons at the ready*
Security Guard 3: *several paces behind him, can't risk a shot past him in the narrow hallway, internally cursing*
T!Ed: *ducks into a coat closet, transmuting it locked from the inside and sinking to the floor, shaking and crying*
Security Guard 1: *hails the brigade, motioning to the door* He's in there, ready your weapons but don't shoot. The boss wants him alive.
Security Guard 3: *indicates with his hands where the hostile went, for the benefit of the Security Brigade*
Security Guard 2: *finally makes it back from his trek down the stairs*
Security Brigade with Lots of Guns: *salute, standing at the ready with guns upright, surrounding the door*
Security Guard 1: *approaches the door, tranq gun out and motioning with his head for the other two to follow as he claps, pressing hands to the door, opening it*
T!Ed: *nearly has a heart attack when the doors start to open, transmuting a hole in the back of the closet into the other room, scrambling through it and out to the other side, breaking into a run*
Security Guard 3: *gun trained on the door, ready to fire*
Security Guard 3: *wheezes in an alarmed manner, diving into the closet and chasing after him*
Security Guard 1: *hears the transmutation, swearing and bolting after him, ducking through the hold in the closet and yelling back* HE'S RUNNING AGAIN, CUT HIM OFF AT THE LAST ROOM OF THE HALL!
Security Guard 1: *gets Ed into his sights, aiming off another shot at Ed's back*
T!Ed: *starting to find it difficult to run, the pain in his leg almost unbearable when he feels something prick him in the back, reaching to grab what it is, eyes widening at the dart clasped tightly in his hand*
Security Guard 3: *grins in triumph as Security Guard 1 hits him, aiming and firing another dart for good measure*
Security Guard 1: *aims off three more, wondering how this kid is still standing after a dose large enough to knock out a large, muscly man*
T!Ed: *gets hit with the other darts while he still runs, starting to sway before crashing to the ground, scrabbling weakly at the floor before finally passing out*
Security Guard 1: Geez, finally! *gasping for breath but triumphant, approaching the fallen figure and leaning down to check his pulse, turning to the other two* He's fine, but he'll be out for awhile.
Security Guard 1: *calls, standing up* Could we get someone on mainenance detail to clean this mess up? And we're going to need a stretcher and some medics.
Gawking Burned Scientist: *nods, going over to a wall phone and dialing maintenance*
Security Guard 3: *pokes Edward with his toe, holstering his gun and pulling out his box of cigarettes*
Security Guard 1: *holsters his gun, glancing wryly over at 3* Those things will kill you.
Jen: *runs in, pushing a gurney with EMT 2, stopping next to Ed* Cripes! How many did you shoot him with?! *kneels to start taking Ed's vitals*
Security Guard 3: *pulls a cig out with his teeth, grinning at 1 and offering him a cigarette teasingly*
Fred: You guys could at least be a little more careful. *rolls his one eye, kneeling to help the other EMT*
Security Guard 1: *bats his hand away* Yeah, right. *laughs, standing back and watching the medical proceedings*
Security Guard 3: *holds up 5 fingers*
Jen: *to 2* I swear... *looks up to see 3* Great shit! You trying to kill him?
Security Guard 3: *lights his cigarette, taking a deep drag, smoke leaking out of his throat*
Fred: *mutters under his breath* Going to write you up to the boss for this...
Security Guard 1: *makes a disgusted face*
Security Guard 3: *frowns at the EMTs, indicating his own pulse, pointing at Edward, then giving him the thumbs up, trying to indicate that he's fine*
Jen: *carefully picks the darts out of Ed's back* It's okay, I checked him- he's stable. Just help me get him onto the gurney, we'll get him back upstairs.
OOC!Hohenheim: *steps out of an elevator as it dings for that floor, surveying his ants coldly* And what is the meaning of this? *adjusts his glasses*
Security Guard 1: *muttering to 3* Give it up. Guys in medi think they run this place.
Fred: Alright on the count of -- Er... *stops when he sees Hohenheim, standing up straight and saluting*
Security Guard 3: *eyes widen slightly when he hears the Boss' voice, snapping to attention, dropping his cigarrette and saluting*
Security Guard 1: *nearly has a heart attack* Sir! What are you- I mean-- ...That was fast.
Security Guard 1: *jerks to attention, saluting as well*
Jen: *under her breath* Shit. *smiles brightly* Good afternoon, Sir!
OOC!Hohenheim: *stubs out the fallen cigarrette, face disgusted and irritated* What happened? Can none of you keep a single piece of filth under any sort of control? Denna! ...Where is Denna? Why was she not watching him?
Security Guard 1: Er, permission to speak freely, Sir? *still at attention*
OOC!Hohenheim: ... *stares at him coldly for a very, very long time* Speak.
Security Guard 3: *sort of glad he's excused from this sort of thing*
Security Guard 1: *gulps* We-- that is, the three of us *indicates himself and the other two guards*-
Security Guard 1:were stationed at the end of Hall Eleven when we heard a commotion and came in to see the patient with Denna as his hostage attacking Nina and Margaret with alchemy.
Security Guard 1: Margaret ran to get you, Nina is wounded, and Denna got away. She was last seen upstairs.
Security Guard 3: *nodnod*
OOC!Hohenheim: And you could not subdue the boy before he caused havoc unto my lab and injured my employees? Is that not what you are paid for, to subdue subjects quickly and efficiently?
OOC!Hohenheim: I would hardly call the chaos upon the upper floor efficient.
Security Guard 1: *grimaces* Sir, our apologies, Sir. *nods to indicate 3 is included in this* We had no idea that the patient would be so... mobile.
Security Guard 3: *sweats a little*
OOC!Hohenheim: ...You three will be reassigned to the zoo. *smirks* Perhaps you will find something more mobile there to chase.
Security Guard 3: *pales*
Security Guard 1: *stares straight ahead in hard salute, wanting to bang his head against something*
Security Guard 2: *nearly pisses himself*
Security Guard 1: ...Sir yes Sir.
OOC!Hohenheim: You are dismissed.
Security Guard 3: *salutes, then hauls ass out of there*
Security Guard 1: *short nod, turning to the other two and leading the way out of the room*
Security Guard 2: *hurries along behind them*
Jen: Sir, shall we take the patient back upstairs? He's stable, just... very unconscious.
OOC!Hohenheim: *nods curtly* I will find Denna and bring her there. You will both stay as her aides.
Denna: Yes, Sir. *turns to EMT 2, slipping her hands under Ed to help lift him* Ready?
Fred: *nods his head* On the count of three? *holds onto Ed*
OOC!Hohenheim: *turns on his heel and heads off to find Denna, taking the lift back upstairs*
Jen: One- Two- Three- *grunts as she supports half the weight, lifting him deadweight to the gurney* Careful of his right leg.
Denna: *curled up in her chair in her office, shaking and still crying a little*
Fred: Gotcha. *helps lay him down carefully, slipping restraints onto his arm and carefully over his right ankle*
OOC!Hohenheim: *surveys the damage of the floor once he reaches it, heading off to Denna's office, knocking* Denna?
Jen: *gets the other arm and leg restraints, kicking the brake off the gurney* Alright, race you to the elevator. *grins, beginning to push carefully*
Denna: *sits up straighter, nervously wiping off her cheeks and blowing her nose, trying not to sound like she's been crying* Come in, Sir!
Fred: What, and face risking the zoo? Not a chance! *grins back, laughing, and helps her push*
Jen: *hits the elevator button, waiting before the doors open and pushing the gurney inside*
OOC!Hohenheim: *steps inside, face nearly softening a smidge* Will be able to conduct the surgery this afternoon? The subject has been subdued and he is being taken in now for preperation.
Fred: *helps push it inside, leaning back against the wall and idly wriggling his fingers, watching the way the sutures look holding them to his palms in the light*
Denna: *wrings the tissue in her hands, nodding* I- I think so. Sir, I'm so sorry!
Jen: *looks over at him* That's gross.
OOC!Hohenheim: You should have kept him sedated, Denna. What was the meaning for his outburst?
Fred: I think it's kinda cool. Not many get the shiny stitches. *grins*
Jen: Shiny?
Fred: ...Yours are really dull. *looks pointedly at the line of stitches going down the middle of her body*
Denna: *shaking* He-- he came out of it too fast! I thought he was still incapacitated and did what you said to do before the next surgery, check his leg for adjustments.
Denna: He came out of it and made a knife and told me-- he told me- ... *breaks off, sobbing*
OOC!Hohenheim: *looks at her disdainfully and pats her shoulder awkwardly* There, there.
Jen: *crosses her eyes, trying to see* That's just because I've had mine longer. *pushes the gurney out as the elevator doors open*
Fred: *follows along beside her, pushing* Sooo... You doing anything after this surgery?
Denna: He told me he was going to let Darren tear my eyes out and- and-! *breaks off, trying to get breath, shivering*
Jen: ...Are you asking me out? *smirks, heading for pre-op*
OOC!Hohenheim: Shh, shhh... He will not get you. There is no way he will find you here, with all of the precautions I have taken.
Fred: ...That would be a yes~ *smirks*
Denna: *steadies a little, looking up at him* I think Edward was hallucinating earlier. He said he saw Darren here.
Jen: *blushes under her stitching* I might be free...~
OOC!Hohenheim: He is crazy. It says so in his file. *pauses, thinking over this* After his surgery, have him moved to a room with surveillance.
Denna: *nods* Alright. I read his file, but he seemed so normal at first! I've seen crazy people, you know that. ...He keeps asking to go home. I don't know what to tell him.
Fred: *grins, quite pleased with himself, humming happily as he starts to get some of the required IV bags*
OOC!Hohenheim: Lie to him. Tell him the truth. I do not care. It will not matter to him once this is all done.
Jen: *blushes some more, glancing over at him* coughwhattookyousolongcough? *grins, pushing Ed through the swinging doors to pre-op*
Fred: Didn't think your little stitchy self would be interested~ *winks*
Denna: O-Okay. He just seems really scared. I'm not used to people from off-dimension. *wraps arms around herself*
OOC!Hohenheim: *pets her hair gently, trying to be soothing and just coming off as really creepy* It will be okay. There is no need for him to fear.
Jen: Right. After you saw me changing the white board so we'd get the same surgery schedules? *frowns at Ed* We're gonna have to flip him, he's getting dorsal implants. Help me out here.
Denna: I keep telling him that, he doesn't believe me. *picks idly at some dried blood by a staple*
Fred: ...Well there was that too. *smirks, moving over to her after having set up the IV bags, slipping hands under Ed* Ready?
OOC!Hohenheim: He will learn soon enough. Now get cleaned up. He should be ready for surgery soon.
Jen: You're so full of yourself. *grins, rolling her eyes* Ready. *moves to flip him towards herself*
Denna: *gives a last sniffle, blowing her nose and throwing away the tissue, getting up* Yes, sir. I won't screw up again, Sir.
Fred: *helps, rolling him over carefully the rest of the way and moving to re-restraint him*
OOC!Hohenheim: Very good.
Jen: *gets the restraints on her side fastened, reaching for Ed's arm to prep it for the IV needle* Denna's presiding, right?
Denna: *manages a weak smile* Thank you, Sir.
Fred: As far as I know, unless the boss has changed his mind. You think they're going to need the red stuff? *nods his head to it and goes to check the chart* It's on here, but after that stunt...
OOC!Hohenheim: You are welcome. *opens the door for her, smiling stiffly*
Jen: *looks over his shoulder* Yeah... just wait on that. We can start the anisthetic, though. It's compatible with the tranq, so it shouldn't hurt. Hook up the tubes, I'll get the needle in his arm.
Denna: *goes out ahead of him, heading for the washroom to clean up a little*
Fred: *sets the chart down and starts hooking up things to the anisthetic*
OOC!Hohenheim: *disappears to go be creepy elsewhere*
Jen: *peels open an IV needle packet, slipping it into Ed's vein and reaching for the connecting tubes to the bag* What else is on that chart?
Fred: The dorsal implants for one. They're also putting some along his forearms. Weapons should have brought down the stuff -- aha! Here! *looks into a box at the carefully wrapped parts*
Jen: Ooh, fancy. Why's this kid getting special treatment, anyway?
Jen: I heard he was from off-world.
Fred: Looks kinda like the boss's kid, doesn't he?
Jen: Yeah, kind of. *looks speculatively at Ed's face* Scrawnier, though. And his leg's all messed up. *makes a face, twisting her stitches*
Denna: *finishes up in the washroom, wiping her face off carefully to avoid snagging staples and checking the mirror to make sure she isn't all puffy before heading down the hall to pre-op*
Fred: Yeah... *peers down at the chart, eyes widening* ...Well this might be why. *points to the line about his marriage*
Jen: Move over, I can't see. *leans over his shoulder, scrutinizing the chart* Darren Hohenheim? You think he's related to the Boss? Wait, he? ...Weird.
Fred: Yeah, really. What the fuck? *keeps staring at the chart, then glances at Ed* Well he does have the rings...
Jen: Lookie there. Oh, we should probably get those off him before Denna starts tinkering with his arms. *goes over, slipping the rings off of Ed's hand and putting them into a small metal tray*
Jen: So this is like, family politics or something?
Denna: *pushes the doors open, adjusting her glasses and heading for the box of surgical gloves, nodding to the EMTs*
Fred: Yeah, good idea. *finally closes the chart, though takes out the x-ray with the circled parts, hanging that up* It sounds like it, doesn't it? We know how the boss is when it comes to -- *stops, nodding back to Denna*
Denna: *gets the gist of what they're talking about, slipping on a surgical mask* He's the Boss' son in law. Is he prepped?
Fred: ...Oh. Er, yeah. Yeah, he's prepped. Still sleeping too, thank god.
Fred: You gonna stitch his mouth again?
Jen: We weren't sure about the red fluid IV, should we..?
Denna: Yeah, I have to stitch his mouth. Believe me, this one is loud when he wants to be. *glances warily at Ed, in pure professional mode*
Denna: Keep him off the red stuff, but make sure you have a couple of syringes of it around in case he flatlines.
Fred: *nods and goes to get a couple of syringes, keeping them wrapped in their packaging still, and a bottle of the liquid red stones*
Jen: Ready when you are doctor. He's going into Surgery Room 3, right?
Denna: Right. I'll take the chart, you two get in there and get your gloves on, then we'll get him on the respirator.
Fred: *hooks the IV stand up the gurney, raising his eyebrows at the other EMT, getting ready to push*
Jen: *starts pushing, out the door and down the hall to the surgery rooms, speaking low* I don't ever think I've seen her that morose.
Denna: *grabs the chart, lagging a minute or two, working herself into the right mental state*
Fred: *keeps his voice low as well* The kid did hold her hostage...
Jen: Well yeah! I hope she can do this alright. I think all the other doctors are off til tonight. We have a specialist coming to assist, though, right? *pushes through the doors to surgery*
Fred: *nods, pushing the gurney and starting to head back out to fetch the weapons and syringes* So far as I know. There haven't been many combat enhancements done on live subjects.
Jen: Ech, geez. No wonder Denna's been so high-strung lately. Go grab the stuff, I'll put him on the respirator. *slips into some gloves*
Denna: *passes 2 on the way to the room* Bring the whole cart, we're going to need it.
Fred: *winks at the EMT and makes his way out of surgery to get the other stuff, then nods to Denna as he passes her* Gotcha.
Jen: *laughs, putting on her surgical mask and rolling the respirator over, fiddling with things on it and putting on a new, sanitized tube, slipping it into Ed's mouth and taping over Ed's mouth to keep it in place*
Fred: *returns a few minutes later with the cart of weapons parts and syringes, setting it near the surgery table before going off to get his own surgical mask and gloves*
Denna: *comes in, busying herself with getting a needle and floss ready for the mouth sutures, speaking to EMT 1* You can actually just tape the tube down to the corner of his mouth. The stitches should take care of the rest.
Ruby: *pulling on gloves as she enters the room* Denna. *nods at her in greeting, nods at the EMTs*
Fred: *nods back, raising his eyebrows at EMT 1*
Jen: *wiggles her eyebrows back, going over to stand by him* Fancy.
Denna: *nods back* Hey, Ruby. You're just in time.
Ruby: Got held up, there's quite a mess in the hall.
Fred: *snickers quietly, standing back beside EMT 1*
Denna: ...Yeah. *frowns behind her mask, threading the needle and making quick work of re-stitching Ed's mouth, snipping and tying the end, keeping the respirator in place*
Jen: What..?
Denna: Ruby, the stuff's on that table over there- *motions with an elbow* start marking him where the implants are going to go. I'll get the x-ray up for you. *flips through the file, locating it*
Fred: I've already got the x-ray up for you, doctor. *jerks his head in its direction*
Denna: *looks up* Oh! Thanks, Fred. Sorry. *smiles at him behind the mask*
Ruby: *moves over to stand near the implants, glancing briefly at them before making a series of small marks at places along his spine*
Jen: *stands at the ready, awaiting orders*
Denna: *begins getting the metal pieces in order, lining them up in correct position on the metal tray*
Ruby: *continues marking Edward's arms, glancing up at the EMTs* ...I don't think I've worked with you two before.... *making conversation*
Jen: We were just reassigned from the ICU. I'm Jen. *smiles, eyes showing it over the mask* You're from Weapons Department, right?
Fred: *smils as well* And I'm Fred.
Ruby: Nice to meet you, Jen and Fred. I'm Ruby. And yes, I am.
Denna: *to Ruby* I'm ready when you are. I'll need help getting those arm pieces into position. Shouldn't be too much more complicated than last week. This one just has vitals.
Ruby: *nods* Sure, go right ahead.
Denna: *gets Ed hooked up to the heartrate monitor and nodding to the two EMTs* Scalpel. *holds out a hand*
Fred: *hands her one*
Denna: *makes a long incision, all the way around Ed's fore-arm* Tourniquet above his elbow, please.
Jen: *moves quickly to strap one just above Ed's elbow, cinching it tight*
Denna: *gets the skin around the cut held back, nodding to Ruby* First band, please.
Ruby: *picks up one of the bands, fastening it around Edward's arm at the incision and holding it in place*
Denna: *takes a threaded needle from EMT 1, stitching around the incision and then around the protruding blade* Alright, scalpel again.
-----TIMEWARP-----
T!Ed: *towards the end of the surgery, starts twitching a little, feeling the pain and whimpering softly against the sutures*
Subconscious!Ren: *leans close to Ed's face, kissing him softly* Shhh, don't wake up yet.
Denna: *working on Ed's back, just a few more dorsal implants left to go*
T!Ed: *murmurs softly, stitches gone in his mind, words sounding like a muffled, garbled mess to anyone but S!Ren* What's going on..? Did I get out..?
Subconscious!Ren: No, they're operating on you. They're almost done, just lie still, love.
T!Ed: *jerks, only managing a weak twitch* Let me go...
Ruby: *helping Denna with the implants, raises an eyebrow, thinking she heard some noise from the patient*
Subconscious!Ren: *smiles as the surroundings change slightly, wavering between their bedroom and the surgery room* Poor Edward... *reaches for him* You almost flatlined once, but they got some of the red stuff into you.
T!Ed: *curls against him, watching as they operate on himself hazily* I didn't die?
Denna: *to Ruby* I told you he's talkative. That injection must have gotten him lucid. Careful if he starts to come to. *to the EMTs* Watch him.
Fred: *nods, moving closer to Ed just in case he has to hold him still*
Ruby: Goodness. Talk about your problem patients.
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses him softly, slipping arms around him* No, you didn't. But you lost a bit of blood.
Denna: You don't know the half of it. You didn't get here in time to see the escape attempt. *stitching*
T!Ed: *kisses back, still watching sadly* I was hoping I would die. I feel dead.
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses across Ed's shoulder idly* You feel warm. And you can't die- you have to wait for me.
Ruby: *raises her eyebrows* ...Is that what that mess outside was?
T!Ed: *shivers, real body doing the same* You won't come in time.
Denna: Yeah. He's an alchemist, and a good one. He got all the way to the end of sublevel corridor seven before they got him, and it took five tranqs to get him down. Er, so I heard.
Subconscious!Ren: *smiles at the shiver, grazing teeth over his shoulder* How do you know that?
Ruby: ...Wow. ...And we're giving him weapons?
T!Ed: *moans softly, ducking his head with a grimace* If they keep doing this, I'm going to kill myself. I'll have to. But you have to run, Ren, promise me that. They're going to come for you. I can't protect you...
Denna: Not me. The Boss authorized it. This kid's his son in law, something about using him here so his son will show up and want to stick around. I think they're planning to keep him in solitary til he gets de-conditioned.
Subconscious!Ren: *straddles his lap, working up his neck* You know I can't run away from you...
Ruby: *eyebrows up to her hairline* Son in law? *eyes the patient appraisingly* ...Huh.
Denna: Yup. Scalpel. *holds out her hand* Who'd've guessed, huh?
T!Ed: Ren stop, please... You're not real. *sobs softly, tears falling onto the surgery table*
Jen: *catches sight of the tears* Hey, look at this- he's crying!
Subconscious!Ren: I know. I'm a lot more... affectionate... in your head, hmm? *smiles against his skin, sucking on his earlobe*
T!Ed: I just want to go home... I want the real you... *curls fingers into the fabric of his shirt, actual fingers moving in the same action*
Denna: *doesn't look up from her incision work* You sure he's not just tearing a little? Make sure he keeps blinking, and if he doesn't, give him some eyedrops and tape his lids.
Fred: *watches, only mildly interested and mostly wanting this to be done so he can go on his date later, whoohoo~*
Subconscious!Ren: *leans into him softly, fingers twining in his hair* I miss you so much. I miss you next to me at night, I miss the way you smile when you see me after only five minutes of being apart... *leans closer, kissing his neck*
T!Ed: *sobs harder, whole body shaking* I miss you... I miss you... Don't leave me here, please... Stay with me when I die...
Subconscious!Ren: I'm never leaving you, Edward. *holds him tightly, gently rocking*
Jen: Um... this is weird. Should I just tape his lids now?
Ruby: *leans over to look* ...Yeah, go ahead.
Ruby: ...He's not going to wake up, is he? It would be really annoying if he started screaming, even with the stitches.
Jen: *gets two small bits of surgical tape, gently moving Ed's eyelids fully closed and smoothing the tape over them*
Denna: I think he's out, at least, enough for our purposes. Except for that red booster earlier, he hasn't had anything since the five tranqs and the sedative.
Ruby: *shrugs* Alright then.
T!Ed: *whimpers as his eyelids are taped shut, pressing closer to what he thinks is Ren (the table) unconsciously, jerking again*
Subconscious!Ren: *kisses his forehead gently* There, there, you're alright, love...
Denna: Woah, keep him steady. Fred, could you adjust the anisthetic up a click? He'll regret it later if he twitches while I'm putting these dorsals in.
Fred: Got it. *adjusts the drip on the anisthetic*
T!Ed: It hurts, Ren. I just want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep and never wake up...
Subconscious!Ren: But then I would be all alone, forever... *rests their foreheads together, playing with his hair*
Ruby: *frowns, doing her best to keep the implant steady*
T!Ed: You could bring me back when this is over. *lays limply, feeling incredibly hazy under the increased drip*
Denna: Let's get those last two done quick. I don't want him flatlining again, this kid doesn't need any more brain trauma. *starts stitching*
Subconscious!Ren: How will I find your body?
T!Ed: I don't know... *feels like he's slipping off already, exhausted*
Subconscious!Ren: Don't worry about that now, sweetheart. Let me keep you safe... *strokes his hair back softly, laying him down on their bed and sliding down to lie next to him*
T!Ed: *curls beside him with a faint smile* Will you wake me up when they're done?
Denna: I will. *smiles back, pulling the blankets over them and rubbing his back gently* Remember I love you...
T!Ed: I love you too... *drifts off under the anisthetic, hallucination falling away into nothing*
Denna: Alright, last dorsal, Ruby. Scalpel. *takes it from EMT 1, who's beginning to feel like a scalpel machine*
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