A Butterfly Effect

[[ D E J A • vu ]]

Kyth

Syn had wrestled her into the Infirmary after her fight with a Cauldwyn had ended badly; her right arm was completely shredded, and her markings were ruined. She growled in contemptment as Syn darted off and a doctor entered. She didn't pay much attention to who it was, and immediately stood to leave. Kyth suddenly toppled over onto the floor, letting out a yell as she found that Syn had tied her shoelaces to the bed.

In frustration, she yanked them apart, snapping them in two, and she stormed out, her arm dripping heavy, dark blots of blood. Her eyes burned angrily at Syn for doing this. She hated being in the Infirmary.

[「Silver 希望]

Fakyr's eyes smiled as he walked into yet another Patient's room today. It was a busy afternoon, that was for sure. But he didn't mind it, really. More work meant more people he could help go into recovery. Looking at his clipboard he grinned a small, handsome grin, "Ah, Miss Kyth! I'm surprised to see you here. You're so good at fighting that I would never expect you to be so clumsy as to-" He jumped as he heard a loud "Thud" and a yell, looking down to see the Silver-Blue Haired woman on the ground, Shoelaces tied to the bed, arm in shreds. "Nevermind, then!" He laughed.

Swiftly, the the Kimata yanked her feat, making the laces Snap loudly, then lifted herself up as she began to storm out of the room. Quickly, Fakyr grabbed her good arm, the left one, with a small pout, "Aw! You won't be leaving so soon, will you? Besides, too much blood loss could be fatal~" He sang out clearly.

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Kyth

Kyth was silent as Fakyr grabbed her arm and directed her back into the room. She wasn't used to people taking charge so quickly, or talking like that to her. She watched him warily as she sat on the bed slowly, her purple and green eyes following his every move. She shook herself out of the trance and said, her voice not as forceful as usual, "I can't stay long. I have to put my boot up my partner's ass." She shook a iron-toed boot in the air to prove her point and then glanced at Fakyr. What a doctor. Talking to the Leader like that. Pshh.

[「Silver 希望]

Ooc; I'm going to enjoy his personality way too much in this... >xD

As the woman slowly sat back onto the pale, white bed, Fakyr nodded with a smile. "Good, good! You're cooperative!" He began to hum slightly, moving around the room, swaying slightly as he almost danced. He then glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol, a cloth, and cotton swabs. "Oh? Right up his arse? Hm..." He peeked through his cabinets in the room as Kyth lifted her steel-toed boot, glancing at her slightly with a musical chuckle, "Ah, I'm afraid I don't have the materials for that particular surgery! Looks like I need to stock up, eh?" He let out a light laugh as he brung up a wheeled stool, sitting on it and rolling in front of the Leader.

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Kyth

She sighed as he moved around. What a weird man. Dancing as his patient bled to death out of a mauled arm. "I need my markings intact," She told him, and then muttered mostly to herself, "So I can blow off his head when I get a hold of him." She then gave a ginger smile at the thought of Syn having to get surgery just to get her boot out of his butt. She sighed slowly and lay back on the bed, letting her bad arm lay across the white sheets, staining them red.

"So why're you so cheerful?" She asked, looking at him with two pastel eyes. "You're dancin' all over the place."

[「Silver 希望]

Fakyr chuckled as she noted now her markings, the same kind pn her left hand, he presumed, needed to be in tact so she could fatally wound her partner. "Ah, is that so?" he laughed a little as she lied down, pushung his stool with his feet, still humming that same tune, so he could reach her damaged arm.

And then she asked him why he was so happy, and he looked at Kyth with a weird face. And then, he began laughing loudly, a large grin plastered on his face. After a minute or so, his little show died down to merely a chuckle once more. "It's obvious, isn't it? Because why be sad in these times?" He smiled as he leaned closer to her arm, staring as the many cuts and displaced skin. With a slight hum, her poured some of the Alcohol on the rag, then held the wet cloth in his palm. "This may sting a bit, Sweetheart. Bear with me, would you?" He gave her a small wink as he placed the white rag on the upper section of her arm, lightly at first, but then in a more firm manner.

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Kyth

Kyth watched him pour the alcohol over the rag and scoffed silently as he called her sweetheart and told her to "bear with him". And after he placed the cloth on her arm she realized why he had told her these things. She let out a startled yell at the stinging pain, her reflexes causing her leg to shoot out and smack a firm boot against the doctor's stomach. She then let out a gasp, her good hand flying to her mouth as she stared at him. "I'm so sorry," She whispered. "Reflexes. So sorry." She looked startled that she had done that, and also embarassed.

She tried to make it seem justified by telling herself that he had called her sweetheart.

[「Silver 希望]

Fakyr's cloth barely wraped the small towell around her arm when, suddenly, he felt his stomach being pressed painfully as she kicked him with one of her boots. With a loud "Oof", he hunched over amd crossed his arms over his abdomen as she began to apologize. "It's fine-" he began in a squeaky voice, but then cleared his throat and continued in a strained voice, "It's fine, really. I get that a lot!" He let out a laugh, in which swiftly turned into a cough, "Besides, it's cute to see you look surprised!" He smiled and looked back up at her, breaths coming out in large inhales and exhales.

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Kyth

She really did feel bad about kicking him so hard. She was known for her kicks... "I hope I didn't break a rib or something," She said quietly, jumping down from her perch on the bed and kneeling beside him. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get you... Er... Another... Doctor?"

"Besides, it's cute to see you surprised!" Her face flushed red and she looked down at her feet. Her? Cute? She would never think of such a thing. "Sorry for kicking you," She said again, trying to hide the deep blush on her face. "I don't think we should continue this... I'm gonna keep kicking every time I feel pain."

[「Silver 希望]

"Another Doctor!" Fakyr laughed as he placed his right hand on his knee stiffly. "There's no need! I can remember everything I've every read! I wouldn't be able to forget a measly Bone-Healing... You know, thing!" He laughed a little, "I forgot the word, hahah..."

He laughed a bit more as he could just barely see her face redden from his previous "cute" comment. "Well you are~" He sung under his breath as she exclaimed that she was sorry once more, and that they should probably abort this little thing as she was only going to continue kicking. "Oh, no, it's quite alright! A fit young Reacher like me should be able to dodge your... quick and... painful kicks..." He laughed nervously.

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Kyth

Remember everything? Perhaps he had a photographic memory. "Remedy?" She offered his forgetfulness. Maybe not photographic memory. Something else, maybe? Though she was curious about his powers, she sat back up on the bed, crossing her legs this time and sitting on her good hand so no limb's would snap out at the last moment and accidently disintegrate an important piece of the doctor. She heard him murmur something but didn't know what it was, and didn't bother asking.

She gave a wry little smile to his comment. "Just watch out for my remaining arm," She warned him sheepishly, her face still red. "I punch a lot harder than I kick." She was hoping he wouldn't get hit by her extremely reactive body. She was embarassed by it for the first time.

And suddenly, she realized her guard was down. She glanced at Fakyr slowly, and began to wonder what in the world made him different?

[「Silver 希望]

"Ah! Yes! Remedy!" Fakyr laughed lightly as he slowly sat up with a small grunt, "That's the word! Sorry, it just completely slipped my mind!" He let out a light sigh as she sat on the bed once more, cross-legged this time, in an attempt not to hit him. Then she let out this weird Smile.

"Just watch out for my remaining arm," She had warned him, face turning red as her smile turned sheepish, "I punch a lot harder than I kick." He just laughed it off, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

"Oh! Don't worry about it, really! If anything happens, there are plenty of Doctors to nurse me back to health here!" He closed his eyes as he grinned, gently taking up his cloth once more and missed the little look Kyth gave him, "Now, again, this may hurt a bit." His smile became smaller, into something still apparent on his face, yet small... But caring. Quite a handsome feature of his, his smile... He raised the cloth once more and gentle pressed onto her arm, squeezing it just a bit, "This will keep your muscles from getting infected before your skin
regenerates. Then I'll clean off the blood so it won't look funky afterward!"

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Kyth

She felt bad about kicking him. She saw his smile and she felt her body relax slowly. "Now, again, this may hurt a bit." He warned her, and she nodded. As he began to dab at her arm, her leg involentarily jerked, trying to kick out, and when that didn't work her arm did the same. Both were held still so she sighed slowly in relief. She winced away as he squeezed onto her arm, and listened to his explination.

"So my marking's will grow back fine?" She asked.

[「Silver 希望]

Fakyr Sokkerma

Fakyr laughed lightly as her limbs jerked, reluctantly being held back. She asked if her markings would grow back regularly. "Oh, yes, yes, they should, by what I know!" He laughed a little once more as he moved his cloth down a bit, then took it off completely. It was still bleeding, but barely. With a nod, he placed the bloodied rag onto his black-pantsed knee and help up a few cottonballs. He dropped a little bit of alcohol on them, then began to clean the blood from the skin, which was already growing back. "Ah, this is good! Your arm should be back to normal in no time...!"

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Kyth

She winced as he touched her arm more, fixing it carefully. Her legs trembled every once and a while, threatening to kick out again. Kyth bit her lip as he started cleaning the blood away from her healing skin, not really hurting but nervous, anxious. Her stomach was getting upset for some reason. She had never really gotten a stomacheache before, but...

"Oh shit," She whispered. The Cauldwyn she had been fighting had quills long it's muzzle; it was rare but it was certainly possible... Those quills held poison. The poison was deadly to humans, but for Reachers, it often just made them sick. Kyth seemed to be feeling the beginnings of it.

She sat there for a while, face troubled. Her body started trembling slowly, and suddenly, she lurched to the side and vomited onto the floor. She spluttered and then spat, looking disgusted. "Ugh," She muttered distastefully.