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xp_logs2012-05-27 09:59 pm
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Kurt and Jubilee
When they're put in the same cell to await transport to Prenova, Kurt attempts as best he can to take care of Jubilee.
Jubilee coughed, and opened her eyes, only to gasp as one refused with a stab of pain along the right side of her face. She remembered being beaten in front of the others, and being forced to watch them attempt to turn Rachel into a mutate, but after that everything was blurry and like it had happened to another person, all wrapped up in a layer of extreme pain.
"Lie still", Kurt said quietly from where he was perched on the other bunk, and got up to approach hers. "I was waiting for you to wake up. They almost had to carry you in here."
She wanted to say something, but the moment she tried to respond she was met with a sharp stab of pain along her cheek that left her reeling, even trying to move her head so she could see him left her feeling dizzy and nauseous, like she could throw up at any minute. In the end, she just curled tighter into herself and allowed the good side of her face to lay against the hard mattress of the prison bunk, they hadn't provided pillows.
"No, do not try to speak", he said quickly, reaching to move her hair out of her face. "I think she broke your jaw, among other things. I could try to set it, and your nose, but it will hurt."
She flinched away, not having seen him move but his voice quietened her panic almost immediately, if not the ill feeling from having moved. It was hard to know how to speak without speaking but she reached up and clasped one of his hands with her own, squeezing gently and hoping he recognised it as an affirmative. She needed to know how much damage had been done, it might mean the difference between life and death where they were being sent.
He squeezed back as an acknowledgment, then started very gently examining her broken bones more closely. He knew it was probably agonizing for her anyway, but there was no helping that. "When this is done, I will clean your cuts as well."
It was impossible not to scream, the pain was so bad, but she knew it might summon a guard and the last thing she wanted was their tender mercies. So she bit down on her screams, and then screamed anyway as the movement pressed against the broken teeth and the soft tissue injuries in her mouth. She managed to bring it under control with a coughing fit but the extra movement almost made her pass out as black shadows drew in at the edges of her one good eye.
Kurt was almost hoping she'd pass out, just to spare her the pain until he was done. "This is not broken after all", he told her calmly. "There is a lot of bruising, and you will need to visit a dentist, but no broken jaw. Your nose and cheek, though, I am sure about those, and I can set your nose but not the other."
Jubilee blinked away tears, the moisture blending with the dried blood on her face as it dripped red onto the floor. She gripped Kurt's hand hard however, and turned her face upwards toward the roof, or what she thought was the roof of the cell to give him better access to her nose. Better to set it now, any screams she made couldn't attract any more attention then the first and it would be one less thing they'd have to fix when they finally got out of here and back to actual civilization.
Ordinarily, Kurt would have taken back his hand to use both for the bone setting, but he didn't want to deprive her of that small comfort. He would have to make do with just his free hand, so he carefully checked the position of both pieces of bone in her nose, then suddenly and as quickly as he could snapped the broken-off piece back into line.
Jubilee's scream was loud, louder then the one before, indeed the loudest she'd made since she had awoken in this hell-hole and her grip on his hand tightened to the point of pain before loosening and falling slack against her side as she breathed weakly through her mouth. She could wish that the pain would let her pass out but she knew a concussion meant sleeping could be dangerous, and she most definitely had a concussion after the beating she'd taken.
Her thoughts were...messy, at best. She knew of the pain, and that Kurt had just set her nose but her mind kept wanting to wander off into tangents, like the smell of the cell, or how she wondered if the woman who'd hurt her had torn out an entire patch of her hair, or just strands that could be easily hidden. She blinked the tears from her eyes that had leaked out without her ever noticing that she was crying quite badly till that moment.
She reached again for Kurt's hand, as if just the touch of him here would keep her anchored in reality.
He took her hand immediately, stroking the back of it in a weak attempt to give her some comfort and reassurance. "You should try to sleep", he said softly. "You are certainly concussed, but I am here. I will wake you hourly to check all is well."
Meanwhile, his tail had flicked up to the shoulder of his prison uniform and was tearing at the sleeve join. He was going to need something to clean her face, and that was the only cloth available.
She honestly wasn't sure if she could, but she didn't want to shake her head lest she cause more pain and so she simply held onto his hand and pulled it toward her slightly, hoping he would understand that she wanted to turn her onto her good side once he was done cleaning her wounds. It would be better if she wasn't on her back, especially if anything started to bleed again.
He nodded, though she couldn't see him, and dropped the sleeve onto the bunk beside her. The cell was tiny, something that now was a blessing, as it meant he didn't need to let go of her hand - he simply reached across to the sink and turned on the tap, then soaked the sleeve in the flow of water before turning it off and beginning to carefully work on her face.
She whimpered softly at the first touch, even though she knew his touch was as gentle as it could possibly be. She didn't know how something so simple as cleaning a few cuts could possibly hurt so much, but the pressure, as soft as it was, was still enough to radiate across that side of her face, starting up an ache the brought more tears to her eyes. She closed her one good eye and lay herself back further, hand clasped firmly, before loosening as the waves receded only to tighten again each time.
"I know, I know it hurts", he said sorrowfully, letting her hold his hand as long and as tight as she wanted to with no complaint. "I wish I could do something about that, but I have almost finished."
It was frustrating not to be able to simply say that she understood, that despite the pain she was grateful he was helping. She didn't dare speak however, not when trying to do so before had been so painful. A clasped hand was so much less, but it was all she had and so she squeezed again, softer this time.
He squeezed back, thick fingers twining momentarily between hers, and wiped the last of the dried blood from her face before tossing the wet and stained orange cloth into a corner, then he turned back to help her sit up a little. "You wanted to lie a different way? How would be most comfortable?" Or least uncomfortable, anyway.
She turned toward her good side, the part of her that was least bruised as he helped her, trying to find a comfortable position to lay, and finally found it with a long sigh of relief, her hands moving from his shoulders as she used one to pillow the uninjured side of her face.
"Good." He settled on the floor beside her bed, back against the frame so he could just turn his head to see her face. "Rest now. Tomorrow is another day."
Jubilee coughed, and opened her eyes, only to gasp as one refused with a stab of pain along the right side of her face. She remembered being beaten in front of the others, and being forced to watch them attempt to turn Rachel into a mutate, but after that everything was blurry and like it had happened to another person, all wrapped up in a layer of extreme pain.
"Lie still", Kurt said quietly from where he was perched on the other bunk, and got up to approach hers. "I was waiting for you to wake up. They almost had to carry you in here."
She wanted to say something, but the moment she tried to respond she was met with a sharp stab of pain along her cheek that left her reeling, even trying to move her head so she could see him left her feeling dizzy and nauseous, like she could throw up at any minute. In the end, she just curled tighter into herself and allowed the good side of her face to lay against the hard mattress of the prison bunk, they hadn't provided pillows.
"No, do not try to speak", he said quickly, reaching to move her hair out of her face. "I think she broke your jaw, among other things. I could try to set it, and your nose, but it will hurt."
She flinched away, not having seen him move but his voice quietened her panic almost immediately, if not the ill feeling from having moved. It was hard to know how to speak without speaking but she reached up and clasped one of his hands with her own, squeezing gently and hoping he recognised it as an affirmative. She needed to know how much damage had been done, it might mean the difference between life and death where they were being sent.
He squeezed back as an acknowledgment, then started very gently examining her broken bones more closely. He knew it was probably agonizing for her anyway, but there was no helping that. "When this is done, I will clean your cuts as well."
It was impossible not to scream, the pain was so bad, but she knew it might summon a guard and the last thing she wanted was their tender mercies. So she bit down on her screams, and then screamed anyway as the movement pressed against the broken teeth and the soft tissue injuries in her mouth. She managed to bring it under control with a coughing fit but the extra movement almost made her pass out as black shadows drew in at the edges of her one good eye.
Kurt was almost hoping she'd pass out, just to spare her the pain until he was done. "This is not broken after all", he told her calmly. "There is a lot of bruising, and you will need to visit a dentist, but no broken jaw. Your nose and cheek, though, I am sure about those, and I can set your nose but not the other."
Jubilee blinked away tears, the moisture blending with the dried blood on her face as it dripped red onto the floor. She gripped Kurt's hand hard however, and turned her face upwards toward the roof, or what she thought was the roof of the cell to give him better access to her nose. Better to set it now, any screams she made couldn't attract any more attention then the first and it would be one less thing they'd have to fix when they finally got out of here and back to actual civilization.
Ordinarily, Kurt would have taken back his hand to use both for the bone setting, but he didn't want to deprive her of that small comfort. He would have to make do with just his free hand, so he carefully checked the position of both pieces of bone in her nose, then suddenly and as quickly as he could snapped the broken-off piece back into line.
Jubilee's scream was loud, louder then the one before, indeed the loudest she'd made since she had awoken in this hell-hole and her grip on his hand tightened to the point of pain before loosening and falling slack against her side as she breathed weakly through her mouth. She could wish that the pain would let her pass out but she knew a concussion meant sleeping could be dangerous, and she most definitely had a concussion after the beating she'd taken.
Her thoughts were...messy, at best. She knew of the pain, and that Kurt had just set her nose but her mind kept wanting to wander off into tangents, like the smell of the cell, or how she wondered if the woman who'd hurt her had torn out an entire patch of her hair, or just strands that could be easily hidden. She blinked the tears from her eyes that had leaked out without her ever noticing that she was crying quite badly till that moment.
She reached again for Kurt's hand, as if just the touch of him here would keep her anchored in reality.
He took her hand immediately, stroking the back of it in a weak attempt to give her some comfort and reassurance. "You should try to sleep", he said softly. "You are certainly concussed, but I am here. I will wake you hourly to check all is well."
Meanwhile, his tail had flicked up to the shoulder of his prison uniform and was tearing at the sleeve join. He was going to need something to clean her face, and that was the only cloth available.
She honestly wasn't sure if she could, but she didn't want to shake her head lest she cause more pain and so she simply held onto his hand and pulled it toward her slightly, hoping he would understand that she wanted to turn her onto her good side once he was done cleaning her wounds. It would be better if she wasn't on her back, especially if anything started to bleed again.
He nodded, though she couldn't see him, and dropped the sleeve onto the bunk beside her. The cell was tiny, something that now was a blessing, as it meant he didn't need to let go of her hand - he simply reached across to the sink and turned on the tap, then soaked the sleeve in the flow of water before turning it off and beginning to carefully work on her face.
She whimpered softly at the first touch, even though she knew his touch was as gentle as it could possibly be. She didn't know how something so simple as cleaning a few cuts could possibly hurt so much, but the pressure, as soft as it was, was still enough to radiate across that side of her face, starting up an ache the brought more tears to her eyes. She closed her one good eye and lay herself back further, hand clasped firmly, before loosening as the waves receded only to tighten again each time.
"I know, I know it hurts", he said sorrowfully, letting her hold his hand as long and as tight as she wanted to with no complaint. "I wish I could do something about that, but I have almost finished."
It was frustrating not to be able to simply say that she understood, that despite the pain she was grateful he was helping. She didn't dare speak however, not when trying to do so before had been so painful. A clasped hand was so much less, but it was all she had and so she squeezed again, softer this time.
He squeezed back, thick fingers twining momentarily between hers, and wiped the last of the dried blood from her face before tossing the wet and stained orange cloth into a corner, then he turned back to help her sit up a little. "You wanted to lie a different way? How would be most comfortable?" Or least uncomfortable, anyway.
She turned toward her good side, the part of her that was least bruised as he helped her, trying to find a comfortable position to lay, and finally found it with a long sigh of relief, her hands moving from his shoulders as she used one to pillow the uninjured side of her face.
"Good." He settled on the floor beside her bed, back against the frame so he could just turn his head to see her face. "Rest now. Tomorrow is another day."