xp_logs | Cecilia and Sarah

Sunday night, well after Madelyn and Nate have cleared out of medlab from this log, it's Sarah's turn to get her battle wounds tended to. Cecilia comes across her trying to do it herself on the front stoop, and more or less hangs around and bothers her until Sarah caves and agrees to let her help. Cecilia: 2 - Stubborn Teenagers - 0.

While the rest of Sarah's body had gotten time to heal, her hand was still the bright pink hue of irritated skin, of a wound that just wasn't healing right. She rubbed at it, flopping down on the front steps of the mansion. Ow. Owowowow. Fine then. She'd have to open the wound back up and fish the glass out. It shouldn't take too long.

Once she'd gotten the last of her weekend's supply of homework out of the way, Cecilia had ducked out to go for her requisite jog around the grounds, even if she didn't generally do it in the evenings. She was used to mornings.. and not having people on the stoop when she got back. Tilting her head curiously, she squinted towards the unfamiliar figure on the front steps as she slowed her approach to a more leisurely walk.

Sarah didn't much care that there was somebody coming in. In fact, she was expecting whoever it was to pass on by, politely trying not to stare at the freak on the front step. Pulling the bone shard from her shoulder, she wiped it off on her t-shirt before slashing it quickly across the faded scar on her palm without a second thought and then poking around in the cut with the pointy end of the bone.

Most somebodies, however, were not med students. After a split second trying to figure out if she had just seen what she'd thought she had, Cecilia abandoned her leisurely walk for a much more brisk one, her tone laying somewhere between confusion and wariness. "What the hell are you doing?"

Oh terrific. Things could not get any worse. "A Satanic ritual," she answered dryly, still picking at the cut intently with the bone in her hand. When Cecilia didn't leave, she sighed and glared up at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to pick the glass out of my hand, so it'll actually heal. I work better without a fucking audience."

"You must be Sarah," Cecilia said dryly, peering down at the girl as she rolled her current conundrum around in her head. Hank had told her Things.. which included advising her never to utter the phrase 'Let's go to medlab!' to the girl with the healing factor. She was silent for a moment before she sighed, lifting a hand to press it against her own forehead. "Do you want some help with that? I am theoretically training to be a surgeon, so if you felt like not prodding at your hand with.. that.. for a minute while I ducked inside to grab a couple things.." Like a light, for starters.

"This," She held up the bone for display while her other hand continued to bleed, "Is a bone. It came -out- of my shoulder, and should be fine for fishing out the glass that got healed over. I'm fine thanks." She looked up at Cecilia expectantly, waiting for her to leave.

"And I'm sure it works wonderfully," Cecilia replied patiently, her eyes flicking from the bone, to the shoulder, to the gash on Sarah's hand. "But not as well as tools actually designed for the purpose, in the hands of someone trained to use them to fish glass shards out of someone's fleshy bits." She paused, before adding in a slightly more conspiratorial tone, "I'm very stubborn, Sarah. I can sit here and be a backseat driver while you do it, or I can do it for you and be gone in a fraction of the time."

"I'd be done by now if you'd mind your own business," she muttered, going back to poking at the gash in her hand, this time with her finger. It'd be easier to feel the glass that way.

"People cutting gashes into their hands so they can fish things out is my business," Cecilia said with a roll of her eyes, stepping over and dropping down to sit on the stoop. Hey, she'd told her she'd stay and backseat drive - she's going to do it. "At least get a flashlight and some tweezers, for God's sake."

"Not when the person involved has a healing factor. I don't -need- people like you." The wound began to clot up as she poked around in it, already beginning to heal. "See? It's healing." she growled, holding it up and continuing to look for the glass. It hurt like a bitch, why couldn't she just find it already?

"Like it healed up before, over the glass, that you're now cutting yourself open trying to remove in the dark?" Cecilia said innocently, arching an eyebrow at Sarah as she watched her. "Oh, yeah. Your healing factor works perfectly. Don't need people like me at all."

"I couldn't just stop the fight so I could pick glass out of my hand," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll get it."

"You don't seem to be having much luck," Cecilia said slowly, in a far gentler tone. "It can't be very comfortable. I really could deal with it for you nice and quick, if you get tired of fishing around in there."

"My whole mutation is fucking uncomfortable, Cecilia," Sarah snapped, the wound making more progress in healing now that she wasn't poking at it. "Don't you have something better to do than bug the hell out of me?"

Cecilia simply shrugged, not too bothered at being snapped at. Sure, it might strike her later that the current game of cat and.. well, cat, was played with that Sarah, but for the moment, it was Just Another Patient. "Not particularly, no. I'm sure you have better things to do than sit out here going shrapnel diving for a few hours, though."

"Oh yes. A ton of homework I simply must do." She rolled her eyes, and looked back down at her hand, grumbling something under her breath. "You have half an hour. If it takes you any longer than that, I reserve the right to throw sharp objects at your head."

Cecilia had the good grace not to look smug, nodding and shifting to get back to her feet. "That sounds fair enough to me. Let's take it inside.. you opposed to taking this down into medlab, if I smuggle you in and handle you myself? I should have everything I'd need in the 'kit in my room, if that would be better."

"Let's see. Your room up on the third floor or the medlab in the basement? I think I'll take the medlab." She winced. Never thought she'd -ever- say that. She tossed the shard in her hand out into the yard, and pushed herself up with her undamaged hand.

"Second floor," Cecilia corrected, unable to help a grin. "But my room is also Doctor Bartlett's room, and she's probably in there right now, so.. yeah. Let's take the medlab." That would be a good plan. She gestured towards the door, with a wry grin. "After you?"

On the way down to the medlab, Sarah held a sort of disgruntled silence. She wasn't here to talk, just to get this fucking glass out of her hand before she chopped the thing off herself. Pausing at the medlab door, she gave it a displeased look, and finally pushed it open. "This is your turf. You first."

Cecilia didn't mind the silence. She was there to get the glass out of Sarah's hand, not for the conversation. "Thank you," she replied automatically as Sarah opened the door, moving inside without a second thought, though she did glance over her shoulder to make sure she was being followed. "Lucky us, looks like we get the place to ourselves.. have a seat whereever, I'm going to wash my hands and grab what I need." She paused for a moment, then curiously added, "Do you want to get numbed up for this, Sarah, or do you prefer to go without it?"

Sarah actually laughed at the suggestion. "I was just outside slashing at my hand with a sharp piece of bone, and prodding the gash with my finger. I think I'll be okay,"

"Had a hunch, but it's always polite to ask," Cecilia grinned, inclining her head and waving towards a seat. "You mentioned it wasn't very comfortable. Get comfy, I'll be back with the shiny toys. Won't even use the refridgerated ones."

Sarah sat, her hand sitting palm-up on her knee. She looked around, rather uncomfortably. God she hated the medlab. A lot.