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[captainryan]

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The infirmary doors slam open and Ryan strides in, Wesker's corpse in his arms. It's quite obviously a corpse, what with the amount of blood missing and the gaping hole in the young man's neck. Suzi's next to them both, the tentacles reassuringly wrapped around Ryan's arm. The werewolf stalks towards one of the open beds and gently lays Wesker down on it.

"You're sure he's not dead, Suzi?" Ryan asks the Sime,  a faint thread of hope in his voice, but much much more worry.

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[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

Hey! He was trying to cooperate; it's not his fault Ryan's so--when the chain is grabbed, he freezes. He has no idea what his strength is or might do.

There feels like. . . something; he shifts and finds out what it is. That section, under the buzz surrounding it, is completely numb.

He's just going to be quiet, and tired, and think about this.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Carefully, Ryan disinfects the inside of the elbow where the needle is supposed to go. He...hasn't actually done this before, but it's been done to him often enough that he's fairly certain he knows what he's doing.

Poke.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi wants to smooth Deitmar's hair back like she would anyone else that was sick and hurt. She's damn certain he'd neither appreciate nor understand it. So instead she says quietly, "I'm very, very, very happy you're not dead, Deitmar."

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

Ryan, unfortunately, could be over there gnawing his hand off at the wrist and Wesker would be unaware.

I'm partially paralyzed, partially numb, and not sure what I've turned into. Or what I'm still turning into. Or-

"Thank you," he says, simply. "Don't let Ryan get blood on him." Moment of near-sentimentality over and we're back to practicalities! "Did you touch any?" He has no idea what shape his shirt was in, but the carpet will not stop reappearing in his mind's eye. "I don't know what else I might have in my bloodstream."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

The first test tube fills quickly enough, and with the way the equipment is designed, no blood scent escapes nor does any blood spill, even when he's switching out the first tube for the second.

In the mean time, he listens to the noises Suzi and Deitmar are making and wonders how he might be able to understand. Pad and pencil? Or a tape recorder with a slowed down playback feature.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"I won't." Then she pauses and says, "I won't let him get more. You were covered in it. Blood, I mean. I washed it off. It was....bad." Suzi's fairly small supply of nightmares has expanded by one, alright? "But, um. Richard is dead and I'm Sime. We should be fine."

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

"I." He pauses. There's I doubt I could sit up right now and then there's things that actually need to be shared. "I think I should try to sleep." Because he's starting to be aware he's nearing the limits of how conscious he can be at this time. Trying to follow Suzi when she's slow, or watch what Ryan's doing, gives him a horrible uncoordinated feeling.

He feels like he's just going to sleep, though. Not. . . Not anything else. If he's wrong, there's nothing to be done for it; he hasn't figured out what this is yet.

"I'll find out what it is," he says, coolly. "Eventually." And? He'll get his pants back. And he'll get a look at his eyes. Red and yellow? He's definitely lost a lot of color vision; everything's too bright and looks washed out.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan also has a werewolf immune system. But he can't mention this because he doesn't know what they're talking about.

*sigh*

The third test tube is filled, and Ryan removes it and the needle from Wesker's arm, placing a cotton pad over the area and applying pressure.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Alright, Deitmar." Suzi says, and this time she isn't able to keep herself from running one hand over his head gently, "Sleep well. I have faith you'll figure it out."

Then she drops back to Richard's speed again, "Deitmar is going to sleep now, Richard. I am in Need. I have to go find Garion or Belar...I'll be back."

[hatchingviper.livejournal.com]

ACK, POKED. Although flattening his hair helps a little with the crawling sensation. As soon as he closes his eyes he gets a moment of pure disorientation while his other senses compete with adjustments to make up for the lack of vision. . . but that fades.

"Blood: mark it, freeze it, warn the doctors." Because he's not going to be able to start work with it for a while.

And then excuse him while his body decides he's really screwed himself up this time, and excuse it while it just puts him into Safe Mode and works on repairing things.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan knows enough to label the test tubes, though he pauses to hug Suzi goodbye. "I'll be here," he lets her know. It's not as though he has any pressing engagements.

Or any engagements at all, for that matter.

By the time he's placed the samples in the icebox (labelled with date, time, and PROPERTY OF DEITMAR, DO NOT TOUCH), Deitmar's passed out. He watches the sleeping teen for a moment before breaking down to go get food from Bar. He hasn't eaten in nearly 12 hours, so he returns with several Styrofoam boxes, and a tape recorder for when Deitmar awakes.

And if the doctors don't like him eating in here, that's just too damn bad.