yves & claude

[noirges]

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[midway]

Let me take a look first.

[ Just lifts his shirt right up to see the state of his injuries. ]

[noirges]

Wh—Do you think you're getting too comfortable?

[ HE FLUSTERS... NOT MUCH BUT HE DOES

but he also doesn't actually fight against this too bad. claude will be able to see that yves has been bandaged up in his upper half—he has another chest injury that's already starting to seep blood because it's so FRESH and SO EGREGIOUS. there's also more bandages that stretch from his shoulder his his collarbone

but he no longer has bandages along his torso, probably because it would just constrict him worse....

because the flesh around his ribs are bruised so horribly badly that they're definitely broken ]

[midway]

It's nothing I haven't seen before.

[ They went to the hot springs together.

Anyway, for some reason Claude has no issue with all these broken people hobbling to the garden later for curfew, but for now... ]

I don't think you should be moving that much. It's more dangerous for you because you can't even tell if your insides are all smashed up.

[ Looks. ]

Go back to bed.

[noirges]

[ pouts...

he'll reach out to take claude's hand then so that he doesn't just have yves's shirt in hand—but even that touch is freezing. ]

But it's cold and I don't like hospitals.

[midway]

[ Are you a corpse.

But they can hold hand... ]

Okay, well. If you want to go, then you'll have to be wheeled out.

[noirges]

[ oh yves's hand is also bandaged i forgot

well ]

You don't need to treat me like I'm fragile... I can still walk.

[midway]

[ i SEE!! ]

I'm not treating you like you're fragile, I'm treating you like you're injured. Why should I trust someone who neglects his injuries so much that he's started bleeding suddenly two weeks in a row?

[noirges]

[ pouts... ]

I do change my bandages everyday—it's just that if I can't feel my wounds opening, I don't realize they have... It doesn't hurt, so...

[ deflates ]

... I don't like hospitals, Claude. Can we just sit somewhere else—outside and warm? Please?

[midway]

[ Eyes. ]

Alright. If you're that insistent.

[ They can go. ]

[noirges]

[ ah—the smile he gives afterward is tired, but relieved. yay, no hospital ]

I am. I'll try to take it easy.

[ so he will walk... maybe just a little bit slower on the way outside. escape! escape!!! ]

[midway]

[ They escape!! ]

Do you want to talk about what happened?

[noirges]

[ yves is still bringing his hands up to his mouth to try to warm them, thoughtful as he does so.... ]

It comes and goes, like it did for you.

Sometimes I'm Yves, and I know who I am. But sometimes... I'm Yves, but I'm a ghost, long dead even though all my friends are alive. But I refuse to move on to the next life, because I love them so much I can't let go.

[ and sometimes, those experiences sound like the exact same thing ]

[midway]

[ He nods. ]

That's how I remember it too. It was disorienting. But it shouldn't last more than a day or two, at least.

[noirges]

[ just... a little nod, and he takes a second to shut his eyes for a moment before reopening them ]

Right. I know.

I'll just... try to hold onto myself until then.

[midway]

You don't like being the other guy?

[noirges]

I was manipulated to attack my friends... so I'll say no.

[midway]

[ Ah. ]

Then we'll have to do our best to keep you grounded then.

Do you think you were also in someone's memories?

[noirges]

Oh.

[ nods ]

Yeah. Zuriel was there.

[midway]

So Zuriel's memories?

[ A frown. ]

[noirges]

[ nods... ]

I... think so. It aligned with things that she'd told me before.