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20 January 2009 @ 05:29 am
 
I think he's starting to get used to this.

He has the return of his eyesight to look forward to, one eye certainly, the other very likely, and chances are very likely that we'll be reimbursed for damages sustained by the port authority, and handsomely.

He really is the heart of this ship. As his spirits lift, so does the crew's. He's back to smoking, cursing and being as lewd as ever.

We wouldn't have him any other way.

We're going to see the doctor tomorrow. We're all hopeful.
 
 
 
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:00 am (UTC)
Dr. Katesh chuckles, letting Cid close his eye. "It'll be that way for some time, I am afraid; a few days more, but after that, the bruising will have eased, the vessels will have relaxed, and your eyesight should be as good as it's ever been. Now, please, move the occluder to your right eye, very good. Can you tell me, by any chance, if you've a phobia of needles?"

Vincent tenses over Cid's shoulder.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:13 am (UTC)
Cid tenses, and moves the spoon slowly over his right eye. Even with his left closed, one could tell it wasn't in good condition. "...Not needles exactly. Can't say 'm all too damn comfortable 'round doctors in general. No offense."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)
"I won't take offense," the doctor says cheerily. "Many feel that way. My concern is that my prodding your eye will cause you discomfort; I'd like to give you something for the pain, a local. Is that all right?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:20 am (UTC)
Cid nods. "Sure, if that's what ye think's best."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)
Vincent doesn't seem to be quite so easy-going, stiff as a board and glaring at the doctor.

Dr. Katesh catches the wary stare, and just smiles. "Don't be concerned. A local is better for him. He may keep his wits about him, remain aware, all without suffering any pain. I have been doing this for many years now; I'm very good. He will not even feel the needle."

Vincent just stares.

Taking that as permission enough, he readies the needle, and dabs some sort of gel on the inside of his eye, by his nose, and quickly gives him the shot. All Cid feels is the momentary cold of the gel.

"Very good?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:33 am (UTC)
"S'alright," Cid says. "Am I gonna be talkin' with a lisp or somethin' soon?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:43 am (UTC)
"I am afraid not. I have already administered the local; all it will do will numb the area around the eye, while I take a look."

He rolls forward, inching closer to Cid, and begins to prod and feel at the eye, delicately peeling back the lids, examining the eye. As he works, his moustache droops in a frown of concentration.

"Have you been able to move your eye or the eyelid since the accident?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
"Since the glass were taken out, it's been too fuckin' painful te do much with it," Cid says.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:55 am (UTC)
The doctor hums vaguely, and pulls back. "All right, I think that's about it. I'll take the occluder back and wrap you back up."
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:58 am (UTC)
Cid frowns. "What.. I thought... I was expectin' surgery or somethin'."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:09 am (UTC)
"Surgery, no. Chances are good that you will need an advanced procedure. I myself cannot claim that I am adept enough to perform such procedures." He takes back the occluder, and begins to wrap Cid back up.

"While I could make the eye and the lid whole again, I could not guarantee that I would do it in such a fashion that would allow you to see again."

He finishes up, and sighs, leaning on his knees. "Mr. Highwind, I must be frank with you. The eye is a delicate apparatus. Injuries of the type you have sustained can cause serious damage... possibly, irreversible damage. I advise that you continue to seek help, as fast as you are able, but... do not be surprised, if nothing can be done. I dislike jumping to conclusions, but based on my examination... you will, if you have not already, lose the use of your eye entirely. I am so very sorry, Captain. I wish I had a better prognosis."
Cid: darksmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:11 am (UTC)
Cid just sits there in the chair, saying nothing, doing nothing, like the life had been sucked right out of his body.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:18 am (UTC)
The doctor leans forward, squeezing Cid's knee.

"Take all the time you need. You will not be disturbed."

He stands, giving Vincent an equally apologetic look, and leaves, the door snicking shut behind him.

All Vincent can do is look down at Cid, feeling bloodless and cold in the wake of the doctor's prognosis - at seeing the great Captain look so small and wasted in the chair.

He rests a hand on Cid's shoulder.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:23 am (UTC)
Cid still doesn't move, lost in his head, in the horror, the thoughts, the diagnosis.

Lost.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:25 am (UTC)
Vincent seems to sense how lost Cid was.

".... let's go home, Chief."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 01:34 pm (UTC)
Cid stands up like a puppet on strings being commnded by an invisible hand. He just stands there and waits for Vincent to take him out.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
Vincent's heart clenches painfully in his chest. Cid, the Captain, his Chief, would never be so lost. So easily, and readily, lead. It was like he had surrendered.

He takes Cid's elbow, and leads them out of the doctor's office, past the suddenly quiet receptionists, and outside. In absolute silence, he brings Cid back to the docked and moored Highwind, and walks him aboard.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 02:15 pm (UTC)
Cid moves with Vincent, the silence morose and heavy between them. He's said nothing the whole time.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 02:21 pm (UTC)
As they turn the corner and enter the hall that housed the Captain's quarters, a loud whistle greets them.

"Captain on deck, all hands salute!"

There's the loud rustle of dozens of hands going up all at once to their brows - Byron at the fore, a coxswain's whistle between his teeth.

"Welcome back, Cap'n! Good to see you again..." The big cook trails off quietly, as he takes in the pair, the blonde still bandaged, silent, head hung. Vincent meets Byron's questioning eyes, and shakes his head.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 02:26 pm (UTC)
"Goddamnit, Byron," Cid says under his breath. He knows where he is - he's familiar enough with the corridors and twists and turns to know Vincent's brought him before his room. He steps away from Vincent, finding the door with his fingertips, and goes inside, closing the door after him, leaving an awkward and guilty silence in his wake.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 02:36 pm (UTC)
Byron awkwardly turns about and waves the crowd back. "Go on, shoo! I'm the only one that gets paid to be beautiful, go on, shoo, get out, get back to work!" The crew scampers, whispering amongst themselves.

"What happened? I thought it was going to be a simple surgery," Byron hisses, taking Vincent aside, away from Cid's door.

"It's complicated," Vincent replies simply. Byron makes a noise of frustration.

"Shit, Vince, for once in your incredibly long life could you just... fucking talk? What the Hell happened?"

Vincent glances at Cid's door. "The doctor examined him, and said there was nothing he could do. Without some substantially advanced, possibly non-existent procedures, he will not see again through that eye. He's devastated."

Byron sighs gustily. "Well fuck. What the fuck are we going to do? Fuck. Fuck."

"Nothing for now. We need time we don't have. Get Wills to sift through his contacts and connections for any and all advanced or experimental procedures, legal or no. We'll check out any of the leads that check out. Tell Thomlinn to take over for Wills, we need him on this 24/7. In the meantime... hope that he pulls himself by his own bootstraps, before we have to do it for him. Understood?"

Byron just blinks at him. ".... holy fuck, who the Hell are you?"

"Just do it," Vincent growls, turning on his heel and letting himself into Cid's room.
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 02:47 pm (UTC)
Vincent enters just in time to hear a loud crash, as Cid brings down his chest of draws into the floor. He stumbles about, tearing everything apart. He throws small objects, topples large pieces of furniture, and hits his fists into the wall when all else fails, screaming and venting his rage.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:15 pm (UTC)
Vincent wastes no time, rushing up behind Cid and looping his arms beneath Cid's, tugging him back against him.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:19 pm (UTC)
Cid fights Vincent only for a little while before he collapses into the Gunman's hold, sobbing and cursing. Where his left eye is, the bandage starts to turn red, stained by his bloody tears.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:21 pm (UTC)
Vincent doesn't say anything, shifting his hold so that his arms were wrapped around Cid's chest, clutching them together tightly.
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