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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.
 
 
 
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.
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:25 pm (UTC)
"I'll kill 'em!" Cid says hoarsely, weakly. "I'll track the fuckers down, an' kill 'em fer doin' this te me!"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:27 pm (UTC)
"Then do it," Vincent growls lowly. "Do whatever you need to do. I'll help you. But don't do this, Chief. Not this."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:33 pm (UTC)
Cid shakes his head, crumpling. "Fuck... Fuck... It's over Vince. It's over. What'm I gonna do? First the space mission, now I can't even fly a goddamn remote-controlled fuckin' helicopter if I wanted."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:41 pm (UTC)
Vincent carefully lowers them both to the floor, not letting Cid go. As soon as they're down, he gives Cid a shake.

"What the Hell is that," Vincent growls. "It sounds a Hell of a lot like giving up. Like surrender. Cid Highwind doesn't surrender anything to anyone - not even the last roll at dinner. Why the Hell wouldn't you fight for your eyes - for your life?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:42 pm (UTC)
Cid says nothing to that, limp and overtaxed.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:47 pm (UTC)
Vincent swallows, and continues more quietly.













"....If you can't, I will. That's what I'm here for. I will not leave your side. I will not give up. I will fight for you."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
Cid drops his head lower, turning it away, overcome.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 03:53 pm (UTC)
Vincent sits with his arms around him for a moment longer. "Come on. Let's get you up on the bed. Those bandages need replacing. And your boxers are all over the floor. Come on." He starts standing, dragging Cid up with him.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
Cid helps, barely. He collapses into his bed and curls up, giving his back to the room - to Vincent, letting the gunman deal with everything where he couldn't for the moment.

His right eye would probably heal, so he wouldn't be blind, but you had to have near-perfect vision of both eyes to fly. It was a regulation, even on his own ship. He would not endanger his crew over a little depth perception. He knew he could stay on, work as a mechanic, but that wasn't the point. Wasn't the point at all. Flying was who he was. If he couldn't do that... if he couldn't be Cid Highwind, then what was the point?

Cid's hand reaches up and clenches about his dogtags. He hopes Vincent doesn't leave... it was so dark behind the blindfold, like night. It was always night, there was no dawn to look forward to.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
Cid can hear Vincent moving around the room, picking things up and putting them where they belonged. After a short time, left to himself and his morose thoughts, the bed dips under the gunman's meager weight. He puts his hand on Cid's knee. "Sit up. Let me see to your bandages."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)
"Leave 'em," Cid says hollowly, not moving, comfortable in his self-pity.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC)
"You've bled through them. Sit up."
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
"What're ye, my goddamn Nanny?" Cid asks, and reluctantly pushes himself up, knowing Vincent won't stop hounding him.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
"Not unless nannies tote more hardware than I remember."

He unravels Cid's bandages, dabbing up the blood gently, and binds his eyes in fresh gauze.

"Done. Change out of those clothes before you give yourself seam impressions." He shoves a stack of clothes in Cid's lap, and his weight leaves the bed.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)
"Where're ye goin'?" Cid asks, trying to make it sound casual by fussing with his clothes.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
"I'm just changing - so don't think for one second you're slipping out under my watch," he says, picking up Cid's slack, giving him his cover. "I told you. I'll be your spider - never more than six feet away."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:02 pm (UTC)
Cid smiles smally; it's weak and barely noticeable, but a smile nonetheless. He changes into the new clothes and lies back on the bed, leaving plenty of room for Vincent to join him.

"Good thing I aint arachnophobic, eh?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:07 pm (UTC)
Vincent just grunts in reply.

A minute later and the bed is dipping again under Vincent's weight as he actually climbs into the bed this time, fussing with the covers and then going still.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:11 pm (UTC)
Cid lays there facing Vincent, unable to see him.


"... Ye know, ye don' gotta do this," he says softly. "If yer tryin' te repay me, or 'cause ye think ye owe it too me. Ye don't. We both know.... if I can't fly, there aint no comin' back fer me. Ye shouldn't tether yerself te that plane wreck, Vince."
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