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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 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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