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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 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."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Vincent's quiet for a minute.

"... I owe you everything," he says softly. "I would be no one, have nothing, without you. That's not why I'm doing this. I am here, with you, because I choose to be. Because you need me.

"I'm not tethering myself to a plane wreck. I go where you go. If you crash and burn, we crash and burn. If you fly, I'll fly with you. You're stuck with me. Try to cope with it."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:27 pm (UTC)
"Fuckin' wonderful," Cid grumbles dryly. "I can't even take myself down without the guilt o' bringin' ye with me. Clever, sneaky, cheatin' bastard."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:33 pm (UTC)
"I learned from the best," Vincent says, laced with a hint of pride. He might even have been smiling.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:38 pm (UTC)
Cid grunts. He reaches out, putting his arm about Vincent's waist. "C'mere," he says softly, sounding unusually serious, needy.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:40 pm (UTC)
Vincent scootches closer, unbothered by the familiar touch, turning over on his side to face Cid. He doesn't say a word.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Cid pulls them in close.

"Tell me I still got a chance."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
"You've got thirty chances. Once we run through them all, I'll let it go. I'll go down with you. But until then, we are both going to keep fighting. Understood?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 06:03 pm (UTC)
"Thirty?" Cid asks. It seemed an awful lot of times to get his hopes up and have them dashed again. He didn't think he could do it. Still, here, now, he could promise Vincent and almost believe they could make it work.

"Understood," he says softly. And that was that.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
Vincent huffs as though that answer were clearly obvious, and settles down on his side, his head bunting Cid's, curled close.

"Get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 23rd, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
Cid tries to push his anxiety, his doubts, his depression aside and, for now, believe in Vincent. He scrunches his eyes closed, and eventually starts to drift off.